There was heavy fog in the mountains, and two merchants entered the manor by mistake.
Zhao Lang saw that they were empty-handed, but paid special attention to the manor's roads, city defenses and villagers, and he suddenly made a judgment in his heart.
These two people are by no means ordinary businessmen.
One opens his mouth and talks about counties, money, food, and people's livelihood, while the other can find flaws by just looking at the array.
Zhao Lang became more and more satisfied as he watched.
I have been systematically signing in for eighteen years, and I have salt, steel, cement, paper and high-yielding grains in my hands, but I still lack the talents who can truly govern the world and lead the army.
These two men arrived just in time.
Therefore, Zhao Lang first used hot pot and fried tea to get closer, then used Quyuanli, sweet potatoes and potatoes to show his strength, and finally took advantage of the drunkenness to solemnly send out an invitation.
"Old Zhao, Old Wang, put down your dormancy and join me in conspiring for the world!"
Wang Jian almost drew his sword.
Ying Zheng did not get angry immediately.
Because this young man not only dared to discuss the rise and fall of the Qin Dynasty, he could also accurately tell the hidden dangers of the imperial court, and even saw through the poisonous elixir at a glance.
When the sparrow fell under the elixir, Ying Zheng finally understood that Zhao Lang was not talking nonsense.
But what concerned him more was that there were well-fed people in Yongcheng, solid roads, workshops running day and night, and a group of people who were willing to work hard for Zhao Lang.
Zhao Lang wanted to conquer the First Emperor.
The First Emperor was also observing Zhao Lang.
Will this seemingly absurd encounter give Da Qin a peerless pillar, or will it give birth to a world-beating rival in advance?
