"That's of course, the quality of our East Coast cloth is impeccable." Xu Xin smiled reservedly.

"So, what should I do with the 5,000 pieces of cotton at present? Will I sell it immediately?" Julian asked.

"Of course not! Let the next batch of more than 20,000 pieces of cotton cloth arrive before selling them together." Xu Xin said firmly, "Compared with the huge market, the impact of thousands of pieces of cloth is really limited. The large manufacturers of textile guilds can still deal with it and will make them alert. When the next batch of cotton cloth arrives, we will start dumping in large quantities, giving those large manufacturers a deep impression. You can contact reliable sales and wholesale merchants in advance to avoid not being able to find the buyer at the moment. Of course, this process should be kept confidential."

"I will notice that the old guy Ludwig seemed to have smelled something wrong recently and was asking around for news."

"Who is Ludwig?"

"The largest loan shark merchant in the local area is involved in spice trade, shipbuilding, textile and other industries. An absolute villain! Damn Jew!" Julian said gritting his teeth.

"Our enemy?" Xu Xin asked.

"Yes, the biggest enemy," said Julian. "In addition to having an industry in Bordeaux, this old guy also runs a large industry in Marseille and Lyon, and is a very difficult guy."

"Don't worry, Julian." Xu Xin comforted, "In the face of our excellent cost advantage, any conspiracy can only be a joke. This time we will make him fall into trouble."

"That would be better." Julian smiled and said, "I wish I could see that old guy's shocked and depressed face now. It's exciting to think about it, haha."

"Does this guy have a cotton cloth shop in the city?" Xu Xin asked suddenly.

"Of course, why, oh, are you interested in visiting?"

"I'm very interested, and I want to get a better idea of ​​our opponents before the 'war' begins."

"Well, Xu, since you want to go, go. Michelle, you accompany Xu to the damn Jewish shop for a visit, and I won't go anymore. I hate seeing that guy and him." Julian casually gave instructions to Michelle, the servant behind him.

Michelle bowed slightly: "As you wish."

After lunch, it started to rain lightly in the sky, but this did not stop Xu Xin and Sun Bo from the mood. Michelle led the way in front, and two well-dressed followers followed Xu Xin and prepared to serve at any time. The group of five people walked hard on the bumpy streets and headed towards the Jewish Ludwig's shop.

Xu Xin and Sun Bo were dressed in a well-tailored black Zhongshan suit and black trousers, with comfortable and shiny black pointed leather shoes on their feet, and a double-headed eagle and Yin-Yang Fish badge on their left chest. Holding an umbrella of oilcloth, looking at the scenery on the street while walking. Of course, they are also the scenery in the eyes of others.

The 17th century Bordeaux city was full of cramped and narrow feeling. The streets were not wide enough. If the houses on both sides opened the doors at the same time, they would probably block half of the street. Most of the roads were not hardened. Occasionally, some gravel roads and slab roads were also worn out very much, full of dilapidated atmosphere, which was incompatible with this port city with booming commercial development. On the contrary, it was similar to those of the lord towns with strong feudal separatist forces in France. This was surprising.

Regarding Xu Xin's doubts, Michel gave the standard answer: it was all the fault of the damn Jewish merchants! They earned a lot of francs, but were stingy to take out even a Sulai to renovate the municipal project.

Xu Xin nodded thoughtfully. This was a useful message that the Jews were not popular in the region.

Some garbage and animal feces were scattered everywhere on the streets, which made Xu Xin and others, who were used to the clean and clean streets in the East Coast Republic, were quite unaccustomed. They had to work very hard to find a clean road on the streets where they could walk. But this was not easy. The rainy streets were filled with sewage and could hardly find a place to walk.

In addition, you must be careful about the sewage that pours down from time to time on the buildings on both sides of the road at any time. Once you are caught, congratulations, you can go back and change your clothes. What is even more depressing is that you can't complain about anything yet, because everyone does this at this time. This is Bordeaux in this era, this is France in this era, and this is Europe in this era!

Looking at Michelle walking in front of her horse boots, Xu Xin sighed with a promise. He shouldn't have gone out wearing leather shoes today!

From time to time, some refugees appeared in groups of three or three on both sides of the road. These people were haggard and had an unpleasant smell on their bodies. Behind their dirty faces were a pair of eyes that had lost their charm by life. According to Michelle, these people were either craftsmen whose business went bankrupt, or tenants who escaped from the countryside who were unbearable to exploitation by the lord and the church, or non-first sons from the farmer's family who had no inheritance rights. After their father passed away, they were kicked out of the house by their brothers. In short, they were all pitiful people.

"In Bordeaux, you may meet a lady who is kind and kind. If you are lucky, you will get a moldy black bread to fill your stomach. If you are in the countryside or some other small place, then everything will be worse. They either become slaves and work hard for their masters day and night; or they are starved to death, die silently at night or morning, with bodies and dew companions; they are not even qualified to be robbers." Michel shrugged and said, "There are pitiful people everywhere, and not all of God's people are happy."

"So let them die? Why don't you organize them to reclaim wasteland?" After asking, Sun Bo felt stupid, and such a stupid question could be asked.

Sure enough, Michelle sighed and turned around and said, "Gascone has a population of one million, and France has more than eighteen million. This country cannot support more people. Maybe going to Quebec is a good idea, but not everyone has the courage to fight the barbarians and British pirates in that desolate place. There are a hundred people who go there, and maybe none of them are rich. It is better to stay in the country and wander around and try your luck. Maybe one day the king or a noble will recruit them into the army? This may be possible."

"Will the king recruit these people into the army?" Sun Bo asked in surprise.

"Of course, why not?" Michel looked at the East Coast man strangely. "They are very cheap soldiers and are quite obedient. No one would refuse to hire them. In fact, not only the kings and nobles would like them, but even the church also liked them. A while ago, there were Jesuit priests who wrote a letter from Quebec to ask for recruiting God's people from the civilized world from the country to plant wheat. Look, they are not useless. Moreover, I heard that the Jesuit priests also suggested that the church and immigration companies give indigenous women to each man from the civilized world who arrived in Quebec. When young girls go there, they will even give out large dowry. If they have enough children, then she will get extra rewards. Speaking of which, it is also a good way out."

"Maybe." Sun Bo sighed. This world is so cruel. It is like humans covering all exploitation and exploitation in the 21st century under the cloak of "freedom" and "fairness". At this time, people even put everything on the table naked. At any time, money is respected, strength is respected, humanity, conscience, justice, mercy, etc. are unnecessary luxury goods.

Xu Xin looked at these refugees, but was thinking in his heart that maybe in a few months, the refugees on the streets here will increase by several times or even dozens of times. At that time, the lives of those bankrupt handicraftsmen will be unsustainable, and many people will definitely be separated from each other. The single young and middle-aged men are fine. At the age of being, they can grit their teeth and become sailors or go to Quebec to make a living; but those handicraftsmen who are family members will be in trouble. Maybe this winter is destined to be an unforgettable winter for them. No! Maybe their lives will end in this cruel winter.

Xu Xin sighed secretly for a few times and silently chanted Amitabha in his heart. All this is not something I want to commit, but I have to do it. If I don’t kill people, people will kill me. This world is so cruel, and I believe that Bodhisattvas will forgive themselves.

A few people continued to walk, and in a short while, the shop of the Jewish Ludwig arrived.

Xu Xin walked into the store and looked around casually. To be honest, the store is not big. The two-in-house house with mixed brick and wood structures are as the store as the store, and the rear seems to be a warehouse. The decoration in the store is also very simple. Shelves made of cheap wood and shoddy white cotton cloth in the handicraft workshop are hung on the windows as curtains, which is indeed very consistent with the style of the Jews.

There are many types of goods on the shelves, but Xu Xin only cares about cotton cloth. He observed these cotton cloths with a professional perspective. Many of the cloths are too rough and not breathable; the other ones are not strong enough, and it seems that the quality of the threads is not stable enough when spinning. In terms of quality alone, these cotton cloths are all unqualified defective products in the face of the new quality inspection regulations of the General Administration of Textile Industry, and they are absolutely not allowed to flow into the market to ruin the reputation of East Coast cloth.

With such quality, look at its price. Oh, hehe, Xu Xin smiled happily, 12 Su/pi! This is of course an uncompetitive price for the East Coast cloth that is about to land in large numbers. About a few hundred pieces of cotton cloth are piled on the shelves, and maybe there are more in the warehouse behind it. A few months later, some of these profiteers are crying.

Let you control the guild and control the market. Hum, Xu Xin paced happily.
Chapter completed!