Daming Short Selling Guide

In the late Hongwu period, the treasure banknotes were so abundant that they rotted into waste paper. The national treasury was at its bottom, and a cartload of banknotes could not be exchanged for a bucket of rice. Zhu Yuanzhang could chop off the heads of corrupt officials, but he could not restore the market's trust in the court. Chu Zheng traveled through time and became the son of the richest businessman in the south of the Yangtze River. When he woke up, he saw his father marching into Jinling carrying hundreds of carts of raw silk and stamping hard on the hole where the treasure banknotes collapsed. The Chu family is only one imperial edict away from the nine clans' Xiaoxiaole. There is no way to retreat - then let these corrupt officials and salt merchants who have been playing the old tricks for decades see what dimensionality reduction strikes mean. Xu Huaien stared at Yanyin's account book, sweating like raindrops: "Why did we lose half of our money overnight - where did the Chu family get so much fresh salt!" Chu Zheng crossed his legs and didn't even raise his eyelids: "Short selling, do you understand? Come here and take over his shop."