The stock market in Peking was closed, and it was closed indefinitely at the suggestion of most shareholders, and the reopening time was not decided. The sudden news was more explosive than the Ming Navy's shelling of Jiegang. As soon as the sun came out in the morning, the teahouse next to the Mingdi Building in Beijing was crowded with people. It has been a long time since it was so lively. Li Qiang, the shopkeeper of the Li family teahouse, was so happy that he couldn't stop. The purpose of opening a teahouse was to provide stock speculators with a place to rest and exchange information. Who knew that the stock market would be more and more backward, and there would be fewer and fewer tea customers. "Looking at the situation of these people today, as long as the stock market does not open, they must come here every day to wait for news. If this continues, they will probably be able to make a profit this year."

"My man, come and have the silver needles on the pot." A little fat man squeezed into the table beside the window, took off his leather robe and threw it to the teahouse guy who was serving him, and gave a loud command.

"Hello, please wait a moment, a pot of good Junshan silver needles." The guy smiled and hung up the leather robe for the guests, and sang out the water list loudly at the counter.

"Borrow it, be careful, the silver needles are here." The tea master behind the counter quickly added tea, poured water, arranged tea cups and trays, the guy in charge of feeding water picked up the tea set, and strided hard to deliver the water to the guests. When the business was good, everyone was happy.

"Come on, everyone, try it, taste it, the tea is not bad." The little fat man lifted up the teapot in front of him and gave it to the tea guests at the same table one by one.

"Master Chen, don't be polite. We just made it, and we haven't added water yet." Several guests at the same table quickly refused. Everyone was not very familiar with it. This fat man named Chen is from Hubei and is too smart. He has always had to be careful when dealing with Hubei merchants. Otherwise, he might sell you one day and you are still counting money for him.

The fat man named Chen was polite, and it would be fine. He picked up the tea in front of him and sipped it carefully, nodded, "Good tea, I didn't expect that there would be such an authentic Junshan silver needle in the north. It's comfortable. Alas, I've been so tired of it in the past few months, so I'm looking forward to coming back soon to drink a tea and smooth my intestines."

"Mr. Chen, where are you back? I saw that the navy commander Chen Hao has a name named Chen Hao, who is the same name as you, right?" The businessman in the same seat joked. This fat man Chen happened to have the same name as the navy commander Chen Hao. The prince Zhu Biao and the marquis of Jinghai Cao Zhen led the navy to cross the sea to the east. The first battle to attack the harbor of Zhen. Chen Hao led the frigate led by Chen Hao made great contributions. In the past few days, the newspapers have introduced the navy commander Chen Hao every day. Even the matter of Li Shanping's thug when he was not studying hard in private schools. The heroes were around him. All the people named Chen in the city of Beijing felt a light on their faces. Some people wanted to find out whether they had any relatives with Chen Hao's family from the roots a hundred years ago.

"This is better than the other, but it's almost the same. It was probably a family five hundred years ago." The fat man didn't care about other people's push and shook his head and answered in panic.

"Pu"! The guest sitting in the same seat didn't expect that he was so thick-skinned, and he sprayed all the tea out in one mouthful of water.

The atmosphere was immediately active, and everyone exchanged the latest news they knew about each other.

"Brother Chen, where did you come back? You are dressed so thickly"?

"Liaoyang"! I've been to the right place this time. Although I almost didn't freeze my ears, it's worth it, and it's worth it to freeze my ears!

"Is the road smooth? You dare to go to such a northern place in such cold weather and buy something good?"! The eyes of the merchants present suddenly lit up. Even the merchants next to him turned around and looked back. After Wu Anguo returned to Peiping, Chen Hao was the first small speculator to secretly "submit" to the Beiping business group. According to Wu Anguo's character, it is impossible not to give him a reward. This transaction must have been guided by the Wu Da God of Wealth, and he made a fortune. Looking at Chen Hao's eagerness to show off, you will know that this kid is well developed.

"So far, most of them are cement roads like our Peking and Tianjin. The places that were soaked in rain in summer and repaired by the two brothers of the Zhan family in autumn. The remaining half was just stopped after being frozen, but the sign was very clear and you can barely walk. There is a private inn just fifty miles away on the road. It is very convenient to get a stunning trip and rest." The businessman Chen Hao was so handsome that he introduced the gains of this northbound journey in a while.

Under the guidance of Wu Anguo, he brought a batch of goods to Liaoyang before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Just as he caught up with the Liaodong tribes of King Yan Zhu Di, the warriors of various tribes in the competition to shoot, wrestle, and race horses at the conference. The lively scenes opened his eyes. The prices of the goods he brought increased several times and were quickly sold out by the warriors.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the merchant Chen Hao packed up the silver and delivered the ticket number to remit it. However, he did not come back with the brigade. With his keen sense of smell, he felt business opportunities everywhere in Liaoyang. The Jinshan tribe returned to the south and brought a large number of livestock. The price of meat in Liaoyang suddenly dropped to cheaper than vegetables. Relying on the credibility certificate issued by Wu'anguo, Chen Hao found a canning factory that Changmao opened in Liaoyang, ordered a large number of canned meat, and when the cans were ready, they were transported back to Peking, and winter was coming.

"I knew that Wu Hou would not treat you badly, you are smart,"! Zhou Dacheng, a businessman sitting in the same seat, smiled and scolded, "But his heart is too dark, and it is beneficial to always eat alone."

"Aren't you afraid that you will blame me for losing money? Otherwise, I will have to add a few more. Besides, there is no vegetables in that place in winter, so I will suffer too." After making money, I was in a good mood, and Chen defended himself with a smile.

"Go to you, I'm picking up cheap and being good at it. I don't have vegetables, and I don't have greenhouses yet. When can't the greenhouses be sold in the Academy of Sciences be sold?" Zhou Dacheng retorted with a smile.

"That's Peiping. Have you ever seen the winter in Liaodong? You don't wear a hat on the road. As you walk, your ears will no longer feel. Don't cover them with your hands. If you accidentally pull them hard, your ears will fall off. A glass greenhouse for growing vegetables, someone has a fire wall, and they are wrapped around them with quilts or felts. The cost is too great. Except for the officials and prodigal sons, who can afford that food? The price is three or four times that of meat. There is not enough food in winter, and all tribes kill sheep in autumn. Lamb is cheap like no money. Do you know how the officer of the Liaoyang Garrison is worth eating vegetables, how can the officer scold his soldiers?"

"how"?

The merchant Chen Hao bought enough of Guanzi. Seeing that everyone focused on themselves, stood up, imitated the commander of the horse thief, pointed at everyone and scolded: "Mom, Xiong Bing, Xiong Bing, Xiong Bing, I have never seen you Xiong Bing. You go to the gate to see which garrison can have meat every day. I will give you meat every meal. You also complain that the food is not good and you want to eat vegetables. His grandmother's, it's cold and cold. Where can I buy vegetables for you! The messenger, go and let the kitchen think about some mushroom legs, daylily, etc. If you continue to eat like this, I will be so tired of it."

"Coaxed", the teahouse suddenly started to boil. Throughout history, the first time I heard that soldiers were tired of eating meat. Some people shook their heads unbelievably. Anyway, they had never been in Liaodong in winter, so they could only listen to Chen Hao brag there casually.

After laughing for a while, everyone came back to their seats. Zhou Dacheng asked in a low voice: "Brother Chen, can the canned meat be even more stable? Let's sit close, you can pay a price."

Chen Hao waited for this sentence and nodded with a smile, "Okay, the one you want is a clay pot. The one you want is a clay pot. The one you have in summer can be guaranteed to not break for six months. The clay pot is sealed with large butter wax. People told me that it can only be kept for three months and can be stored for a longer time in winter, but the clay pot is cheap."

"Clay pot, it's winter now"! Zhou Dacheng made a quick decision.

The two reached out their hands together and covered them with their sleeves. The people sitting in the same seat knew that the transaction had begun and stopped making a fuss. They looked at the two silently. Chen Hao shook his head and Zhou Dacheng frowned. Chen Hao shook his head again for a while. The two of them shook their sleeves and finally negotiated the price. They both relaxed their eyebrows happily, held up the tea bowl in front of them and touched them, and toasted to celebrate the deal.

"How is that person surnamed Chen? Is it reliable?" Someone was moved and asked the tea guests around him in a low voice.

"I am very skilled, but I am quite credible. Not many foreign businessmen can ask Wu Hou to write a letter of recommendation to prove his credit like him."

The three words Wu'anguo are like a reassurance. I heard that Wu'anguo proved his credit, and the merchants had a much better impression of Chen Hao. One after another, businessmen came over to buy goods from Chen Hao or inquire about the specific situation. Someone in the next room also heard the news and arrived. After a while, Chen Hao negotiated several transactions, and the income was obviously better than his expectations. I silently calculated the income today. Chen Hao raised his hand and threw it to his friend a small ingot, and shouted happily: "Shopkeeper, the tea money in this room this morning is my account, I will treat everyone to tea."

"Okay"! There was a cheer in the room.

"Thank you, Boss Chen"

"Boss Chen is making a fortune and good luck." The guy sang loudly and notified all the tea lovers in the room.

"Man, hurry up, throw my pot and exchange it for the most expensive tea." Someone was making a good joke.

Chen Hao followed everyone and felt so comfortable. "It's all about making money. This way of making money is the most comfortable. Wuhou said that, you have to talk about rules as a businessman. For thousands of years, the low status of businessmen is not only a problem that others despise, but also a big reason for the way merchants do things themselves.

"Boss Chen, Boss Chen", a person who was not very familiar came over and his low voice interrupted Chen Hao's thinking.

"What's the matter?" Chen greeted him with a smile.

"I'll ask you about something. You are in Liaodong. Have you heard of His Highness the King of Yan worshipping Genghis Khan's tomb?" The visitor asked carefully.

"I heard that, no one knows this. Didn't the newspapers in Peking say it?" Chen Hao answered strangely.

"I said it, but we don't believe it very much," Zhou Dacheng replied for the visitor. "Brother Chen, you are close to Wuhou and the big bosses in Peking. Do you analyze it and analyze it. Is this King of Yan really half a Tartar?"

"Do you care if he is a Tartar? Anyway, Liaodong is now peaceful. The Northern Army on the grasslands beat the Tartars to the point of being beaten, and the Andong Army defeated the Tartars around Daning, and the transactions were smooth all the way."

"The main reason is that we don't want the King of Yan to be a Tartar. We always think that something is wrong. Among us foreign businessmen, you are well-informed. Can you tell me something accurate?"

Chen Hao looked at the longing eyes around him and smiled: "Brothers, we are all businessmen. We can't understand it if we use the businessmen's heads to think about it. If the benefit of this King of Yan is half a Tartar, it is better for the court, or the benefit of the pure Han people to the court. If you want to subdue the Mongolians and govern the grassland forever, at least you have to have a reason."

"Oh"! Everyone suddenly realized the response. In fact, many people thought so in their hearts, but no one could be sure. Today, I heard Chen Hao say this, and my stomach immediately became bright.

"Brother Chen, you mean, you mean, the identity of the King of Yan is fake." Someone tentatively expressed the answer.

"I haven't said it before," Chen Hao put away his smile, "I am a business seller. From the perspective of a business seller, a king of Yan with a Tartar status has changed to a country for millions of miles, so this business fool will not do it."

Everyone nodded, and when it came to this point, they could not understand it anymore. Although the government in Peking is relaxed and there are no slogans on the walls that talk about less state affairs, everyone still dare not be too rash. They started talking about the Liaodong story, shocking the achievements of the Northern Army, and the Japanese were ugly. Time gradually came to noon. The winter sun lazily climbed into the middle of the blue sky, without wind, but there were few pedestrians on the streets, and thick cotton curtains were hung on the shops, and black smoke unique to the burning honeycomb coals when cooking began to emerge from the chimneys on the roof.

A very loud noise suddenly came from the Mingdi Tower. Then, the teahouse was in a panic, and the sound of people was filled. The guests on the upper floor could not sit still, and they looked down.

"What's going on, what's going on?" Someone asked the guy loudly.

The guy who had been in charge of inquiring about the news ran out, and after a while he ran up with a notice, he stuck it on the wall panting. He opened his mouth wide and could not repeat the sentence for a long time.

The merchants all knew a few words and recognized the seal of the government on the notice.

There are two messages on the notice.

The first news is: the consortium in Peking and several consortiums in Jiangnan reached an agreement, and everyone decided to jointly re-formulate the stock market rules. After the new rules were drafted, it would be made public to the public at any time. All people could correct their shortcomings and put forward their own suggestions. Once the suggestions were adopted, they could receive 100 taels of silver as a reward. Two months later, the governor Guo Pu would hold a shareholders' meeting in Mingdi Building, and those who hold more than 100 taels of stocks could participate. Voting to decide on the new stock charter, the rules and clauses with more than 2-thirds of the votes in favor will be used as new rules of the stock market, and the rules and clauses with more than 2-thirds of the votes against the votes will be abolished. Those who have neither reached the minimum number of votes in favor nor the minimum number of votes against will be voted in the second place after the modification. After the rules vote, the stock market will reopen. Those who trampled on the rules will be punished for fraud.

The second news was written at a glance at the moment when the first news was announced. It is estimated that the government had just confirmed that the ink traces had not dried up. The news only has six words, "The Navy defeated the Japanese the day before yesterday"!
Chapter completed!