Song DynastyFinanceStruggle of Wisdom
In the middle and late days of the Northern Song Dynasty, the world was short of money, and the trade routes across the world were gradually becoming deadlocked.
After waking up from time travel, he opened his eyes and became an inconspicuous little Taoist priest in a Taoist temple.
He didn't have a stone of food in his hand, and he didn't have a pound of money in the temple, but in front of him was an old bank that had been established for decades.
Everyone thought he was faking it.
Only he himself knows that what he calculates is not fate, but accounts.
The moon was as red as blood, the fish in the river turned white, and everyone in the county knelt.
But the miracles are fake, the money is real.
Stock up on copper first, then collect the tickets, and then release the discount——
He wants all the county's money to pass through his door.
But what is a county?
Others say he is a gambler. He said, if you lose, you lose. I dare to use God, but you don't.
The Taoist temple recorded the name, the banker paid the money, and the government could not find anything wrong.
Merchants come into the business, customers come from the city, and in the end all trade routes have to go through his account.
The moon is as red as blood and is a platform.
Finance is about face, gods and ghosts are about face.
What he wants to do is never to defraud a county.
He wants all the money in the world to change their surnames.
Raising accounts can cut off a county's money road, and ascending to the throne dares to take over business routes from all over the world.
Since troubled times are coming, let's use the names of gods and ghosts to make money
