Chapter 649: The Land of Gold

Yintan City has begun working overtime.

It's poor!

It's short on money!

Although the plan for the Liaodong Economic Special Zone was released, and Xie Tianyao's iron-fisted support caused the Yinzhou Coin to surge,

according to big data calculations...

it is impossible for them to sell off too many Yinzhou Coins, as that would certainly affect the price of the Yinzhou Coin and easily trigger a redemption crisis, causing the entire Liangzhou economy to suffer along with it.

Zheng Yueru has been very worried lately.

Every day when she wakes up, all she can think about is how to scrape together the twenty horse carriages of gold and silver for today, and then how to transport them to the Prince?

Liu Zheng's order is exactly that.

At least twenty horse carriages of gold and silver per day, transported directly to Jinghua, and once all the money is gathered together, he will haul it to Liaodong.

Twenty carriages.

It is estimated to be about one million taels of silver.

Fortunately, the branches of the Liangzhou Chamber of Commerce all over the country are scraping together money.

This has given Zheng Yueru a moment to breathe.

But...

Even so.

Here in Yintan City, the Industrial Corridor that must be managed is also a massive project, and the Grand Canal is still being continuously excavated. Now, a Liaodong Economic Special Zone has come along as well.

Spending money without blinking an eye!

In her mind, besides thinking about how to scrape together money, she is thinking about how to curse Liu Zheng!

"Young Lady, will you not rest a while longer?"

Seeing Zheng Yueru climb out of bed at the crack of dawn with dark circles under her eyes, the maid felt a pang of pity and asked in a low voice.

Zheng Yueru rubbed her temples and muttered, "What rest? The funds from Loulan should be arriving today, right? If I don't go and keep an eye on it myself, I won't be at ease."

The maid hurriedly helped her dress.

"Young Lady, today not only is the payment from Loulan returning, but the line that was previously severed due to the death of Lord Mire has also been re-established. It is expected to return funds in half a month."

The maid said.

Zheng Yueru finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Is that so? Then it will be much easier."

She pondered for a moment: "Prepare the carriage, I am going to see the gentleman."

"Yes!"

Here.

One must mention Liu Zheng's operations in the Middle East.

After Mire died, it meant the Arab Empire's government-in-exile had perished. This triggered a chain reaction in the Central Asia region. Why? Because the Arab Empire was previously too strong; it ruled almost all of Central Asia. Later, after being replaced by the Ottoman Empire, those old loyalists who still respected the King were always ready to restore the nation.

Now.

The Arab Empire has been completely wiped out, and its final bloodline is gone.

So what will happen?

It hardly needs thinking; just like in times when various chaotic eras arrive, various "Princes" will be brought out by certain people with ulterior motives. Thus, various organizations and groups under the banner of "restoring the nation" have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. Of course, whether there is secret support from the Liangzhou side in this, no one knows.

In short.

Many.

Under that kind of doctrine and enthusiasm, these organizations, relying on the complex terrain of Central Asia, began to harass and launch various attacks against the powerful Ottoman Empire.

The Ottoman Empire has been very troubled lately.

Erdogan's main force had not even returned to Istanbul to claim credit before being pulled back.

Because the city he had just captured was snatched back by someone else!

"What is going on! Who can tell me what is going on!"

Erdogan had just fought his way back here.

And it was stolen again!

"Who? Which organization is it? I will annihilate them!"

"It seems to be called something like, Arab Saint Fighter!"

"Pfft... what kind of ghost name is that!"

"And that side?"

"Arab Guerrilla!"

"I..."

"Attack!"

"Prepare the grain and fodder, and fight back for me!"

"Yes!"

He naively thought that by wiping out this last hope of the Arabs, the entire East Asia region would be theirs! Then his army could march across flat ground to meet that Loulan country, and meet that Longyan Empire which claims to be the Celestial Empire.

However...

Only now does he realize that this moment is the beginning of his being overwhelmed.

Yintan City.

Qing Yangshuo sat quietly in front of the chessboard.

Seeing Zheng Yueru arrive in a rush, he gently waved his hand, signaling her not to speak.

The chessboard where he had been playing against himself finally came to an end.

Qing Yangshuo chuckled softly and took a light breath: "Yue Ru, recently you should focus your attention on the Arab side."

Zheng Yueru's delicate body trembled.

Qing Yangshuo continued with a smile: "Yue Ru, what do you think are the things that earn the most gold and silver for our Yintan City?"

Zheng Yueru's expression stalled.

In Yintan City, there were truly too many things that made money...

Hmm.

She admitted that almost all of them were exorbitant profits.

Qing Yangshuo waved his hand, and Zheng Yueru pushed his wheelchair out of the room.

This scene often appeared in Yintan City.

A glance across.

In Yintan City, workers were working overtime and shuttling back and forth. Compared to the lifelessness, numbness, and despair that shrouded these slaves when they were first bought, their faces now held much more hope and laughter. People had learned to help each other and greet one another.

Yinzhou had already begun building houses for these former slaves, along with many supporting schools, so they could work in Yintan City with peace of mind.

By today.

Basically, all slave statuses were also facing cancellation. This work would be completed in about a month.

At that time.

Within the borders of Liangzhou, the ancient rank of slave status would be completely bid farewell.

Everything.

Was slowly getting better.

Qing Yangshuo smiled faintly: "Have you figured it out?"

Zheng Yueru shook her head with a bitter smile.

Qing Yangshuo said: "The Young Master once mentioned a term in the field of commerce called 'fragility,' which is why he had Yintan City replace all containers for wine with glass bottles. Because glass is fragile."

Zheng Yueru's eyes lit up as she listened.

Qing Yangshuo continued: "Bottled wine is, first, high-priced because of branding and luxury; second, it is fragile, so the number of times a bottle can be reused is limited. Relatively speaking, the number of times people take a wine bottle to buy loose wine will decrease. You should also understand the price difference between bottled wine and loose wine."

Zheng Yueru nodded.

The profit difference between bottled wine and loose wine was not just generally large...

"Then you think..."

Qing Yangshuo smiled faintly: "In our Yintan City, what is the most fragile thing?"

Zheng Yueru finally trembled all over: "Weaponry and Equipment!"

What could be more expensive, have a larger consumption and trading volume, and bring in money faster than this single item?

Qing Yangshuo then laughed heartily: "Therefore, making war profits is our way out. Although I don't know why the Young Master calls the Arab side the land of gold, but... fragility is the truth."

He slowly looked toward the east.

"Go, leave the matters here to me for now. The accession of the Putu Kingdom and this batch of military supplies will be left to you. This batch of military supplies should be able to solve all our current problems, how about it?"

Qing Yangshuo smiled slightly: "The Young Master has already paved the way for you, so..."

"Still want to scold him?"

Zheng Yuru was instantly very embarrassed, her pretty face turning red.

But following that, she felt somewhat high-spirited and happy.

The Young Master, he was indeed still the Young Master!

He was still as meticulous and thorough as ever! Hmm, he didn't let her bear all of this alone!

"Sir, I will go prepare immediately!"

"Good!"

Qing Yangshuo laughed.

His gaze was cast toward the east once again.

His attractive eyes narrowed into a line.

This Young Master.

Longyan could no longer contain him.