Chapter 704 The boat is here!
"It's coming, it's really fast. The negotiations of Catherine and several city alliances came to an end. You can wait patiently for the last few days."
In order to soothe the biggest background and gold master in the windmill field, Alman can only stand up carefully to hand with Lufel to send a cup of black tea.
Staring Alman for a long time, he was a little hairy, and Lufir stared at him, sitting down, and picked up the black tea on the table like Nuonen's head and drank.
"It's almost almost, you always say that it's almost, do you know that I am using" Yilin "to protect you for you?"
"You have read the truth, and you also inspected the sugar workshop with your own eyes. Don't you believe it?" Alman collected the confidential documents on the table and returned to the public. Look.
Lufir picked up the teapot and poured himself a drink, or drank it: "If it wasn't for the face of Sister Catherine, it would not be good for me ... Hum!"
Don't look at Catherine always ate at Chiba Valley, it seems that there is no sense of presence.
But Catherine is a well -known figure in the El people in the windmill, especially in several cities.
She is the inventor of the stock exchange, and it is also a banker. The professional literacy is very thick. The specific reflection is that the judgment of the financial market of the empire is always correct.
Although it seems that this may be because she hires the astrological warlock to help her calculate, but even so, if she goes bankrupt to be a consultant, many oligopoly families are willing to hire heavy funds.
This time Catherine's financial offensive in the windmill field is naturally targeted, mainly to help the local Ali people expel the La Ya, otherwise if you have not chopped it, cut it on the windmill land, and the Laians picked up cheaply Just a joke.
Fortunately, these Laoya business aristocrats and oligarchs are honest enough. Catherine digs a pit. They really jump.
With the help of the El people in the windmill, Catherine has already manipulated the overall public opinion of the windmill field to change towards the price of white sugar.
Previously, the price of the spices that "Yilin" itself was the same place. It was the same place. How can the spices change sugar without changing sugar? It must have received the speculative pound.
There are also reasons for Lufir to sing against the oligarchs.
On the one hand, do not hurt innocence. There are "Yilin" and tabloids. Ordinary citizens feel that the water depth will not dare to blend, but if it is not greedy, don't blame Catherine leek knife.
On the other hand, Catherine is going to cast a golden body for a good sister, and play the status of the first newspaper of the "Yilin" windmill. It will be used in the future.
Before that, Lufir was quite sinking, but today I didn't know why, and suddenly the anger rushed to the door.
"What's wrong with you today?" Looking back at the calendar on the wall, Almen asked tentatively, "You ... then?"
"Well!" Lufir hammered Alman's shoulder like a lightning, "Say this to the lady? Are you polite?"
Having covered his shoulders, Alman walked around Lufir: "What did you do? Maybe you said to me, can I help you?"
"My" Yilin "may be suspended several issues ..."
"Why?"
Lufir's voice squeezed out a little bit from his nose: "I heard your ghost words before, and always advocated that white sugar price reduced the price, and my readers started to blank sugar.
However, the oligopoly and nobles of the windmills were intentionally hoarding. Many citizens had a serious loss. In the end, they had to lose money to sell the borrowed sugar, and even some people even went to the way.
Those oligopoly families, especially those walking dogs in the Royal royal family, deliberately citizens who made a gap in white sugar and bankrupt, burned my printed house yesterday, and then ran to the guard office. I am not inside and out of now. People. "
"How do you know that they are”? "Al Mans frowned, turning the next" Must -Master Manual "from the bookshelf (actually the aristocratic and oligarchy), picked up the pen.
Lufir stared at him badly: "Because this morning, several editors and contributors of my men did not come.
When I asked, they knew that they all went to the newly built "Mast" newspaper newspaper. The boss of the newspaper was inquiring about the oligarchs of the damn accumulation of sugar.
The two of us can not write Yilin, worship you, and I have to pay the advertising fees and liquidated damages of the ship owners. "
First of all, Almands took a moment, and handed the "Merchant Mandarin Manual" and feather pen to Lufel: "Who is targeting you, circled it, I sent it to Katherine."
Looking at Lufir's blank eyes, the young Richeli Risan shouted again: "Rest assured, you are our person, you will not be wronged."
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"Is the" Yilin "newspaper closed?" Van Meal asked to his brother Walf Hart.
Wolf Hart smiled: "Rest assured, the matter was properly done. This morning she went to the court to sign for a forgive book and put those arsonists. The" Yilin "newspaper was closed for a week. "
"Little girl, I still want to fight with our Bastian family. We lived here before the nine generations. She is a Kaeheba, and we will come to our dam city." , Fanmeier took a sip of inferior wine in the golden jug.
The Bastian family was originally a knight in the outskirts of the dam, but since the entry of the cheap grain of the flesh and blood king, their manor has quickly bankruptcy.
Fanmeier's grandfather was lucky and made a fortune by speculative silk and spices, but in the generation of Vanmeier's father, he lost a bottom of the previous gold -plated speculative disaster.
In the generation of Fanmeier brothers, although there are noble names, there is no other thing except a few silk clothes, ancestors, and a small pharmacist shop.
These things are given to other homes. Naturally, it is uncomfortable for a lifetime, but for the Both of the Fanmel brothers, the manor would have gone bankruptcy only the name. If the name was lost, what nobleman?
But in order to make a living, Vanmel still had to make the black gloves of his most disdainful Shang Jiahao, and helped him debt those aristocratic debt people. In recent years, he has saved a lot of savings.
This time, Vanmeier decided to shuttle and make all the savings polysaccharides.
This is what the businessmen on the top of the businessmen have assured him that sugar will never be reduced.
In this regard, Vanmeier is extremely convinced. These businessmen have the purchase channels of the white sugar workshop. The sugar raw material market has not changed. It is impossible to have so many sugar.
So he has been unable to understand the motivation of Lufel, a little girl, to blow sugar to increase production. What do you think?
"Brother, what should we do next?"
"After making her newspaper, Stom Wende's family will give us the contract of futures. You can optimize the newspaper. As long as you don't go out, our Bastian's family can get on the table again." Vanmeier rubbed red Hand. "Okay." Walf Hart left his small horse, but Vanmeier continued to wait for the canal pier.
At this time, there were almost thousands of people around the docks. They all stretched their necks like Wangfu Shi and looked at the end of the canal.
These people are the speculators of this white sugar war, which are both do and short.
Fanmeier found a flower bed and sat down, but his eyes did not leave the river.
He had to be kept on the last day of the Na'an River Navigation. If you don't come today, wait for the winter dry season, even if you want to luck.
From noon to the evening, whenever there is a boat, the crowd sitting on the ground will rise up.
After discovering that it is not a sugar ship, it will be scattered by birds and beasts.
The sun gradually sinks, and there are fewer and fewer ships on the river, and there are no big ships.
In the warm sun in winter, Vanmeier, who saw this scene, hummed small songs, looking at the inland terminal more and more desperate to shortly short -term speculators, with a proud smile on his face.
He can even take out the cheese from his arms: "After eating sauerkraut wrap the cheese, the emperor Lao Tzu is not as good as me."
The red light of the setting sun is on the sparkling river, and it is mapped in everyone's pupils like blood.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
Many speculators and citizens have become unstable, and even some pessimists have begun to scold that Lufir is "the sun on the beach". Even the most optimistic optimisties can't see half a smile.
The red day fell into the water one by one, and the people's hearts fell in the same way.
When the popular day touched the water, the crowd was rippling like water waves, and it gradually began to dissipate.
When the people were waiting to be dispersed, the sound of the horseshoe sounded with the sound of the broken sound: "The boat is here, the sugar ship is here."
"Robbin." When he heard the shout, Vanmeier, who was lying down at first, jumped up in place, and shouted in the direction of the voices. "I'm waiting for a day in the canal. "
But when he saw the shouting person, he stunned: "Wolf Hart? Your kid won't look at the newspaper, what dreams do you run here?"
"I didn't say a dream, brother." Harrazi flowed down when Wolf Hart was anxious, "The sugar shipping boat came to the sea, they didn't walk from the Na'an River."
"What?!"
Crossing his own dwarf, Van Mel and his brother panting from the inland canal to the sea transport pier from the other side.
At this time, the dock was crowded with the festival celebrations. They cried and laughed, and some even hugged the streets and hit their heads.
Seeing this scene, Vanmeier's heart sinks infinitely.
He rushed to the pier and pulled away the crowd. The moment Vanmeier saw the sea surface, he felt that his throat seemed to be tied by the invisible chain, making him breathless.
The eight merchant ships from Flat stopped at the dock and swept it over at a glance. Fanmeier instantly calculated the ships from the hull and calculated about 40,000 to 50,000 yuan.
A box in the cabin is full of silver moonlight -like fine sand and moisture sugar blocks. The tax officials at the dock are running like flying, and their fingers are cramps.
"Slas." Seeing a familiar pier official, Vanmeier rushed up like a life -saving straw. "How many sugar here is here? Is this white sugar?"
"Are you blind?" The little official gave him a white glance, "48,000 yuan on the boat is loading and unloading.
Pushing Vanmeer like a wild dog on the roadside, the small official ran forward, but Vanmeier stood in place.
Wolf Hart carefully stepped forward, rubbing Fanmeier's shoulder: "Brother ..."
As soon as his words fell, Vanmeier rushed out. He bent over and slid through the armpit of the guards, kneeling in front of a wooden box, and screamed madly: "Impossible, impossible, the Black Snake Bay year for a year There is no 40,000 bare output, it is impossible! "
He rolled the wooden box with one foot. He pry open the lid of the nailed box with his hand, and then slammed his hands into the gravel -like sugar.
Unfortunately, his hands touched the stones he imagined in the end, and in the cold eyes of the guards and other ship owners, he grabbed sugar out of the ground.
However, a whole box of white sugar is all full amount of white sugar with true value, and its quality is much better than the white sugar in the red leaf hypothalamic sugar workshop.
"Citizen, let me remind you that this box of sugar is almost 10 burdens (1120 pounds)." A ship owner with a strong flange accent walked in front of him slowly, "You have to pay, um, I can figure it out, 150 gold, 150 gold Pound. "
Fanmeier, who was originally kneeling on the ground, trembled. He slowly looked up, his eyes were all blood, and his voice trembled with a trace of crying: "How much? How much do you say!"
Fanmeier rushed on the owner of the ship and grabbed his collar: "Why is there only such a little bit, why only ... oh ..."
Covering his belly slowly, the ship owner abandoned the handkerchief and wiped his fist: "Are you the devil attached? You are not happy if you lose less?"
Fanmeier couldn't hear the vendor's words, and he had been speculators for many years. In an instant, the unit price of these white sugar per pound was about 16 taonal.
16 Danar! 16 Danar! At present, the unit price of sugar in the dam city is 30 tabar!
He had previously borrowed 50 sugar sugar, and the buyer sold 1,400 gold pounds. Today, if the buyer wants to pay him back to him 50 lidas, it only needs to repurchase the white sugar of 746 gold pounds.
"Cough, Kekeke," Fanmeier coughed violently.
His brother quickly stepped forward and held his brother's arm, but when Vanmer looked up, the bitterness on his face shocked and turned into a smile.
"Brother, you ..."
"Well--" Fanmeier clapped his hand, "I posted it! I posted it! I made 653 gold pounds, I posted it, hahahaha!"
(End of this chapter)