When Zhao Shizhen walked into the mansion of Spanish merchants in Changsheng County with arrogant steps, the young Fugeer was wearing a finely crafted Ming-style gown to teach his nephew how to be a noble figure.

It seemed to be to make it easier to deal with the Ming Dynasty people, a square patch was hung on the front and back of his green long gown. On it was a huge "Fu" character woven by a meticulous weaver in Mexico City for him with black thread. The handwriting made Zhao Shizhen very familiar.

Zhao Shizhen didn't even have to tell the difference. The word "Fu" on Fu Ge'er's clothes was his handwriting, and it felt like he cut it out from the document he wrote to him and enlarged it.

He pointed at Brother Fu with a smile and said, "You are still wearing it. It's so festive. Seeing you is like the New Year."

As the only Spanish businessman who freely entered and exited the border with Zhao Shizhen's personal pass stamp, Fuge'er bought a second-entry courtyard at the corner of the Chenghuang Temple in Changsheng County.

However, because he has not obtained the power to open a shop in Changsheng, he has neither shop nor warehouse, and a group of more than ten people live in this place, which makes the yard seem a bit crowded.

The furnishings in the house were brought by Fu Geer from Mexico, including oriental tapestries, Spanish plate armor, and portraits of family ancestors. The house was messy. The young maid was busy cleaning up, but when she saw the guests, she hurriedly retreated aside.

"Mr. Zhao is here!" Brother Fu'er didn't know where he learned Chinese, and he felt a sense of Luzon. He smiled and asked Zhao Shizhen to sit down. He did not forget to ask his servant to go to Qingliangju to buy tea, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao must have good news to tell me when he is here, right?"

Zhao Shizhen was about to speak when he suddenly heard an abnormal sound in the inner room. Brother Fu replied with a sorry smile and turned into the room. Not long after, Zhao Shizhen heard Brother Fu say, "Karlin, uncle has told you many times. After blowing his nose, don't open the handkerchief to check, it seems that they are pearls and gems that fell from your head!"

"Uncle is meeting a very important guest. Don't speak out for the time being, don't go anywhere here, okay?"

Not long after, Brother Fu walked out of the inner room again. Zhao Shizhen found that although his long gown was the same as the usual Mingguo clothes, the mid laner inside was specially made, with a piece of sleeves growing, so he asked him to put his hands in front of him and just cover his hands when he walked.

Thinking back to the way Brother Fu said to the servant, Zhao Shizhen couldn't help but think, was this sleeve designed to show that he could always use other people's hands?

"Sorry, Lord Zhao, my nephew is still young, and he doesn't know how to be a decent nobleman."

Listening to the strong accent, Zhao Shizhen finally couldn't help asking: "Brother Fu, who did you learn Chinese from? Forget it, tell me about your family."

Brother Fu smiled and said, "If the adults don't plan to use General Chen to mock me, of course I am willing to introduce my family to the adults."

"Do you know that thing too?" Zhao Shizhen was a little embarrassed and said with a pursed lips: "It seems that this matter has spread in Mexico. That's the person who asked for trouble. I won't squeeze you. Tell me, I want to know."

The incident they mentioned happened after the Battle of the Canyon. There was a baron among the captured Spanish knights. He was dissatisfied with the treatment of the prisoners in Ming Dynasty. He complained to his fellow prisoners in Spanish, thinking that he should at least live in the castle instead of living with the Indians. As a result, Zhao Shizhen heard it and was scolded to be honest.

Zhao Shizhen said: Seeing that the flag army escorted you, they all have land; seeing that the horse riding in front of him, he used to be a hereditary family in the Ming Dynasty. From childhood to large, they lived in the castle, and the ground was full of entourages with his fiefdoms. Everyone was the same. They gave up their life in the castle, and gave up their fiefdoms and entourages, and crossed the ocean to fight this battle.

If you are still alive, it is enough to burn the incense. If you complain about any of them, no one cares about the little ransom for your life.

In fact, Zhao Shizhen only told some of the truth. If the ransom was paid to the flag army, the death rate of the Western cavalry on the battlefield was at least 50%.

"The Fuger family was the richest family in Europe twenty years ago, but our family has not had a long history. Speaking of Fuger, we need to start with Augsburg more than two hundred years ago. At that time, the prosperous trade center slowly recovered after a terrible plague."

"The large number of immigrants poured in from all directions, bringing new vitality to the town. My ancestor Hans was one of them. He came from a village called Graben and was the son of a farmer."

"At that time, Graben was a small place, and people who were not familiar with the road could not find even if they had a map."

"It is not easy to make a living from a small village to Augsburg. He was there to be a weaver. Although my ancestors were farmers, he had extraordinary hard work, frugality, dexterity and decisiveness."

When he said this, every time a word popped up in Fu Ge'er's mouth, his hand waved and Zhao Shizhen listened in a slant, trying to get the information he wanted from it.

Suddenly he saw Brother Fu smiled at him and said, "Otherwise, how could the weaver marry his daughter? There is also a weaving workshop. My family started with this workshop."

"He woven more and more cloth, and finally he had to push a cart to sell the cloth to Nuremberg and Munich. Later, his two sons also sent them to Venice, the best commercial city to be apprentices and learn how to do business."

"When Hans died, there were already three houses in the city and his ancestors left the land in Graben. The two sons took over the business well, one in charge of production and the other in charge of sales. They were not harmonious, but they still cooperated for a while and did a great job."

"At that time, not only sold cloth, but also spices, copper, silver, silk and cotton. However, the silk was not woven, Ottoman, Ottoman silk, sometimes it was more like a tapestry, with wool, silver, gold, and it was very beautiful and valuable."

"They separated later."

Zhao Shizhen held his head and raised his eyebrows, and finally waited for a word that was not a messy place name but could get in his mouth: "Brothers split up?"

"The Rich tribe took risks and speculation, just like me now, so they quickly lost capital; the Riley tribe avoided doing business that was too risky, and when the leader Jacob died a hundred years ago, he had become the seventh richest family in Augsburg."

"Aren't you the richest man in Europe in the Fuger family?"

Zhao Shizhen frowned. After listening for a hundred years, he went from a small village to Augsburg. In the end, two generations were gone, and he was still in Augsburg, and he was the seventh... What's the difference between this and you tell me that two generations of your family have been together for a month in Hong Kong Chenbancheng?

"Don't worry, the third generation named Jacob. He did three things to change the fate of our family. He established the Fuger Federation to avoid the loss of property between the family; established banks dedicated to churches and Rome in various places, and borrowed funds from the great nobles to obtain mineral mortgages; finally..."

When Fu Ge'er talked about this, he showed extraordinary fanaticism on his face, raised his fingers and looked at Zhao Shizhen with a bright look: "He bought the throne of Caesar in Holy Rome, Maximilian I and Charles V, twice!"
Chapter completed!