Feng Jingcheng glanced at him and continued to sip her tea. She said, "Of course you can. What would you like to discuss with Mr. Lin?"
With a gleeful look on his face, Lin Jinzu ran up to Feng Jingjing with an abacus in his hand. "I'm not exaggerating, Master Feng," he said quickly, "But I know. With the flood in the South today, the drought in the North, the loss of crops to the merchants, and the loss of profit to the merchants, there's no way a good market can be compared to the bad market. The worst way to put it is to learn and learn a thing or two. But the simple difference in the market, which is to say, is that people live a comfortable life, and the consumption of money when we're bored, is based on the condition that we have enough money to support ourselves. But now, everyone
