Chapter 379: Withdrawing Troops

Qin Zhangfeng and Pei Yanran came over quickly.

Over these past few days, because of the "traitor" affair, things had been in an uproar, and the matter of proposing marriage to the Pei Family had been temporarily shelved. This made the couple feel very awkward...

Every day they were at the Shu Wang Mansion, listening to the young master and Shen Manqing engaged in their passionate trysts...

Yet the two of them could only stop at affection and observe the rites...

How agonizing was this?

In such matters, even a domineering talented woman like Pei Yanran dared not cross the line.

"Young master?"

Liu Zheng did not look at Qin Zhangfeng at all, but looked at Pei Yanran with excitement: "Sister-in-law, I am very curious, how is this distinction between good and evil at Wangbei Academy determined?"

Pei Yanran was startled by Liu Zheng's excited appearance.

Hearing this, she smiled and said: "Young master, the Academy has its own Method of determination..."

Liu Zheng could not help but interrupt her, saying: "Is there a person, or even a department, specifically responsible for recording it?"

Pei Yanran was shocked: "How did the young master know?"

That was it!

Liu Zheng slapped his thigh and could not help but laugh out loud.

He was becoming more and more interested in this Wangbei Academy! Just now, when the three words "database" popped into his mind, he had thought of Wangbei Academy.

Why?

If Wangbei Academy was as Pei Yanran described, with the mountaintop being a large chessboard...

Then how the pieces on this board changed, and how good and evil were determined, corresponded to a Wangbei observer. Then, how was the good and evil of each piece determined, whether it was a living piece or a dead piece?

There must be an extremely massive database in existence!

And...

It was very likely that this database was not limited to the interior of Wangbei Academy, but encompassed the entire Longyan Dynasty!

Taking the world as the chessboard!

Taking the people of the world as the pieces!

Taking the starry sky as the background!

Taking numbers as the assessment!

Incredible!

This Wangbei Academy was definitely not just an ordinary academy! It was full of talent! How could Liu Zheng not be excited in his heart? What he craved were the talents of this Wangbei Academy!

Even...

He had a premonition.

This Wangbei Academy, this kind of reclusive existence, might even have aspects in technology that would surprise him!

Pei Yanran continued: "In the Academy, the Fourth Senior Brother is the one responsible for determining good and evil in this generation. In the Academy, he is known as 'Expounder of the World'; the Fourth Senior Brother is a genius at Mathematics..."

Hearing this, Liu Zheng could no longer hold back and laughed heartily: "Sister-in-law, it seems this trip to the Academy to propose marriage is something I, Liu Zheng, must make!"

"Ah?"

Pei Yanran's face flushed red; how did it jump directly to this topic?

Liu Zheng smiled: "Brother Changfeng, if the Pei Family has no objections, then just prepare to go to Wangbei Academy to propose!"

Qin Zhangfeng was stunned: "But young master, the situation outside..."

At this moment, the people causing trouble outside were still making a clamor.

Liu Zheng smiled confidently: "Tomorrow, the siege can be resolved. Go and prepare."

Yintan City.

As time progressed.

The capital game between those buying short and those buying long had reached a white-hot state.

By this moment.

Qingyang Shuo and Zheng Yue Ru, on the contrary, were no longer in a hurry.

The payment crisis could be considered over. At this point, it depended on which of the several competing funds would win or lose.

Day and night, Yintan City was brightly lit.

Cart after cart of real gold and silver were pitted against each other.

The retail investors who had participated in the whole thing had found their hearts unable to take it over the past two or three days.

Crazy rises, crazy falls.

Once a convoy of real gold and silver was brought in, the Yinzhou Coin would enter a mode of fierce growth. And once a cartload of real gold and silver was paid out to someone else, it would begin to plummet.

How many people.

In these two days, had lost their entire fortunes.

But how many others.

In these two days, had become suddenly wealthy.

Madness.

No one could stop.

Qingyang Shuo sighed: "The young master's Yinzhou Coin has overturned everyone's concept of money."

Those nearby heard this and nodded one after another.

Because it was truly too terrifying!

These people were like they had been injected with stimulants!

Hu Xi'er asked curiously, "Dad, isn't this a good thing? If the Yinzhou Coin rises sharply, then we won't be short of gold!"

Qingyang Shuo gave a dry laugh, filled with worry: "I fear that this game is too big to control... In the end, Yintan City will find itself in the middle of a massive whirlpool..."

Once these words were spoken, many people's hearts sank.

Zheng Yue Ru actually thought the same.

She herself was a business genius.

Under Liu Zheng's careful training, she grew extremely fast.

The Yinzhou Coin...

Its current madness meant instability behind the scenes!

This ensuing hostility, this ensuing instability, this ensuing anger, this ensuing risk—how could one control it?

How could one balance it?

How could one avoid it?

Within this, there was too much worth studying.

At the very least.

Including Qingyang Shuo and Zheng Yue Ru, neither had a Method at this moment. They could only watch helplessly as the "market" before them was left to develop freely and go freely mad.

Almost powerless.

They could only keep pouring in money, striving to keep the Yinzhou Coin from collapsing.

But what about next?

If they encountered another crisis like this, what then? In their hearts, they had no idea at all.

"It all depends on tomorrow..."

Qingyang Shuo suddenly gave a dry laugh: "If things over in Jiangzhou really proceed according to the treaty, I fear our Yintan City will face a true crisis!"

Several people felt a sudden jolt in their hearts.

The next day.

It was also the third day after the treaty was finalized.

On this day.

The whole country watched.

Fifty thousand gold had already been delivered yesterday, and the two hundred thousand captives were already on the road being relocated to Yong'an.

Today.

The Southern Barbarian army, which had occupied and slaughtered in Jiangzhou for over two months, was finally leaving.

But... in the eyes of many, they were leaving with the posture of victors.

The vast Longyan!

A supreme humiliation!

On this day, whether in Jinghua or other places, many loyalists wept bitterly, and some even planned to jump into the river to mourn this great shame of Longyan!

This day.

The national public opinion was filled with overwhelming sorrow, curses, and denunciations.

However...

This did not affect the progression of the situation.

"Hahahaha, are we leaving today?"

Luo Huo, rarely, had not drunk alcohol last night, so early in the morning he was full of energy, smacking his lips and laughing: "Come to think of it, I'm actually a bit reluctant! This Jiangzhou is just great!"

The crowd roared with laughter.

Someone said: "I think the Great King is reluctant to leave the beauties of Jiangzhou? Don't worry, Great King, among these one hundred thousand slaves, there are still quite a few beauties!"

Luo Huo said happily: "You understand me best!"

"Go! Head back home!"

"Head back home!"

The Southern Barbarian army, still numbering one hundred and fifty thousand, heard they were going home and were all high-spirited, with howls rising one after another.

One hundred and fifty thousand troops.

Escorting one hundred thousand slaves.

Several days ago, Luo Huo and the others had conducted a long discussion regarding the formation.

To prevent the one hundred thousand slaves from escaping, they still had to rack their brains a bit.

Finally.

Under the suggestion of Murong Che, Luo Huo made the final decision: fifty thousand troops would set out first, the one hundred thousand slaves would follow behind them, and the final one hundred thousand would bring up the rear.

This was also a relatively standard marching formation.

Jia Shu, at this time, also came to see them off; once this Southern Barbarian army left, he would be responsible for receiving those in Jiangzhou.

"Great King, until we meet again!"

Jia Shu cupped his hands and shouted.

Luo Huo, already on horseback, laughed loudly: "Official Jia, the next time this King comes, one hundred thousand slaves will not be enough to satisfy me!"

The crowd laughed arrogantly.

Jia Shu smiled faintly and exchanged a glance with Murong Che, who was beside Luo Huo.

And then...

Looking down from a high vantage point at the continuous army of the Southern Barbarians...

Next time?

Do you think you still have a chance to set foot in Longyan again?