Bai Suzhen There was a faint smile on his lips, but there was a faint hint of wistfulness in his eyes.
With such talent and such advancement, the training that was originally planned for ten and a half months was completed in one day.
Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... what other reason would she have to step into this courtyard just like today?
Chen Jin The real fire dispersed, and the snowflakes in the sky fell to the ground safely.
He turned around and was about to say something, but saw that Bai Suzhen had turned around and looked at the moonlight in the center of the pool. His plain white clothes were gently fluttering in the evening breeze, like a lotus about to blend into the night.
"That's it for today."
Her voice was a little softer than usual, "Samadhi True Fire Although you have started, you are still far from perfect. You... still need to practice more."
The last few words were spoken softly and quickly, as if they were afraid that the unspeakable loss in them would be heard.
Early the next morning, Qiantang County notices with gold and cinnabar paper were posted at the most conspicuous places at every city gate and market entrance.
The paper itself is valuable, and it shows Medicine King Valley's wealth.
The notice was written by a vigorous writer, and its contents quickly spread throughout the streets:
"Medicine King Valley Jishi Notice:
Bengu has always provided authentic medicinal materials to the people, but we are deeply aware that the suffering in the world is not only the lack of good medicines, but also the lack of good doctors.
Therefore, it was decided to establish "Peace Preservation Hall" in Qiantang to recruit talented people from the apricot forest and use carefully researched prescriptions and superior medicines to benefit the entire country.
From now on, the poor can receive free diagnosis and treatment at the Peace Preservation Hall upon proof of appearance, and all medicines are free of charge.
However, if good deeds are to last, they need a source of living water.
Today we are dividing Peace Preservation Hall's 50% shares into 10,000 shares. Each share is priced at 10 taels of silver. We sincerely recruit people of insight to join in the charity.
Anyone who holds shares is one of the owners of the Peace Preservation Hall and can enjoy three rights:
First, I and my family members will have priority when they go to the Peace Preservation Hall for consultation and medicine purchase;
Secondly, famous doctors or pharmacists can be specially appointed to provide door-to-door services;
Thirdly, in the twelfth lunar month of each year, you can participate in the Peace Preservation Hall's surplus dividends based on your stock deed, and share the benefits."
At this point, the notice has caused a lot of discussion among the onlookers, but the most eye-catching thing is yet to come:
"These 10,000 share deeds are all in standard format and are held in a registered name. They can be transferred and traded at a counter at Qiantang Chamber of Commerce.
At six o'clock every day, a notice will be posted in front of the Chamber of Commerce announcing the latest transaction price.
For specific rules, please refer to <Peace Preservation Hall Share Deed Transaction Regulations>."
The <Articles of Association> was in a thick stack, written in small regular script, and hung aside.
Clauses such as "The Chamber of Commerce serves as a witness and takes one percent as commission", "Transactions must be registered in the Chamber of Commerce's bookkeeping to be valid", "Private collusion and manipulation of market prices are strictly prohibited", etc. are dazzling to read.
Qiantang has been located in a prosperous place in the southeast since ancient times, and the people have always been shrewd.
Although ten taels of silver is not a small amount, there are many people who have hidden wealth.
As soon as the news came out, those squires and merchants with surplus wealth in their families, and even some ordinary families with considerable savings, all sensed the extraordinary business opportunities.
As a result, a large crowd of people gathered in front of Qiantang Chamber of Commerce's door.
Within half a day, all 10,000 shares were sold out.
The chamber of commerce was filled with the sound of abacus day and night, boxes of silver were put into the warehouse, and well-printed stock deeds stamped with the Peace Preservation Hall and Qiantang Chamber of Commerce were exchanged.
Xiao Qing stood on the attic of Chen Residence, looking at the still bustling crowd downstairs and at the corner of the street, clasping his fingers, with a look of disbelief on his pretty face. "Twelve taels per share, ten thousand shares... one hundred thousand taels of snowflake silver, you just got it like that?"
After hundreds of years of practice, she saw for the first time that making money was easier than stealing it.
Chen Jin walked to the window with a new cup of tea, his eyes swept over the hustle and bustle downstairs, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Xiao Qing girl, please be patient. This is where we are."
Early the next morning, before it was dark, many people had gathered in front of the Chamber of Commerce.
When the water sign was carried out by the chamber of commerce deacons, hung on the wall, and the cover was removed, a burst of uproar and commotion instantly broke out.
I saw clearly written in thick ink on the water sign:
"Peace Preservation Hall shares, yesterday's market price: twelve taels. Today's market price: twelve taels."
Just this simple line means that all those who invested money yesterday, their wealth increased by 20% overnight!
On the fourth day after the Peace Preservation Hall notice was posted, the air of Qiantang County city seemed to be filled with the crisp sound of the collision of money.
At a street tea stall, a Daoist wearing a wrinkled yellow Daoist robe and a shy<i class="icon icon-uniE0CE"></i><i class="icon icon-uniE0CF"></i> belly was sitting uneasily.
The rough porcelain tea bowl in front of him had long since cooled down. His fingers unconsciously tapped the greasy tabletop, and his eyes frequently glanced towards the end of the long street.
It wasn't until a thin figure rushed over, that the Daoist stood up suddenly, grabbed the apprentice's arm, and asked questions like a barrage:
"How? What's the price today? Have you received the stock deed?"
The little Daoist priest was sweating profusely from running, panting heavily, and said with a sad face:
"Master... it's gone up to twenty taels per share! We went to collect it at seventeen taels, but no one was willing to sell it.
Those retail investors are now smart, holding on to the stock contracts as if they were holding on to their lifeblood, saying they have to wait and see..."
"Twenty taels?!"
The Daoist priest felt a twinge of pain in his heart, as if a piece of flesh had been cut out of his body.
His fat face covered with pimples instantly turned the color of pig liver.
The Daoist priest's name is Wang Daoling, a toad spirit who has practiced Buddhism for fifteen hundred years.
Although he is a demon in nature, he has a thin trace of the Golden Toad legacy in his blood. He was lucky enough to worship the God of Wealth, Zhao Xuantan, and got the opportunity to practice Xuanmen righteousness.
Probably because Wu Wealth God comes from the Severing Sect, there is no distinction between education and distinction, and because the golden toad can attract wealth, it is consistent with the image of the God of Wealth.
With such a good background, Wang Daoling's nature of greed for money and lust was hard to change. In addition, due to his dull qualifications, his progress in spiritual practice was slow.
He had no choice but to find another way and rely on offering large amounts of gold and silver to the God of Wealth in exchange for a slight improvement in his cultivation level - this can be regarded as the unique way of practice for the disciples of the God of Wealth.
On weekdays, he used to make money through unsightly means, such as adding some poison to the well water. When the people were afraid to seek medical treatment, he would turn into a wandering doctor and sell his "unique antidote" at a high price;
Or they could set up a small formation around the rich man's house to attract evil spirits, and then come to the house to "exorcise evil spirits" and ask for a large sum of money.
Over the years, I have accumulated a lot of money.
This time I came to Qiantang County in the southeast of Fujia. I originally wanted to follow the example of a gourd and make another windfall in this prosperous place. I "worshiped" the God of Wealth in many ways in exchange for some real skills.
Who would have thought that before his scheme of "poisoning and selling medicine" was launched, he would accidentally discover a way to make money that was faster, more ruthless, and more glamorous than his trick.
Watching the white money surging in front of my eyes, but I can't get even half of it, this feeling is really worse than killing him.
The hot fire rushed straight to the top of his head, causing the skin on the back of his neck to show a faint appearance of pimples.