Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 296 - Two Hundred and Eighteen: Night Talk_2

Chapter 296: Chapter Two Hundred and Eighteen: Night Talk_2

"Parts?"

Hua Hong’s eyes twinkled as he smiled and nodded:

"Changtian, your way of putting it is indeed interesting, but it’s essentially like that. Their uniqueness has to be wiped out, so that everyone except me can be replaced. Jiang He also has plans to reform the Geometry Institute."

"Is that so..."

Xu Yuan murmured, his gaze somewhat wistful.

He had found that this world was already showing signs of an industrial revolution, innovating the production system and thereby liberating productivity.

Of course,

it was in the mode of a supernatural world.

"Alright... I understand. I’ll help when I have time, but compiling such books isn’t done overnight."

Hua Hong smiled sincerely, his eyes gentle:

"Changtian, please take this matter to heart. Everything us old folks are doing is for you all."

"Only by wiping out the individuality of those below and making them replaceable at any time can the Family Head’s power be forever centralized."

"......"

Xu Yuan’s eyes were downcast and he made no comment.

Seeing this, Hua Hong did not press further and instead smiled:

"By the way, where did you learn all this stuff on your trip out there?"

Xu Yuan spread his hands and said:

"From being exposed to it and seeing a lot, thinking a lot... it just becomes clear."

Hua Hong listened to this, noncommittal, and spoke in a conversational tone:

"Although the things you just wrote have some sense, many of them are not suitable for the current situation of the world."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan wasn’t surprised.

What he had written were things he learned in college and graduate school in his previous life.

About macro and microeconomics, about marketing, about financial operations, and such theories.

Although similar, theories from his previous life needed some adaptations to be applicable to this world.

Someone as discerning as Hua Hong wouldn’t possibly fail to see that.

Sitting up slowly, Xu Yuan’s tone became earnest:

"After all, these are just ideas I’ve come up with; you, Old Hua, will need to make some amendments yourself."

"Moreover, a lot of that stuff only works in a unified situation. As war approaches, the production system of our Prime Minister’s Mansion must serve the war effort."

Hua Hong’s gaze grew sharp:

"You understand the war-time system too, Changtian?"

"You think too highly of me."

"....." Hua Hong.

With a sigh, Hua Hong uttered somberly:

"I thought you knew all this, and was hoping you could offer some advice."

"..."

Xu Yuan spread his hands; these things weren’t taught in ordinary universities and he had no place to learn them.

But after a pause, Xu Yuan suddenly thought of something and said lightly:

"By the way, there is one very important matter that I’m not sure if you have considered, Old Hua."

Hua Hong collected his thoughts:

"Speak plainly, don’t beat around the bush."

Xu Yuan uttered two words, concise and clear:

"Silver notes."

"Silver notes?" Hua Hong furrowed his brow.

Xu Yuan slowly rose from his chair, methodically arranging the ink, paper, brush, and inkstone on his desk, and said lightly:

"When Ran Qingmo went to those great Sects to exaggerate the threat of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, no one believed her. At first, I thought it was because of my father’s administrative orders having a numbing effect.

"But now it seems, the Sects were just pretending to be confused, waiting for the day Emperor Jiaying passes."

A pensive look crossed Hua Hong’s wrinkled face:

"What do these things have to do with silver notes?"

Xu Yuan finished organizing the desk and took out a stack of thousand-tael silver notes from the Sumeru Ring, fanning them in his hand:

"Since Emperor Qidian issued silver notes more than eight hundred years ago, it has become customary to use the Imperial Court’s issued silver notes for transactions in the world. The Sects have held so many Heavenly Origin Competitions, they must have made some contingency plans."

At this point,

Xu Yuan’s voice turned serious: "We need to prepare in advance for the impact, at the very least to ensure the stability of prices within the states controlled by the Imperial Court."

Hua Hong stared at Xu Yuan with furrowed brows:

"Are you suggesting... The Sects will issue new silver notes?"

Xu Yuan pointed to the thousands of silver notes in his hand:

"If we do not free ourselves from the Imperial Court’s silver notes, once the fighting starts, the Sects will have to keep bleeding money to pay the Imperial Court’s bills. There are many smart people in the world, and the Sects can’t fail to consider this."

Hua Hong exhaled deeply, a shade of gloom on his brow:

"Changtian, I have actually discussed this matter with my aides many times. Regarding this... do you have any suggestions?"

Xu Yuan was somewhat surprised to hear this.

Currency was not a formalized system in this era, and he hadn’t expected Hua Hong to see this point as well.

Indeed, there would be no mediocrities sitting in such a position.

But ask him if he could solve it?

He couldn’t solve a damn thing.

Xu Yuan shrugged and smiled straightforwardly:

"I don’t know, I just wanted to remind you. The specifics are up to you professionals, Old Hua."

After saying that,

Xu Yuan walked up and patted the shoulder of Hua Hong, who was over a hundred years old:

"However, my advice is to accumulate more actual silver and gold. There will definitely be a run on the banks, and at the very least, we need to stabilize the prices within the areas controlled by The Imperial Court."

...

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...

The next day, at noon.

The haze of a late sleep let Xu Yuan sleep until the sun was three poles high.

Just as he was groggily opening his eyes, Xu Yuan heard a rustling sound coming from beside his bed:

"Awake?"

"...." Xu Yuan glanced sideways.

A breathtakingly beautiful and clear visage came into view.

Li Qingyan had moved a chair over, her arms crossed as she sat beside his bed.

Xu Yuan silently sat up, looking at the woman in front of him with her eyebrows exuding a heroic spirit and a smile touching her lips, his eyes wary:

"How did you get in?"

Li Qingyan’s beautiful eyes twinkled with mirth:

"Naturally, I walked in. You look quite peaceful when you sleep."

"In this Inner Court..."

"Minister Xu agreed," said Li Qingyan, her lips curling into a smile. "After all, I am, so to speak, the future daughter-in-law of the Xu Family."

Xu Yuan glanced at her and said no more. He pulled back the bed covers and stood up.

In the early summer noon, the chirping of birds accompanied the sunlight spilling in from outside the window.

Li Qingyan, sitting on the edge of the bed, had her pupils shrink and instinctively looked away.

Xu Yuan, seeing this and feeling somewhat puzzled, glanced downward and immediately understood. He chuckled softly:

"Heh... Princess, is that a blush I see on your face?"

Li Qingyan turned her gaze back, her eyes narrowing slightly, she propped up her legs, shaking them nonchalantly:

"Do you think I would blush?"

"...."

Xu Yuan stared intently into her eyes for two seconds, and then laughed:

"Not blushing..."

"Heh...."

"You must be scared."

"...." Li Qingyan.

Dressed in loose sleeping garments, Xu Yuan walked to the table, poured himself a cup of tea to wake up his senses, and looked back at the stunning beauty still sitting on the edge of the bed:

"Princess, if you’re hanging around here, are you offering to help your husband get dressed?"

"...."

Li Qingyan let out a breath, stood up, gazed at Xu Yuan for two seconds, and with a cold snort, turned and left the room.

"...."

Standing still and watching her graceful figure leave, Xu Yuan shook his head somewhat disinterestedly:

"Tch... she can’t handle a tease. Her cultivation isn’t as high as Su Jinxuan’s; truly no fun...."

"Whoosh——"

A piece of broken stone suddenly flew through the air, grazing past his sleeping pants, bringing with it a trace of coolness....

...

...

...

Once properly dressed, no sooner had Xu Yuan stepped out of the chamber than he saw Li Qingyan standing in the courtyard, absentmindedly staring at the koi in the pond.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Yuan walked up beside her.

Li Qingyan gave him an indifferent glance from her phoenix eyes:

"Prince Consort, who is Su Jinxuan you just mentioned? Is she one of the friends you told me about last time who needed to meet at night?"

Xu Yuan softly chuckled in response:

"She probably can’t beat you."

"Really?" Li Qingyan laughed lightly, her tone neither cold nor warm, "Don’t speak so unpleasantly. I have always been very generous. If the Prince Consort wishes to take concubines after marriage, it’s not something that can’t be discussed."

Xu Yuan shook his head hearing this:

"Princess, you misunderstand. Su Jinxuan is just a business associate of this young master, not a lady friend."

Li Qingyan’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly:

"So, are you saying, Prince Consort, that you have other lady friends?"

Xu Yuan considered for a moment, and seeing no reason to hide anything from this princess he was betrothed to, he said with a smile:

"Don’t be so jealous. After all these years, naturally, this young master might have one or two lady friends."

"...."

Li Qingyan took a deep breath, her chest showing no signs of disturbance:

"That means there’s more than just Ran Qingmo?"

"Although I don’t have the memory, she’s probably considered a lady friend."

Xu Yuan nodded, saying with a smile, "When the time comes, you should meet her, but you probably can’t beat her."

Li Qingyan raised her slender jade hand, and waves of Origin Qi blossomed between her fingers, saying with a smile:

"Me... can’t beat her?"

"Jiatiange’s Saintess, you think you can beat her?"

"....." Li Qingyan.