During the Door Day, Ma Zhou, the Shizhong, issued an edict to establish Shule Royal City as Jixi Prefecture. The descendants of the royal family moved to China within three generations.

The Secretary of the Secretariat Changsun Wuji, who returned to Beijing to supervise important matters, did not raise his eyelids, and directly stamped the seal and agreed to it. Anyway, no matter what happened, no one listened to Changsun Wuji, let alone make suggestions, and fartted.

"Brother Fu Ji, let me talk?"

The Minister of Personnel Hou Junji, who was the emperor's fate or his fortune was strong, was dragged to the Ministry of Personnel to watch over the door of Chairman Li, and the market was bullish.

"What advice does Secretary Hou have?"

At noon, the prime ministers received a reward from Mr. Li. They were all 2 liang of beef tenderloin and some sauce was applied on it. It was obviously quite delicious.

However, Changsun Wuji was tasteless and even mocked him: "I can't just want to eat my beef."

“…”

If it weren't for the discussion, Hou Junji really wanted to kick the old beast and kick it into a paralysis.

"Why do you have to do this by Brother Fuji?"

He shook his sleeves and looked around. The Minister of Personnel was also thick-skinned enough, and it didn't matter how Changsun Wuji's ridicule was.

"Now, Jixizhou is established, and you and me are still some bentoes..."

"What bean? Beef bean?"

Changsun Wuji picked up a piece of beef, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it, "Well, this is tender and tasty, and it's also sliced, it's really a bento."

“…”

Logically speaking, according to Hou Junji's temper, he must turn against him, and at least he must leave. Whether it is the provincial chief or the minister of the ministry, he thinks that today is going to be lively again.

However, what I never expected was that the big gangster in Binzhou, hey, he endured it!

Today's resolution, Li Jing also entered the venue. This fat man's legs and feet are getting worse than before, and he doesn't like exercise, so he looks even bigger, like Li Tai, the King of Wei.

Li Jing, who practices immortals, gods and beasts all day long, half closed his eyes and chewed chicken legs, but his ears were straight. What kind of thing Hou Junji is? Others don’t know, don’t he know? Such a scumbag, if there is no benefit, will he find another scumbag?

The Changsun scumbag was originally a scumbag who rejected Hou. After all, the levels were different. The level of the Binzhou gangster was too low, which was Zhang Liang's level.

But although Zhang Liang had a low level, he knew it himself. He regarded himself as a royal mangy dog, and the emperor said he wanted to supervise Jing Xiang and stared at Zhang De. Zhang Liang had no words and stayed in Jingchu for several years. He must have continued to make money, but there was something wrong with Wuhan, and he wrote a secret letter that day.

"Brother Fu Ji, why should I keep me from thousands of miles away?"

With a dry laugh, Hou Junji lowered his voice and said to Changsun Wuji, "Bo Shu's virtuous nephew is still in the eastern land of Persia. Brother Fu Ji, who was in the Western Regions in his early years, had quite a few acquaintances. Maybe he could help, but it is unknown."

After drinking a sip of tea, Changsun Wuji closed his eyes and still didn't say anything.

But this time, Hou Junji's eyes lit up, then he snorted coldly and left with a sleeve!

Not far away, a small yellow gate saw this and recorded it.

"Oh? Hou Junji is a petty person and looks for a helping machine to speak?"

Dong Li, who was also eating, smiled, then turned his head and asked Kant, "Do you have a conclusion?"

"It was dispersed unhappily, and Hou Shangshu left with his sleeves, as if he was angry that Zi Wei ordered him to neglect him."

"Um."

Dong Li nodded, looking quite satisfied.

Two days later, the famous "Hou Qilang" of the Duke of Lu State brought gifts to visit Shi Dazhong, who lived alone in the south of the city to enjoy his old age. Coincidentally, Changsun Jun also went to express his condolences to the old loyal servant of the emperor and empress.

"I heard that I had a plan to make a fool of myself, and I said everything about Mi, and I said it, and the cities and states of Smodara lost their common rulers. The west of the Pamirs and the mountains were complicated. The tribes and states here were like the "Qin lost its deer", and the tribes and tribes here were chased by the tribes and tribes here. My brother had a help from the monks of Damascus at this time, and he was supported by the monks of Damascus and could be an internal support. To the east of Wuzhanna, Master Bolu was the master Huang Guanzi, who held the imperial edict, and now he could instigate the states of Northern India and the tribes of Qiangtang..."

"Okay! Hou knew that although Huang Guanzi could instigate hundreds of thousands of people, he was short of money and food. If the troops wanted to move, money and food would come first. Hou was entrusted by Duke Lu, and he had saved some money in Chang'an in recent years. After gathering together, he could still add some magic robes to Huang Guanzi."

"The Tocharis people are not easy to fight. The soldiers of Bolu Kingdom, Northern India and Xiangxiong Tubo at present are mostly mobs and vulnerable. If they are dragged until the beginning of winter, don't think about the Gulu River gold mine."

"Young Master, don't worry. Only when the two companies join forces can they get involved in this gold mine. How could Hou not know the importance of it?"

Behind the two, there were people who looked like scholars, thinking about it. There was a lot of discussion in the room. Outside the room, Shi Dazhong was exploring a jade as white as oil, so it was the size of an egg, and it was very bright and very pleasant.

Time passed quickly, but it was not too slow. When the water bell rang in the yard, both sides left.

On the way, Changsun Jun frowned slightly: "There are still people doing business in this world? It's unheard of!"

"Your husband doesn't have to be surprised. In fact, there are countless such things on the East China Sea."

"Lend money to people to fight, and then pay back the debt with the gain?"

"What's wrong? Isn't it the same in the past Sun Bofu?"

"How can this be discussed?"

Changsun Jun frowned even more violently, "I don't know what the adults think. Now my brother is hanging in the sea of ​​thousands of miles of sand, and I don't know how he is doing."

After Hou Qi returned to Duke Lu's mansion, he quickly found Hou Junji.

“How to say it?”

"Three hundred thousand coins."

"How to send it out of Yangguan?"

"The agreement to go down is to use dried meat, silk cloth, linen cloth and a small amount of silver."

"How much damage do you think can you lose when you go to the Western Regions?"

"It would be great if you could have 170,000 to 180,000 guan left."

"Li Chunfeng confused the barbarians, and most of them were mobs under his command, which was vulnerable. 170,000 to 80,000 yuan, which was a one-time transaction. The Tocharians stretched west of the Pingling Mountains, and the Hu tribes here, let alone the Turks, even the Persians, were mostly disliked. They were just a big sheep pen..."

"Duke, who would have thought that there could be a gold mine here? Besides, apart from the gold mine, the silver cave album only says that it can be seen with the naked eye, so I am afraid it will be less than 30,000 to 40,000 taels."

Hou Junji stood with his hands behind his back, walked to a round table, and then opened a booklet. This is a picture album, but the difference is that it is a gouache painting. In the mine cave, natural silver is like the fleshy growth on the human body, stretching and deep...

"I feel it's still a bit risky."

"If you want wealth and honor in danger, if the Duke feels it is too much, he will have a problem with going down."

"explain."

A few days later, Hou Qi arrived in Xinnan City, found Qu Tuquan, and said to Qu Tu Erlang: "You are the leader in the city. I hope you can achieve it, but I hope you can achieve it."

“…”

Qu Tuquan was confused. Others came to "make money" because the business was all at sea. Although they wanted to purchase sailboats, the profit was indeed high. My mother, why did you, one of you, who runs a "ball-holding" club, suddenly start a business on the Silk Road? If you say you mortgaged "Liuying", I will guarantee that you will be fine.

After thinking about it, Qu Tuquan said, "It's not something strict, but I want to discuss with my brothers..."

Then Qu Tuquan wrote a letter to Zhang De.

After receiving the letter, Lao Zhang twitched: "Damn it, lend it to the Bolu people, and then let the Bolu people go to war. After winning, he took a few pieces of land to pay the bill. Why do he look so familiar?"
Chapter completed!