The bankrupt young man Meng Xiao traveled through the second year of Zhenguan. Unsystematic, not a prince, I thought I could hug Li Er's lap and live a time-travel life filled with poetry, wine and flowers, but I was immediately numb when the truth was revealed: the emperor was so poor that he had three patches on his dragon robe, and the treasury was so empty that he could run a horse; outside there were hundreds of thousands of Turkic troops preparing to go south to celebrate the New Year; inside there were five surnames and seven hopes who were crazy about hoarding food and manipulating prices, and millions of people were struggling to survive on the line of food and clothing.
Faced with such an opening, Meng Xiao smiled: "Talk about morality to these ancient old wealthy people? That is an insult to modern leeks, and they are wielding a financial sickle!"
The first move: shorting grain prices and destroying the family! Is a wealthy family raising food prices to force the court to compromise? Meng Xiao launched "grain futures" backhand, and in conjunction with the false sell-off, grain prices directly crashed through the floor!
The second knife: Wool standard, trap the Turks! Are the Turkic cavalry coming menacingly? A piece of paper money locked up the economic lifeline of the grassland, allowing the Turkic nobles to sell iron to help the Tang Dynasty raise sheep. Tens of thousands of cavalrymen have already been bankrupted by modern debts and worked hard before they even saw Chang'an City!
The third sword: establish a bank, issue national bonds, build a stock market, promote the industrialization of assembly lines, wield the two sharp blades of finance and technology to the world, and build a super industrial empire spanning Asia and Europe during the Zhenguan years!
The aristocratic family cried and knelt down at the Zhuque Gate: "Please don't cut it! If we cut it again, even our ancestral graves will have to be mortgaged to the Central Bank of the Tang Dynasty!"
Tuli Khan hugged his head and cried: "Stop playing finance, please fight with me for real!"
Meng Xiao held the financial sickle in his hand and looked down at the world: "What's the rush? The leeks have just sprouted and the carnival has just begun!"
