The trade fair is coming to an end, and Zhao Xing has obviously become the most beautiful boy in the branch venue. He started from 100 yuan, and in just 21 days, he increased the value in his hands by 335 times.

In the end, he basically bought all the items. As long as customers enter that area, they can enjoy one-stop service. They can be said to be a business genius.

However, he seemed to be easily fed up with everything, and soon this business was not very attractive to him. He just divided the stall and then divided the money he earned according to the shares. In the end, all shareholders distributed more than 5,500 chunks of dividends.

Because Zhao Xing invested the most, his net profit reached more than 13,700 yuan, which means that it only took Zhao Xing twenty-one to make a fortune that was difficult for him to achieve in his life.

Although I was riding on the east wind of the trade fair, I have to say that this person is really a generalist.

And you should know that he did not use his emperor status to force the sale and everything was voluntary. Even if he asked the Golden Armor guard to stand guard, he would write to the organizer as a vendor, saying that it would be best for them to take care of the customers with their children.

"You still write your thoughts?"

What Song Beiyun never expected was that Zhao Xing not only did business, but also wrote his experiences. He summarized his routine nonsense from many aspects such as location selection, purchase, employment, and service.

"That's natural. There are those 360 ​​professions in the world. I can't take it as a bitch. I want to try any other professions if I can."

Song Beiyun, who had his experience, raised his head to look at him when he heard this sentence: "If you really want to think about it, it's not impossible."

"No!" Zhao Xing refused sternly: "Disgusting."

"It's good to write, but yours is still a bit one-sided. You have to know that there is something here that you haven't considered, that is loss. You have not calculated the loss, there is no accident or competition. The things you sell are all items left by someone who goes bankrupt or withdraws the stall. The entire market is unique, and food and other things are purchased directly in other areas. If it is really operated stably in one area, it may..."

"I know, after I return to Jinling, I will open a grocery store and do it by myself." Zhao Xing said, looking up at the sky silently: "But my biggest thought in my heart is to ride the wind and waves and move forward."

"Impossible, don't expect it."

Zhao Xing sighed leisurely, but did not argue. He actually understood in his heart that some things as emperor were not as free as he imagined.

“There will be a review in the final stage.”

As soon as he heard the evaluation, Zhao Xing became interested. He straightened up and asked, "What evaluation?"

Since we are planning to hold an exhibition of expo, we must create a brand effect for all regions. The concept of trademarks is actually already available, but the quality of the product is difficult to guarantee, so we can now use ready-made resources to conduct a selection event.

The content of the event is actually divided into several categories, mainly four or five aspects, including daily necessities, food, wine, etc., and three levels of standards are selected.

The selection is divided into three steps. The first step is to screen the organizing committee. This step will screen out the products that look ordinary and inferior at first glance, and in the end, there will be less than 10% of the products left.

Then these 10% of the products will enter the next stage, that is, the re-selection, and the Ministry of Revenue of Song and Liao dynasties and the randomly selected people will be selected together.

After passing this hurdle, there may be more than a dozen things left in each category. The last level is Zhao Xing and Fo Baonu to select three things, and then the two of them will determine the rankings of these three things.

After the specifications of gold, silver and copper level three are set, the industry will naturally have standards. Then gradually reduce this standard and become a quantitative index for an industry, and then gradually make business regular and standardized.

Zhao Xing thought this was fun, but at the same time he felt that Song Beiyun was very tired in his life and had to think about everything several steps forward. But he didn't dare to say it because he would be scolded if he said it.

What happened next is relatively simple, and the workload is not as large as before. The main reason is that the selection problem is really difficult.

Because there are so many good things here, there are naturally many things. For example, Zhao Xing, he took a fancy to a wine from Shanxi, but the problem is that there is also a wine in Guizhou that is very good. Both of them want to choose first, so he struggled for a long time.

Compared with Zhao Xing, Fo Baonu is much better. She doesn’t have that much demand or drink, but she likes Su embroidery, Japanese fans and Fuzhou lacquerware.

But the problem is that no matter what, she has to choose the best things, whether it is food or daily necessities, so when she looks at things that she can't name every day these days, there is no essential difference from Zhao Xing.

However, Song Beiyun has been particularly leisurely these days. After explaining the matter, he was ready to pack up his things and go back to Chang'an. After all, his identity this time is just an exhibitionist and there is nothing else.

"You gave me the hardest thing, did you run away by yourself?"

Faced with the questioning of Fo Baonu, Song Beiyun also explained it well. After all, the pregnant Fo Baonu and the unpregnant Fo Baonu are not the same concept, so he still speaks very gently.

At the same time, Han Qi, who was negotiating war compensation in Song State, was also preparing to leave and return. The result of this negotiation was quite satisfactory, because each prisoner could be redeemed at a price of ten cents and Song State would also compensate for all the losses caused by this war. He would have to make about ten million cents of cents.

Although the result is not the best result as expected, it is the best ending now. The only change is that the right to speak in the battle for unification has returned to the hands of the Song Dynasty. Strictly speaking, the Song Dynasty lost but did not completely lose because the right to speak was taken down, and the Liao Kingdom won but did not completely win. Because everyone in the world knows what the Song Dynasty is doing, the Song Kingdom took the word Yi.

In this era, the old ones are not old, the young era and the old traditions are blended together, and there are no one who is truly smart. Most people are a group of people who only know how to follow the trend. As long as they take the word "Yi" and bandits can be called heroes by them.

Therefore, the morale in the Liao Kingdom is very low now, and even if you win, it will be low, because the scholars are a little disappointed with what the Liao Kingdom did, but they admire the behavior of the Song Kingdom very much.

A rebel army that rushed thousands of miles to save Confucius' family was beaten and driven away by the Liao army. I was really embarrassed to say this, and even if I said it, my face was lost.

Han Qi once again saw Song Beiyun's power. His move was too strong. Throughout history, he could not see any country winning and being scolded. This is unreasonable and should not be done.

However, Han Qi was also a prime minister after all. He quickly understood the original content, because the right to speak itself was in the hands of the Song State, and now they controlled the only official branch of the Kong family, and the Liao State had no advantage in the field of public opinion.

More importantly, the mutual penetration between the Song and Liao countries is too powerful now. The Khitan culture originated from the Liao Kingdom is almost gone. The terrifying Han culture has begun to erode the belligerent genes in Khitan culture from all aspects. When facing this obviously inappropriate confrontation, even the Liao people will instinctively safeguard the justice side they think.

Han Qi was a little unwilling to give up, but he had no choice because he had seen what the world's trend was. Under this trend, as long as the Song Kingdom did not suddenly invade the Liao Kingdom, then the fate of waiting for the Liao Kingdom would never be able to tell who was Liao Kingdom and who was Song Kingdom.

Moreover, the two-country general system that Song Beiyun is now implementing is simply a way to kill people and kill their hearts. It can even be said to be a bit nonsense, but this is the hope of countless people in the court and the market. They all hope this way, because only in this way can the Liao Kingdom be more prosperous and the Liao Kingdom's scholars have more opportunities.

It's gone, the Liao Kingdom is gone.

Han Qi stood on the bell tower of the Song Dynasty and looked at it, and suddenly understood that the purpose of Song Beiyun's words to him was all about China.

That person didn't need the Song Dynasty to win or the Liao Dynasty to lose. He needed to mix the originally clear boundary line together, and it didn't matter if he won or lost at that point.

Han Qi suddenly had the idea of ​​quitting the court because of that inexplicable sense of powerlessness.

It’s not because Song Beiyun is so terrible. In fact, that person is not as terrible as he imagined. What is really terrible is the momentum of the world. This momentum makes him unable to understand. But Song Beiyun just happened to be standing on the surging waves, high above.

The world that Han Qi accepted since childhood was a pattern of a king, minister, minister, father, son, and son. Now one of them stood up and told him that all his thoughts were wrong.

Of course he was dissatisfied. Since he was dissatisfied, he had to use practical actions to prove that Song Beiyun was wrong.

But he worked hard, and tried very hard. He racked his brains and tried his best to sleep for only one or a half hours a day. But even if His Majesty trusted him, Song Beiyun did not use his relationship with His Majesty to restrain him, but if he didn't, he wouldn't do it.

Just as Song Beiyun told him in Shandong, it is the wisest choice to give up resistance at this time, because the huge waves of the times can overturn all stubborn boys who do not believe in evil.

Han Qi leaned against the brick and stone wall and stared at the lights of thousands of families in Jinling City. He knew that he had lost to this era and there was no turning point.

Suddenly, he started crying without warning, and squatted down with his hands covering his face.

The soldiers on the bell and drum tower don’t know what he was wrong with, the prime minister of the Liao Kingdom? That’s it?

But they gave their responsibilities, so they sent people to inform the Prime Minister Yan who was waiting for him.

Yan Shu walked up quickly, looked at Han Qi who was already crying curiously, and asked curiously: "Han Xiang, what's wrong?"

"I lost...I lost..."

He muttered repeatedly, and his nose flowed into his mouth, he ignored it and even smacked the taste.

Yan Shu frowned and looked at the second-rank prime minister of the Liao Kingdom who suddenly collapsed, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

He just said that he lost, but where did he lose? Didn’t he just get the compensation? He also captured more than 10,000 people from the Song Kingdom. This was a glorious victory, why did he lose?

But now he will definitely not be able to ask the reason, because his mentality has collapsed. The only way to say that the wheel is to wait for him to calm down.

After waiting for a while, Han Qi's emotions gradually calmed down. He wiped his tears and slapped his hands on the city wall. He sighed again and again, making Yan Shu next to him a little annoyed.

"Sorry, Yan Xiang, has lost his composure."

"It's okay, Han Xiang must have thought of something sad. I often write lyrics at home. When I think that I may not be better than the lyrics that Song Beiyun wrote when he was twenty years old, I also cried."

Han Qi looked at Yan Shu in shock. Yan Shu quietly spread his hands and said helplessly: "A man, if you lose, you will lose, there is nothing embarrassing."

"You lost to him, too?"

Yan Shu was stunned for a moment: "I don't really understand what Han Xiang means."

"well……"

Han Qi sighed and said to Yan Shu what Song Beiyun said to him when he was in Shandong, and then sighed: "The world is invincible, unparalleled! Forget it, when I go back this time, I will resign and return home, and be a free scholar."

"Don't, Han Xiang." Yan Shu waved his hand and said, "Why are you competing with Song Beiyun?"

Han Qi looked at Yan Shu for no reason, but Yan Shu just smiled and said, "I knew him eighteen years old, and he was eighteen years old at that time. From the day I recognized him, the nightmare of my life began. Do you know mine, Linchuan and even the number one talented man in the Song Dynasty, but since he appeared, who would tell me that Yan Shu was the number one talented man in the world? I would fight with others when I went up."

When Han Qi heard what Yan Shu said interestingly, he couldn't help laughing: "Why?"

"It's embarrassing!" Yan Shu smiled bitterly, "There is such a monster standing in front of him. It's no different from pointing at my nose and scolding me."

"What after that?"

"If you can't fight, you can't win, so you can't fight. Then you can join forces with the flow." Yan Shu's fan hit the brick and stone wall and made a loud voice: "There is no need to fight for things that you can't fight. Just like you said, the world is like this. If you insist on going against the trend, isn't this going to seek death?"

"What does Yan Xiang mean?"

"If you can't beat it, just join." Yan Shu supported his hands on the wall and looked into the distance: "Song Beiyun once called me "comrade" after being drunk. At that time, I was still the king, minister, father, son, and son, and I was no different from you. I don't want to dig the graves of my ancestors, but he called me "comrade."

"Comrades? Being with one's virtue means being one's heart, and being one's heart means being one's comrades."

"Yeah." Yan Shu pursed his lips and thought for a while: "Later I asked him why he was referring to him. He might have been prepared or he was making up and told me that comrades are those who strive for the common ideals and cause. They are those who are practical, down-to-earth, and those who fight for the survival of China and Chinese now and in the future. They are glorious to be attracted to them."

"Chinese..."

"Chinese people do not distinguish between Song, Liao and Jin."

Han Qi suddenly became a little confused, but he could feel that the horse was inexplicably ignited.
Chapter completed!