Mr. Zhao was stupid.

He was very resistant to such a god-like matter from the bottom of his heart, but when the two returned to Ice City, they saw Lin Feng’s five ghosts transporting, and gave birth to these wine bottles all over the ground. Mr. Zhao immediately changed his attitude and smiled happily.

He picked up a bottle of wine, opened it open it with his nose.

Smelling the smell of wine inside, Mr. Zhao smiled even more cheerful.

"Brother Lin, no, Master Lin Wu, you are really my God of Wealth! You are really my God of Wealth!

Don't worry, this business, I, Mr. Zhao, will advance your payment first.

If you make a profit, you will be yours. If you lose, then it will be mine!”

Zhao Jiao said with a rosy face, and Lin Feng also smiled when he looked at Zhao Jiao's happy appearance.

It seems that the business of selling alcohol to the Russian country makes a lot of money.

But he doesn't care.

He only cares about other things.

He held a glass bottle in his hand and shone in the sun for a while and said, "Since Mr. Zhao is so sincere, I won't stop Mr. Zhao from showing it.

Okay, then just say a word, I will bring all the wine and Mr. Zhao remember to take it back.

By the way, I have another thing, I need your help from Mr. Zhao.

I think Mr. Zhao will never reject me, right!"

Mr. Zhao agreed with great promise. Seeing this considerable profit, he agreed to the God of Wealth.

Even if he asked him to find ten more barrels of yellow gunpowder, he would not say anything.

But when he heard what the God of Wealth came over and said, even Zhao Jiao was prepared, he was shocked!

He turned to look at the brave Mr. Lin Wu, licked his lips and said, "Mr. Wu, this is too risky.

This was known by the Lord of Buddha, and that was a serious crime of beheading the head and raiding the house."

"The serious crime of beheading the head and raiding the house?

But why do I listen? Someone can make money by using this transaction?

There are people doing beheading business, but no one is asking about losing money.

Mr. Zhao, it’s not a big problem to tie the bridge and line. What I want is not a precious thing.

The ghost market has been open for so many years, and I don’t care about the case documents anymore, do you think so?"

Lin Feng was drinking tea with a tea bowl, looking calm.

His eyes fell on these wine bottles.

Zhao Jiao also followed his eyes and fell on the wine bottles on the ground.

Seeing so much "money", Zhao Jiao swallowed.

"become!"

He said as if he had made a fuss, "Then I will set up a bridge for you."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng nodded with satisfaction and asked Mr. Zhao to leave. Lin Feng asked Zhu Kaishan to find a few people who understand Maoziwen.

If you really can't find it, then pay for a foreign company and call someone.

As long as the money is in place, a few people who know how to write will be invited soon.

He found several people and cross-translation.

Thinking of the fact that there were a lot of such documents, Lin Feng felt that he was still in the mansion and would be better off having a few translations!

...

Capital.

Prince Gong’s Mansion.

This luxurious house was the residence of Heshen, the favorite minister of Qianlong, a hundred years ago. At this moment, its owner was replaced by a court master who was not inferior to He.

Prince Qing!

Prince Qing's hair was black and his energy was so good that he was so energetic that he was beloved family bird in the cage next to him. He happily drank the big bowl of tea in his hand and added two spoons of honey to it.

The elder, he is so sweet that he loves to life.

When I was young, my family was too poor. The old man ate little honey and couldn't bear to put it in the tea.

The nobles' children are so sad that they are so down and out.

When I was young, I sold paintings.

Later, he became rich, and Prince Qing was still the same Prince Qing, and he had not changed at all.

Many of the problems left by young people are still on their bodies.

One of them runs through his life.

Love money as life!

He has been in a good mood these days.

Lord Rong, the imperial court, was ill for a long time and wanted to step down as a military officer.

It is said that Lafayette is about to be accurate.

Lord Rong retreated, and he was the one who took over the military aircraft.

The old man is not happy about his promotion, he is happy about his about to make a fortune!

He became a military aircraft, Lord Rong left, and there was no one in the court.

He said one, no one dared to say two!

At that time, he will be even more skillful when he sells official positions and titles!

When the old man thought of this, he couldn't help laughing. His happiness was so simple.

Counting the money every day until your hands cramps are the greatest happiness for the elders!

When he was in a good mood, he picked up the note he had at hand to review.

These notes were sent to Richangsheng to buy official notes.

For others, if you have a net worth of billions, you naturally don’t look down on hundreds of taels or thousands of taels of silver, or some trivial matters, others will do it for you.

The elders are different.

The old man is very particular about money, and he is extremely obsessed with it.

Not to mention one thousand taels of silver, even one hundred taels of silver, he has to hand it over and see the quality!

Holding a Pike pen given by a foreigner, he drew circles one by one, and when he arrived at Lin Feng, he was in trouble.

The old man looked at the fifty thousand taels of silver, and settled the pounds, and covered his pen.

"What a great kid, he still has pounds in his hand.

But this money is not in line with the rules!”

The old man picked up a candied fruit, stuffed it into his mouth, and took another sip of honey tea after a while.

"Fifty thousand taels of silver, this is the surplus place in the south, the price of the Three Constitutions.

A fourth-grade Dusi is only worth 20,000 to 30,000 taels of silver.

I want to buy a fourth-grade Dusi for 50,000 silver. Wouldn't this mean that I want to return 20,000?"

The old man was frowning.

In other words, there is no one here, otherwise, everyone would have to praise the boss!

Look, look!

What is a pattern?

This is the pattern!

Our Prince Qing always sells official positions and titles, and always marks the price clearly, and is always a good person!

As long as you pay, you will be his customers. When facing customers, he will neither be short of weight nor bully others.

In his business, what he sells is fair!

After careful consideration, the old man was reluctant to give away the 20,000 taels of silver from his pocket, so he had to find another way.

"Get rich!"

The old man shouted, and the tone of his voice was not over yet, and a handsome servant walked in from the door.

"Prince!"

The servant said with a pleasing look on his face. The old man held the note in his hand and said after a while: "I remember the military officer outside the pass, have he missing some official position recently?

You go check it out for us, your master wants to use it."
To be continued...