"What?"

Sun Zhan thought he had heard it wrong, so he asked again, but Chen Jian still asked sincerely in the tone just now: "I said, how much money can I make?"

This time, laughter suddenly sounded around him, and even Sun Zhan himself laughed, shook his head and said, "I can't make much money."

Chen Jian was a little disappointed, but he didn't say that he was too dead, and he was a little embarrassed for a moment.

Fortunately, someone stood up and said something else. Even if the restrained and formal banquet ended, the rest was the free dinner that young men and women prefer.

From time to time, people gathered to talk to Chen Jian, and Chen Jian also responded politely.

After a while, Zhang Xuan came over and patted Chen Jian on the shoulder and said, "It's amazing, where did you copy it from? There are many girls who will chat with you tonight, so don't miss it."

Chen Jian looked at the girls around him and asked, "Who is the richest among these girls? And his parents are very old and are about to... that's what."

"What?"

"Death to death!"

"What do you want to do?"

Chen Jian half-jokingly said, "Come on, get married, wait until your parents-in-law die to inherit the property."

Zhang Xuan just regarded it as a joke, smiled and said a few stubborn words, then sat aside and chatted with the girls while Chen Jian.

Chen Jian curled his lips, but he didn't treat this as a joke in his heart. This was probably the most convenient way. With his previous life's knowledge, he hooked up with a girl who was sad and sad, cheated a sum of money as his first pot of gold, and squeezed into this circle and created a network of relationships.

I was taken into a pit to make a joke before. Based on Chen Jian's temper before he was tempered in his previous life, he got up and turned around and left.

If you don’t want to enter this circle, you can naturally be extremely rough and heroic. However, the four words "No desire to be tough" in this life are too far away from him. These days of thinking have made him sure that he will be a big capitalist who colluded with officials and businessmen in this life. Don’t do violent revolution or social movements for the time being in this life, and don’t miss the excitement outside.

Since you want to collude with officials and businessmen, you have to enter this circle.

It's very simple. For example, the kind of money-making ginning machine he can think of now, which can be supported by the technology of the times, if he doesn't enter this circle, he will never make money.

The workers in this country are hired workers, not slaves. Although capital is strong, they still have the right to restrict it. Since the employer is a human, it is easy to be controlled by capital.

Nowadays, it is still to peel cotton by hand, one or two kilograms of cotton a day; once a simple flower gin appears, you can peel forty or fifty kilograms of cotton a day, which is equivalent to one person doing fifty people's work, so forty-nine people will have nothing to do.

If it is a slave, it is natural to say. Slaves will not resist the machine, but early workers with immature struggle experience will not resist the machine. However, capital will kill the master of the machine that is not his own and become his own.

In the long run, the cotton ginning machine appears, the cotton peeling workers are unemployed, the cotton planting area expands, the cotton peeling workers change to other industries, and the textile industry develops again, which is a good thing.

But for individuals, this is not the case. Even with patent protection laws at this time, production is still the most profitable. If you squeeze into this circle, raise capital, and form a huge interest group to deal with possible workers' opposition and external capital struggles, everyone will smile. If you can't squeeze into this circle and patents are placed, these people will overwhelm the price and force Chen Jian to drop.

If Chen Jian insisted, then soon the cotton peelers in Fujian would be aroused by the public opinion controlled by those people with money. Thousands of people opposed it and rushed in to smash the machine, and hired a few people to kill themselves secretly. Once a person died, everything would be solved, and those workers who were exploited would be crushed by even more huge capital.

Furthermore, for this kind of simple machine, patents have loopholes. For example, Chen Jian is a gear transmission, but someone changes it to a belt transmission. So whether it is considered a violation of the patent depends on whether Chen Jian’s relationship is hard and whether he has enough money.

A person can go against a thousand people, or even work against 70,000 cotton strips across the country. The premise is that there are at least hundreds of thousands of silver coins, complex and effective networks of relationships, and enough reputation... If not, capital cannibalism is not just about talking about it, nor is it just about eating workers, but about swallowing each other.

The best way is to create a tight network of relationships and squeeze into the circle instead of starting a new job. If necessary, you need to hire someone to hide it in and bleed when the cotton peeler opposes, so that the army can have an excuse to suppress it. These require interpersonal relationships in all aspects to help.

I thought about it in my mind, chatted with a few people indirectly, asked about the family background of the girls who were most likely to succeed, and secretly set several goals.

He was not in a hurry, but used all his skills to show his image as a gentleman who had never been seen before, and said some interesting news from time to time, occasionally saying something that sounded quite intimidating.

By the end of the banquet, Chen Jian undoubtedly became the most amazing person in the banquet. He changed his previous image and copied a few short poems to several girls who were preparing to start, making him seem to have deliberately been cynical before.

A few days later, the wind and rain finally stopped, and Zhang Xuan brought good news.

"The girl you asked me to ask for help find her. Her home is outside the south of the city. But her family doesn't have much money."

Chen Jian asked clearly, thanked Zhang Xuan, rode his horse on a somewhat muddy road, and went to the south of the city.

A clean wooden house stands in the suburbs. Outside is a circle of wooden fences, which covers a considerable area, with various flowers and some unknown plants planted in the ground.

I just experienced the baptism of wind and rain, and the wooden house was a little damaged.

After looking inside, a girl turned her back to him, moving the flowers she had before from a basin in the room and placing them in the sun.

The girl was probably tired, so she stood there and took a breath, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, and turned around and saw Chen Jian riding on the horse.

"Do you want help?"

Lin Xi recognized Chen Jian at a glance. She did leave a deep impression on the dock a few days ago. The key is that she had never seen such a shameless way of chatting.

Whether it is good or bad, I always remember this guy named Chen Jian.

Faced with the question, she did not answer directly, but went back to the house, came out for a long time, took a short flintlock, and filled the gunpowder with a strip of strips, put it on the wooden board where the flower pots were placed, and then shouted at Chen Jian outside the fence: "Thank you, you are such a good person."

Chen Jian got off the horse with a smile, tied the horse to a tree outside the fence, walked straight in, without saying anything, but followed Lin Xi into the wooden house next to him, and transported rows of flowers inside out.

The two of them didn't say anything. Chen Jian sniffed the faint smell of the girl's hair in the air, looked at the short side and shrugged.

There are more than 700 pots of the same flowers in total, and they grow very well, and it can be seen that they are taking good care of them.

When it was about to finish moving, Chen Jian finally couldn't help but find a reason and asked: "What is this flower called? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"Clivia."

"What? This is not Clivia." Chen Jian replied subconsciously.

Lin Xi turned his head, smiled for the first time, and said, "It's really strange. Could it be that there is a second type of Clivia? I have learned the Hundred Herbs from my father since I was a child. I have read the Hundred Herbs Collection several times, and there has never been a second type of flower called this name. This flower is named after my father. It says that the leaves are like swords, the flowers are as red as fire, and there is a red heart in the sword like a gentleman, and its smell is as elegant as orchids, so I named this name. Could it be that the Hundred Herbs Collection has been revised again?"

Chen Jian scratched his head awkwardly and said with a smile: "Actually, I haven't seen any Baicao Collection, I just think this name is strange."

"Everything must always be famous. Isn't it strange that you call Chen Jian? The reason why snakes are called snakes is not a name given to people?"

"That's true."

Chen Jian was so choked that he couldn't answer, so he helped to move the flower pot, looked up at the tiles on the roof that were blown by the wind and rain, and asked, "Is there a ladder?"

Lin Xi looked at Chen Jian and couldn't help asking, "How do you do this? Be careful to fall off."

"Don't worry, although I want to get close to you, I don't think about losing my life."

Lin Xi chuckled and pointed to the distance and said, "There is a wooden ladder there. The house has been leaking for a few days. If you can help repair it, I really want to thank you."

After moving the ladder, I found some tools, climbed up skillfully, and sat on the roof with my legs spread apart, shouting at Lin Xi: "Twist one of the iron turfs, the rafters are rotten, I'll take a piece."

"What?"

"It's that kind of curved iron, with sharp sides."

He bent down, searched for a long time and found one, blocking the dazzling sunshine with one hand, raised his other hand and asked, "Is this the case?"

"Yes. Use some force and throw it up."

Catching it from mid-air and busy quickly. These are tools used in previous lives and are very familiar.

Lin Xi covered the sunshine, looked up with her head tilted, and smiled unconsciously, and looked at Chen Jian busy with a smile. Suddenly, she remembered something, ran back to the house and took out a tin pot and a palm fan, and was busy boiling water.

Chen Jian wiped his sweat, gasped for a while, and asked, "Are you a doctor studying? Is Baicao Ji herbal books?"

"No. We are learning to understand the classification of plant animals, which is considered as agricultural science, but it is also a bit related to medicine. We are responsible for finding various flowers, plants, plants, snakes, insects, and animals, rather than trying what diseases this thing can treat."

"Then where did this flower come from?"

"My father brought it back from a wild place a long time ago. He went out to sea once, and was blown by the wind and brought it back from a small island. We have never had it here. My father said that the flower is very rare and difficult to find, so he got it back and raised it. He said that he didn't know what the flower could do, but it might be useful, maybe it can cure any serious illness, or maybe it doesn't work, but it's always good to stay."

"What about your father?"

"I'm going to reunite with my mother. I'll leave me alone."

After a moment of being stunned, he suddenly woke up, and felt inexplicably distressed in his heart. He opened his mouth to say something, but Lin Xi below replied first.

"You don't have to say anything out of politeness. They have gone, but I have to live. They don't want to see me crying every day."

As he said that, he raised his arms at Chen Jian, revealing the two colorful ropes on his wrist.

"This is what my mother left for me. She said she could pick it off after it was stained with rain, but I didn't pick it, so I always carried it with me, just like my mother is still by my side."

"Before my father left me, he left me a lot of books, a lot of flowers, a way to make specimens, some money, and his dreams. I think, than crying and sad, he hopes to see me fulfill his dreams, recognize more flowers, plants and animals, and classify them into categories."
Chapter completed!