Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 143 Hundred Gold
After Qin Shi Moyu sent Han Fei away, he slowly returned to the table and sat down. He raised his hand and rubbed his sore eyebrows, with a hint of fatigue between his brows.

As the first meeting after the conversation with Zi Lan Xuan, it was generally good. Both sides showed signs of getting closer, which was a good start.

"Refining the weapon is already exhausting enough, and I still have to spend time dealing with Han Fei. I don't even have time to catch my breath." Qin Shimoyu sighed, his eyes falling on the bamboo outside the window that was swaying slightly in the wind.

But if you think about it carefully, most of these things are his own fault, and he has no good person to blame if he wants to put the blame on others.

"Commander." Less than half a minute after resting, a familiar voice came.

Mo Jia walked in lightly, holding a few bamboo slips in his hands. He stood three steps away from him, his eyes showing some hesitation.

She could see Qin Shi Moyu's fatigue, but these were things Qin Shi Moyu had specifically instructed her to do, and they had to be reviewed by him personally.

Qin Shi Moyu glanced at her sideways, and when his eyes fell on the bamboo slips in her arms, he reacted and sighed: "What's the matter, tell me."

Mo Jiayi stepped forward and handed over the topmost scroll in his arms. "The wounded in the attack have been properly taken care of. After their military merits were verified, they were also distributed according to military regulations. Here are the specific casualty figures and the details of the rewards."

Qin Shi Moyu took the bamboo slips and casually spread them out, stroking the words on them with his fingertips, and silently memorized those boring numbers that had to be engraved in his heart.

Normally, he wouldn't need to review such matters, but in order to maintain his image as the "Commander-in-Chief", he had to have a general understanding of the overall situation.

If you happen to run into a wounded soldier one day and can casually tell him about his achievements, the effect will be a hundred times stronger than a cold reward.

After all, some things require "heartfelt attention". Even if the same treatment is given, the results will be completely different.

Keeping everything in mind, Qin Shi Mo Yu covered his forehead and signaled Mo Jiayi to continue.

The latter understood and handed over another scroll: "The Chamber of Commerce has been found to be stalking people at several locations in Korea. In addition, some previously negotiated deals have been canceled."

Qin Shi Moyu took it, glanced at it casually, and threw it on the table with a sneer. These things had been expected long ago and were not worth his extra thought at all.

How could a mere Night Emerald Tiger be qualified to engage in business warfare with him, a time traveler who lives in a modern city?

"Have you remembered those who canceled the transaction?" Qin Shi Moyu narrowed his eyes.

"I've got it all memorized." Mo Jiayi had been with Qin Shimoyu for so many years, so how could he not understand his habits? He took out the silk book he had prepared in advance and said, "There are seventeen companies whose names I can name. Only two of them are regular customers, and the rest are new customers who have just started working with us."

Qin Shi Moyu didn't even bother to look at them, and waved his hand: "We don't have much physical interest in Han, so just keep a close eye on it. The focus is still on Baiyue. As for these jumping clowns... just remember them, and swallow them all up later."

These people cannot see the situation clearly, or they do not understand business.

Why did only two of his regular customers turn against him? Because anyone with a clear mind knew that the Guiyi Chamber of Commerce's base was not in Korea at all.

Even if you demolish all the Chamber of Commerce strongholds in Han, what will happen? Will you not buy goods from Chu, Qi, and Qin?
Today's era is a pure seller's market, whoever has the goods has the final say!
For Han Mo, who controls the supply of goods, crushing these retail investors is just a matter of snapping his fingers.

It’s just that Qin Shi Moyu had always been cautious and never showed his fangs, but he wrote everything down in his little notebook!
When he concluded that the Mohists had entered Han.
"One last thing." Mo Jiayi handed over the remaining bamboo slips in his hand. "The ten thousand kilograms of refined salt have been processed. As you instructed, the proceeds have all been converted into gold, about a hundred gold."

"One hundred gold?" Qin Shimoyu estimated that according to the gold price of 1 gold for 30,000 on Zhan Kuang's side, the profit of this batch was about 3 million.

This is already very high. The average price of salt is as high as 300 yuan per catty, which is only 3 yuan at most in modern cities.

It's just that the industrial chain he laid out in the modern city has not yet been opened, otherwise, just for the salt, the profit margin from reselling it between the two sides would be a hundred times!
Of course, the Qin's World is different from the Qunxia World. After all, the Qunxia World was evolved from an online game. The gold content there can be considered pure gold even in modern times, but the gold content in the Qin's World is definitely insufficient.

But no matter how low it is, it will definitely be over one million.

Waving his hand to signal Mo Jiayi to retreat, he stood up and walked into the bedroom. Qin Shi Mo Yu casually transferred the hundred gold coins to the chat group. Picking up the phone, he leaned lazily on the couch and started chatting in the group.

【Qin Shi】: "The salt is sold out, and the proceeds are yours. You can collect it @战狂."
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A world of one person, at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

The morning mist hadn't yet dissipated, and the air carried a hint of the damp, cool scent of grass and trees. A red supercar was parked by the roadside, its body gleaming subtly in the mist.

Mo Yu had just gotten out of the passenger seat, his phone clutched in his hand, staring at the messages in the chat group for a long while.

Salt? What kind of salt?

He scratched his head and thought for a long time before he finally remembered.

Before the Luotian Grand Ceremony, the hero Mo Yu was robbed by the Haisha Gang's minions on the water. After he crossed over, it seemed that he did deliver a boatload of refined salt to Qin Shi.

He didn't take this matter to heart and had forgotten about it long ago, but he didn't expect that Qin Shi was still thinking about it.

Mo Yu weighed the package, and the hefty weight gave him an idea of ​​the amount. The guy had probably kept none of it and even paid out of his own pocket to make up the difference.

In the past, if he unexpectedly received a hundred gold coins, he would have jumped for joy, his face filled with excitement that he couldn't hide.

But now. Mo Yu curled his lips and muttered lazily: "It's just like that." I don't feel anything.

After all, his father-in-law, the president of Fenghui, had recently given him three hundred yuan as pocket money. He had always believed in just having enough money to spend, but his money values ​​had been shattered and he was already numb. He turned around and knocked on the car window.

Feng Shayan was sitting in the driver's seat watching a TV show in the car, and she looked unhappy when she was interrupted.

"What?" He frowned, lowered the car window, and glanced at Mo Yu.

She was actually quite curious about why Mo Yu had to go back to Wudang. But not only did Mo Yu not let her go, he didn't even tell her a word.

You know, Mo Yu has always been very open-minded. He has never avoided even talking about things like his own martial arts and Tongtian Talisman.

Although they had known each other for a short time, Feng Shayan was surprised to find that this man had never hidden anything from her when she thought about it carefully. Mo Yu would answer almost anything she asked.

He has the spirit of a frank gentleman who is open about everything.

But this time, Mo Yu remained tight-lipped, which made Feng Shayan's curiosity almost explode.

Seeing her suspicious face, Mo Yu was too lazy to explain. He stuffed the silk package into the car window and disappeared in a flash.

The package was incredibly heavy. Feng Shayan reached for it with one hand and nearly dropped it on her leg. She couldn't help but curse, "What the hell? It's so hard!"

Driven by curiosity, she opened it and found that it was a gold bar.

Feng Shayan curled her lips, lost interest in an instant, and threw the package aside.

Gold bars were scattered on the passenger seat, and out of the corner of her eye she accidentally saw words on the inside of the cloth package.

The mountain mist was like gauze, and the sound of the wind was mixed with the sound of pine waves.

Using his profound skills, Mo Yu ran wildly along the way, his black Taoist robe rustling. The shadows of the trees in his sight quickly retreated, blurring into a flowing green.

As long as one can get through the crucial hurdle of 'Da Yao Breakthrough' in the Three-Level Reversal Technique, the journey from the first level to the second level will be smooth and unobstructed.

Mo Yu extracted his Taiyi fighting method from Tai Chi power, and then reversely absorbed and assimilated the characteristics of Tai Chi power, the three levels of reverse birth and other mysterious skills, and used them to reverse his own flesh and blood to his innate nature, which happened almost instantly.

The newly constructed meridian circulation system for him by Qunxia Mo Yu was able to withstand even the Great Medicine Breakthrough after the reconstruction, which shows how exaggerated it is. The main point is that no matter how fast you decompose or how large the Qi waves are, the thick meridians can withstand it!
So in just three days, Mo Yu completed what would take an ordinary person a hundred days to accomplish, and reversed his flesh and blood to its innate state.

However, Mo Yu did not immediately enter the second level to transform his own muscles, bones and internal organs.

It’s not that he can’t do it, but he has a feeling that he hasn’t reached the extreme of the first level!

There is always a feeling of wanting more.

Although according to the records of the exercises, "the true qi is full, and the qi turns into skin and flesh", and he has the power of dragons and tigers in every move of his hands and feet, these descriptions are perfectly met by him.

However, compared to the records in the classics, Mo Yu believed more in his own feelings and his own judgment.

Mo Yu, the hero of the group, told him to wait until he got the Nine Yin Manual and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. So, he could wait a little longer; half a month wouldn't make a difference anyway.

"Array?"

As soon as he stepped into the back mountain, Mo Yu felt some invisible waves probing from his body.

He actually had a way to hide it, but going back to his mother's house was not like being a thief, so there was no need to be sneaky.

Wudang leader Zhou Meng and Taoist Yunlong, who were meditating in the side room, felt a sense of connection after they detected that someone strange had sneaked in through the formation.

Sensing the intruder, the two exchanged glances and dashed out almost simultaneously. Their figures, so swift they seemed to be flying close to the ground, skimmed over the eaves and trees, heading straight for the intruder.

"That direction is..." Zhou Meng narrowed his eyes, sensing that the intruder had a clear target and rushed straight towards the cave in the back mountain. "Is something wrong with Xiao Yezi?" He couldn't help but worry.

The first few waves who came to investigate were all headless flies, and the only one who knew that Fenghou Qimen was hiding in a cave in the back mountain was Wang Ye.

"What a fast speed! It seems he's a tough guy." Taoist Yunlong noticed the speed of the intruder, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

With Wang Ye's background exposed, rumors about Fenghou Qimen have been rampant in the circle of extraordinary people recently, and there are always some self-important guys coming to Wudang to cause trouble.

He thought he was the son of destiny, and that he could find the hiding place of Fenghou Qimen by just looking around, and then cultivate magical skills, and from then on embark on the path of a protagonist who pretends to be cool and gets slapped in the face all the way to defy the will of heaven.

Taoist Master Yunlong has been forced to cultivate his character for so many years, and he has only indulged in these few days.

A slap on the face feels much better than slapping the air!

(End of this chapter)