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The fourth devil returned to Beijing, but Jia Liu did not return, because he still had a project in Tailing that had not been completed.

Shuan Zhu rushed over from Jingling.

"Master, you don't know, the young master is so funny, he is white and fat, and he was really carved out of the same mold as you when you were a child, so you are very happy to see the sly eyebrows."

"Well, good, good."

Jia Liu was happy to hear that, his son is like his father, it is really gratifying to congratulate.

While speaking, he brought Shuan Zhu to the gate of the underground palace.

Shuan Zhu found a sign at the door, with a few large characters on it - "Under construction, idlers are not allowed to enter!"

Thinking with my ass, I also know that the young master asked someone to insert it.

"Forehead, you are here!"

Queenie didn't leave either. As the servant of the Ministry of Rites, he had to stay in Tailing for a period of time. First, he was responsible for the burial of the Empress Dowager, and second, he was responsible for the after-sales of funeral objects in the underground palace.

Dozens of carriages were parked at the gate of the underground palace, piled high with Chinese cabbage.

This is used to cover people's eyes and eyes. When the things in the underground palace are taken out, they are covered with cabbage. Who would have thought that there are genuine gold and all kinds of treasures under the cabbage.

It was also Queenie's idea, very thoughtful.

It will be Zamur who will be responsible for the delivery later, and the things will not be brought into Beijing to be delivered to His Excellency the President's Prince Consort's Mansion, but to the other courtyard in Tongzhou.

Gold bricks and other objects are melted on the spot, broken into parts, and then converted into silver through various banks. Only in this way can the value circulation of gold be realized.

After all, gold was not legal tender in the Qing Dynasty, and silver and copper coins circulated in the market.

Other treasures are exported under various names, and then find buyers to cash in.

Liu Heyi is in charge of sales. He is familiar with this area. He has accumulated a lot of experience when he was in charge of the construction of the Jingling Aftermath Expert Committee.

For the realization of antique calligraphy and painting, Jia Liu has no special requirements, and even allows the price to be sold at a price that is [-]% to [-]% lower than the market price, but must be dumped in batches.

That is, one hundred pieces were sold in Jiangsu today, but tomorrow they can only be sold in Zhejiang.

You can't put everything together and sell it, because the goal is too big, and it is easy to be lowered by profiteers.

He is a serious businessman, and he cannot sell you something today like Qing Dynasty, and find a way to copy your house tomorrow.

Since his rebirth, he has never done anything wicked.

Only by being honest and trustworthy can we make our business bigger and stronger.

Businessmen, even profiteers, are also part of the social system of the Qing Dynasty. You can't kill others just because they make money from you.

In fact, if you want to sell things at a high price, it is best to bring them to Guangdong Thirteen, because there are foreign merchants there.

Fake things can fool these foreign devils, let alone real good things.

Really sold Yongzheng's funerary objects to foreigners, hoping to make a fortune.

The problem is that Jia Liu does not want future generations to poke his back, so he dare not do this international antique business.

"The list of things has been prepared by the official, please take a look at it!"

Queenie presented the list by categories.

Jia Liu actually knew what Yongzheng's funeral objects contained, because Old Fu had shown him before.

But no matter how much a leader trusts his subordinates, superficial work still needs to be done.

After taking it and looking through it carefully, I couldn't help nodding, and then I needed a brush, and I randomly ticked off the list, or drew circles, or tapped small ink dots.

"Those who tick the box will be sent to Fu Zhongtang's family, those who have drawn circles will be sent to Mrs. Color's house, and those who have painted a circle will be given two pieces to each of these people, and the rest will be sent to my house."

Jia Liu handed the list of gifts he had written last night to Queenie, who took a look at it, and his eyes almost jumped out of shock.

Why?

Because this list is full of the names of the governors, governors, and chief ministers of the Qing Dynasty, as well as the Eight Banners garrison generals, the commanders, the admirals and chief soldiers of the green camps in various provinces.

Even several team leaders and counselors from the Western Regions were involved.

There are more than one hundred people up and down.

Of course, on the Beijing official's side, his Queenie's name is also on it, which means that he, Queenie, can also get two funeral objects of the late emperor.

"Just do as I tell you."

Jia Liu didn't explain.

Queenie didn't dare to ask.

After entering the underground palace, ten steps and one post.

Shuan Zhu was a little displeased, apparently because he blamed the young master for giving all the things to others, and how much he had fallen, as if he had worked hard for others.

Seeing Shuan Zhu's thoughts, Jia Liu couldn't help comforting him: "Your young master, I can't be inferior to Sun Dianying, can I?"

Shuan Zhu was stunned: "Who is Sun Dianying?"

"A hero who knows how to share interests."

Jia Liu comforted Shuanzhu, saying that a batch of funerary objects of the late emperor suddenly appeared on the market, and that this matter would be discovered sooner or later.

"For example, young master, I committed a crime. The sufferer sued the government. The government wants to arrest the young master, but the county magistrate has benefited from the young master. Do you think the county magistrate will take the young master?"

Jia Liu was afraid that Shuan Zhu would not understand, so he used the simplest metaphor.

Shuan Zhu pursed his lips: "What if someone sues the mansion?"

Jia Liu: "The magistrate also took advantage of the young master."

"Ok?"

Shuan Zhu scratched his head, "What if he sues the province?"

Jia Liu: "Master Futai and Master Fantai both took the young master's money."

Shuan Zhu was taken aback for a moment: "Then what if he sues the imperial court?"

Jia Liu raised his eyebrows: "Young master, I will make the decision for the sufferer."

The reasoning is rough, but not simple.

It doesn't matter whether you recognize the other party or not, and whether the other party knows him or not, Jia Jia's son-in-law, a provincial senior official in the Qing Dynasty, has two pieces.

Jia Liu is open and bright.

Sufferer, you can't even sue God.

"Grandpa Yongzheng didn't have many things buried with him, but Jingling has a lot. When we turn back, those in Jingling will move to our own house, so we don't have to share them with others."

Jia Liu continued to walk forward with his hands behind his back. Baozhu and a group of people in front of him were prying gold bricks, dozens of them had already been pried.

"Brothers, work hard, work hard!"

Jia Liu patted this side, touched that side, told Baozhu to pay attention to construction safety, and led Shuanzhu to continue walking deep into the underground palace.

Finally came to the old man's three bedrooms and two halls, Demu is leading the people to carefully replace the old man with the new one.

A slogan was also painted on the wall - "Handle with care".

The shelves have almost been emptied, and Demu's people are putting books such as "Spring and Autumn", "University", "Three Character Classics", "Thousand Characters", "Kangxi Dictionary" on the shelves.

All purchased in bulk.

The old man can't sit and eat in the underworld. With these books, it is definitely not a problem to open a private school.

This is also in line with the character of the old man. During his lifetime, the old man paid the most attention to education and did not like extravagance. Such an arrangement would make him very happy.

After Tong Shuanzhu offered incense to the old man and his wife for the last time, Jia Liu silently withdrew.

The furnishings in the living room have all been renewed, and Mr. Lei came over to ask whether the door should be closed.

"Seal it."

Jia Liu waved his hand, and retreated to the door with Shuan Zhu.

Following Chief Lei's command, the technicians turned on the mechanism, and with a "bang", the coffin chamber was permanently closed.

Shuan Zhu sighed slightly, he didn't know if it was because he had developed feelings for the old man after staying with the old couple for a long time, and he was reluctant or something.

Jia Liu asked someone to bring lime water and write a line of big characters on the gate.

Said: "National key cultural relics protection unit."

Shuan Zhu looked confused: "Master, what does this mean?"

"It's a spell,"

Jia Liu explained, "With this, you don't have to worry about someone going in to disturb the old man."