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"That's right, but you need to add alkali and lime powder, and after firing it, it will become transparent," Jin Shuai explained with a smile.

"Ah, this is truly amazing! Grandson, what are your plans for this?" the grandfather asked with great interest.

Jin Shuai answered confidently, “First, I plan to bring in officials, along with some merchants and nobles, to jointly create a model commercial district. This way, other prefectures can follow suit, not only increasing tax revenue for the court but also reducing the tax burden on farmers. Second, I need achievements to continuously improve my status and wealth so I can realize what I truly want to do. I've set my sights on that piece of land on Jingdong East Road.” He finished speaking with a confident smile.

The old man worriedly reminded him, "Grandson, that's the territory of the Prince of Yan. I'm afraid it will be difficult to snatch food from the tiger's mouth!"

Jin Shuai patted his chest and assured him, "Don't worry, in a few years, he will no longer possess this land. As long as we can occupy any part of Jingdong East Road, Hebei East Road, or Huainan East Road, we can build seagoing vessels. There is an island on the other side of the sea, surrounded by the ocean, where there are endless silver mines. We can then lead our people to become mountain kings, and I can accelerate the decline of the Song Dynasty." Jin Shuai said

"Grandson, what exactly do you mean? Just tell me," the old man asked, puzzled.

"My goal is to first build a thriving commercial street so that the officials can make money. This will accelerate my promotion. We also need to involve the officials in the liquor and glass industries, firstly to exchange for this land, and secondly to protect our goods from being coveted," Jin Shuai said with a smile.

"Hmm, our family makes porcelain, so glass is easy to explain. If that doesn't work, we can add liquor, though liquor involves more complex issues. What do you think, grandson?" the old man said.

"Okay, let's do as the old man says. I'll go talk to the officials in a bit, so I won't have lunch with you," Jin Shuai said.

"Yes, go ahead and do your work," the old man said.

At midday, inside the Funing Palace, Emperor Zhao Zhen and Empress Cao were enjoying a roast suckling pig, nodding in approval of its deliciousness. After a short while, Zhao Zhen looked at Marshal Jin beside him and said with a smile, "You wouldn't come to this palace without a reason. Speak, what brings you here?"

Jin Shuai smiled obsequiously and replied, "Your Majesty is truly wise and insightful; you saw right through my thoughts!"

Zhao Zhen turned to Empress Cao and teased, "Dan Shu, look at this lad. He's so young, but his flattery skills are truly impressive, haha..."

Jin Shuai stopped beating around the bush and directly told Zhao Zhen his plan to build a commercial street on the land he wanted.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhen frowned and said, "You're quite ambitious, aren't you? We've long planned to build an official granary on that land, but we just don't have enough funds. Don't even think about it anymore."

Jin Shuai quickly explained, “Your Majesty, please don’t be so quick to refuse. Building an official granary in the inner city is such a waste, and you don’t have any money right now. Why can’t we make money while looking for other suitable locations to build the granary? If you refuse this proposal, it will be a great loss for you!” After saying that, he began to explain to Zhao Zhen the various benefits that the commercial street could bring.

"Didn't I say I don't have the money? Even if you want to build it, there's nothing I can do!" Zhao Zhen said, frowning.

"I didn't say His Majesty would have to pay! You only need to provide the land. I'll bet you a piece of imperial edict. I'll tell you the plan, and as long as you're not stupid, you'll definitely agree. Can building an official granary generate cash?" Jin Shuai looked at Zhao Zhen with a wicked grin, as if victory was already in his grasp.