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Chapter 954: Filial Sons and Grandsons

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    Liu Wenshan welcomed Chen Xin to the hall.

    He looked at the merchant.

    Chen Xin took the lead and said: "Mr. Liu's book is shocking to the world, but to us lowly businessmen, it is really like rain and dew. Mr. Liu, please accept my respect again."

    With that said, he made a gesture to bow down, and Liu Wenshan helped him up again.

    Liu Wenshan felt quite comforted by this. He was subject to great controversy in schools and temples, but he never expectedthat there would be people who appreciated The Wealth of Nations so much.

    Liu Wenshan said humbly: "Thank you for your kindness. Are you doing silk business?"

    "Exactly." Chen Xin nodded and said, "It's just a small business. There are so many silk merchants in Beijing, and I feel ashamed to be at the bottom."

    Liu Wenshan wrote The Wealth of Nations. Over the past year, he has been studying economics and commodity exchange, so he became very interested in this silk merchant.

    He stared at Chen Xin and saw that he looked ashamed.

    But Chen Xin is indeed not a wealthy businessman, especially in the silk industry.

    Liu Wenshan said: "There is a difference between doing business and studying. If a scholar reads more books, it may be easier to get on the gold list. The way to do business depends on the amount of capital and the size of the scale, but people are not born with the ability to operate.  You can strive to reach the top, so you don¡¯t need to be ashamed of your steps. As long as you can keep your integrity and operate with integrity, you can look up to the world and have no regrets in your heart.¡±

    It's okay not to mention it, but when he said it, Chen Xin felt ashamed: "I'm even more ashamed to say it, sir, although my capital is not rich, my trading profits are limited, but it is also because I don't know it. Let's just say the previous point.  One day, I dyed a batch of silk, but the color of this silk is really not pleasing to the eye, and as a result, no one cares about it yet. Compared with the popular colors nowadays, eh"

    "Do you still have it in your hands?" Liu Wenshan said with a smile.

    Chen Xin nodded.

    Liu Wenshan puts his hands behind his back. This is his habit. Although he is a little transparent under the Fang family, sometimes he will imitate others and unconsciously imitate his mentor Fang Jifan. He looks like he might beat you to death if he is in a bad mood.

    He looked up at the rafters and suddenly said: "There is a hoarding of goods, which means that the market cannot accommodate your goods, but have you ever thought about it, the market itself is infinite."

    "What?" Chen Xin was stunned, not quite understanding what Liu Wenshan meant.

    Liu Wenshan smiled and said: "No, maybe I was wrong in what I just said. What I mean is that for you, your goods must have had certain channels before, but the channels for shipping your goods have not.  It has not been recognized by this market, but the market is not just a channel that is limited to the first step. It might as well be that you can look further and try your best to open up the market."

    "Develop new markets¡­¡­"

    Chen Xin still doesn¡¯t understand.

    Develop new markets¡­¡­

    Liu Wenshan said: "In my The Wealth of Nations, I stated that one day, once the supply of goods changes from shortage to oversupply, it will become necessary to open up the market."

    "Buthow to open up the market?" Chen Xin was stunned.  He had heard of the word market development in The Wealth of Nations, but he didn't take it seriously at the time.

    Liu Wenshan smiled slightly: "The exchange of commercial goods is currently limited to transactions between acquaintances. I am not wrong about this."

    Chen Xin nodded.

    The acquaintance trade is indeed the current mainstream: "For several generations in my family, the capital business has purchased goods from some well-known silk merchants in the south of the Yangtze River, and then sent them to the capital. The fathers and grandfathers in my family are virtuous, and they have many shops in the capital.  There has always been cooperation"

    Liu Wenshan said: "It is precisely because of this that these silk shops are your channels, but have you ever thought that your goods may not be popular in the capital, but they may not be popular inside the walls and outside the walls?  "

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    "You can try and find other channels." Liu Wenshan encouraged.

    Chen Xin was silent for a long time: "How to find other channels?"

    Liu Wenshan feels that he is better at doing business.

    "However, he smiled, but in factsometimes, he only observed economic and trade behaviors, but instead stood from an objective standpoint and saw more clearly and further.

    He said: "My master has been planning to establish a trading market in the new city these days. You can go there and try your luck."

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    Isn¡¯t this the cityExtraordinarily different.

    When he said this, the scribe was startled.

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    His forehead hit the ground hard, as if it didn't hurt at all, and there was already blood on it. The bright red blood flowed down his forehead, and fell drop by drop on the green face.  on bricks.

    "My son deserves death!" The scribe's voice sounded very frightened.

    Although the melon-eater said nothing, it made him feel even more frightened. His teeth were trembling and his body was shaking like chaff.

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    A melon rind flew out of the darkness.

    It fell firmly onto the clerk's face.

    The man in the shadow finally stood up slowly and suddenly roared in a rich baritone voice: "Xiao Jing, your uncle, you can just punish us if you want, but you also want to check on our grandfather!"

    The scribe buried his head fiercely, with his body lying on the ground. The skirt of his clothes behind him was soaked with cold sweat.

    The setting sun came in and shone on the face in the shadow. Liu Jin's face was ferocious, and his eyes looked like blood!

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