Kangxi, your Qing Dynasty is dead

Chapter 66 Confiscating the Home and Confiscating a Ruixin Hall
"My lord, look at this"

In a study room where Oboi usually studies and works, Yu Wang Fuquan is sitting in an old chair that Oboi used to use in his daily life, watching Guanyinbao and Wang Zhongxiao leading a few people to rummage around for fellow Oboi. The letter sent by the party, and the manuscript of Obai's reply letter, while listening to the report of a steward of Obai's mansion named Wang Sanshun.

The butler is not very old, that is, in his 20s. He is tall and strong, with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a Chinese character face. He looks very upright, but he is quite clever in handling things.

"What kind of account is this? Don't look at it, let's report the number." Fuquan is not interested in small money at the moment, he just wants to find enough letters and manuscripts that can be used to help those upright officials who have ghosts in their hearts to heal their heart diseases.

That's the real big money!

"Hey, my lord, the gold and silver that have not been accounted for are converted into silver, with a total value of more than 5000 taels. There are six boxes of jewelry, calligraphy and paintings, and antiques. More than [-] taels. However, the loan sharks released may not be easy to recover."

"Take out 8000 taels of silver and divide them into 240 shares, and distribute them to the writers, Baitang'a, and soldiers who came to raid the house, and the remaining eight shares will not make the hard work of Suo'etu, Mingzhu, Duolong and Wang Fuchen in vain. "

Suo'etu, Mingzhu, Duolong, and Wang Fuchen also came here today, and they are counting property, population, and account books in other places.

Fuquan continued: "There are eight boxes of jewellery, calligraphy and paintings, and antiques, right?"

"Yes, there are eight boxes in total."

"That's fine, exactly eight copies, one box for each person to take home." Fuquan said with a smile, "I just want that box of calligraphy and painting."

"Whoo!"

Fuquan said again: "Oboi has written letters with many people, right?"

"Of course, he is a traitor."

"Do you know where those letters are?" Fuquan asked.

"There are special warehouses for the large study, and some are stored here, all of which are relatively important letters and manuscripts."

Fuquan nodded with a smile, looked at the housekeeper, "What's your name?"

"Little Wang Sanshun, Sanshun Wang's Sanshun."

"Good name, your father must want you to make contributions to the court like King Sanshun, right?"

"My lord, you are wise, my father probably thinks so. Unfortunately, I don't have that ability, so I have to fill his vacancy and work as a manager in Oboi's mansion."

"Okay, follow me from now on!"

"Slave, thank you for your cultivation." Wang Sanshun knew that he had met a nobleman, so he knelt down to Fuquan on the spot, with a face full of gratitude.

"Okay, let's go to work," Fuquan said, "by the way, first bring some people to bring all the letters and manuscripts that Oboi saved."

"Whoo!"

Fuxin's servant gave a thousand salutes, turned around and left.At this time, Wang Zhongxiao held a stack of letters and manuscripts that he had just searched out with Guanyinbao, and approached Fuquan.

"My lord, the harvest is not small!" Wang Zhongxiao put a large pile of letters and manuscripts on a desk in front of Fuquan, and said with a smile, "These are all big fish! There are Pingxi Wang Wu Sangui, and Pingnan Wang Shang The good news is that Jingnan King Geng Jimao, University scholar Tuhai, Shanxi Governor Ata, Shanxi Governor Mo Luo, and Fujian Navy Admiral Shi Lang are all high-ranking officials!"

"Really?" Fuquan's eyes lit up, "There are so many people who want me to help them heal their heart problems? Shikai, do you think I want to help them?"

"Of course we want to help, but not all of them." Wang Zhongxiao said, "We have to think about it carefully. If it is really Oboi's best friend, we can't help!"

"Of course!" Fuquan smiled.

"And the prince should not give others a handle." Wang Zhongxiao suggested, "Although the emperor will stand on the side of the prince no matter what. But the prince, as the elder brother, definitely does not want to make it difficult for the brother."

Fuquan nodded, frowned and said: "Then how can I collect money so that I don't give others a handle?"

"My lord," Guanyinbao also came up at this time, "I heard that many high officials in the imperial court like to open antique calligraphy and painting shops, and then ask people to make some fake paintings and sell them to those who want to give money. Officer."

"That's a good idea," Yu Wang Fuquan said with a smile, "How about I open one too?"

"My lord, the idea of ​​this antique calligraphy and painting shop is not the best. After all, it is troublesome to search for fakes." Wang Zhongxiao said, "Humble job has a better idea."

"tell me the story."

"I suggest that the prince can open a bank and let those officials who want the prince to help cure their heart diseases deposit a sum of money in it!" Wang Zhongxiao said, "This is not a bribe, but that they have too much money and no place to put it. Borrow the prince's silver bank and put it away. You don't charge them a storage fee, you just do me a favor!"

Fuquan's eyes lit up: "That's right! I'm not corrupt and perverting the law. I'm helping them keep their money. I'm the emperor's elder brother, and I have a very good credit. You can put the money with me at ease!"

"My lord, you are wise, you are warm-hearted and helpful." Wang Zhongxiao said, "By the way, you can also release the money to collect some interest. My lord, the name of this bank and bank has been thought out for you. Ruixin Hall! Auspicious and trustworthy, look, how festive and lucky it is?"

Wang Zhongxiao's suggestion to Fuquan is of course for the end of the Qing Dynasty!

In the end, the Qing Dynasty will not be able to spend money?

The fastest way to get money is to set up an Anxin Bank that serves the corrupt officials and profiteers of the Qing Dynasty?
Although the Qing Dynasty now had firms that could deposit silver and issue banknotes, those were not specialized banknotes, but only part-time projects of the eight imperial merchants.Moreover, the circulation of the silver bills issued by the eight imperial merchants is also relatively poor, and they can only be exchanged for silver in the head office of the eight imperial merchants and the Beijing branch. ticket.

Having seen the prosperity of the financial industry and the tsunami of the financial crisis in later generations, Wang Dazhong naturally thought of setting up a bank that he could control, which could not only manage money for those corrupt officials who broke the law, but also convert these funds into financial capital. Investing in aspects that can promote the vigorous development of capitalism, capitalism must not have capital first?

And the sages also said that when this capital came to the world, dirty blood dripped from every pore from head to toe!Isn't the money obtained by the loyal officials of the Qing Dynasty corrupt and illegal? It's just such dirty money?Using this kind of dirty money to develop capitalism will definitely get twice the result with half the effort!
And once such bad capital has doctrine, the Qing Dynasty will almost come to an end.
But Yu Wang Fuquan didn't know how bad the capital was. Hearing the idea Wang Zhongxiao gave him, he was too happy, and he was still thinking about it: "Ruixintang is a good name, it is auspicious, and it keeps promises. Once you hear it, you won't Dump it, but this business of lending money and collecting interest is not easy to do, right? The money I lent to others, what if others don’t pay it back? I’m a majestic prince, I can’t just force a good man into prostitution for a few taels of silver, right? "

"My lord," Guanyinbao said with a smile, "don't worry, you don't need to come forward in person. There are many gangsters in the outer city who specialize in lending money and collecting debts for others. You have no karma in the matter of forcing good people into prostitution or killing people. You just sit and collect the money."

Fuquan thought for a while, nodded and said, "It's not bad, but I don't know any big gangsters. Guanyinbao, Shikai, do you two know each other?"

Guanyinbao said: "I am very familiar with Yuan Er and Yuan Linjing in Yanzhi Hutong. He specializes in prostitution, and he is not a thing!"

Fuquan looked at Guanyinbao, who was eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha, and said in surprise: "He is not a thing, so why do you still know him well?"

"This." Avalokitesvara made a slip of the tongue, not knowing what to do.

Wang Zhongxiao hastened to help his "Brother Guan" and said: "My lord, Brother Guan went to him to do charity, and the beautiful girls in Rouge Lane are too pitiful, if Brother Guan doesn't do charity, they won't be able to live. And if there are no evil people in the world, where can you and big good people like Brother Guan do good deeds and accumulate virtue?"

Fuquan thought about it, and felt it made sense: "That's right, I am also a great benevolent Guanyinbao, so you can bring me with you when you go back to do good deeds!"

Is it appropriate to take a child prince to Bada Hu to do good deeds?

Guanyinbao looked back at Wang Zhongxiao, and Wang Zhongxiao had no choice but to help him change the subject: "My lord, I also know a big gangster who opened a teahouse in Zhushikou. His name is Yang Qilong, and he is called Yang Sanye. His teahouse is only used for communication. My friends, the real money is for the rich and powerful in Beijing’s inner city to lend money and collect debts. If you really want to open Ruixintang, you can talk to this Yang San tomorrow and ask him to be the shopkeeper. He is at the front desk Now, my lord, just take care of collecting the money. And as far as I know, this Yang Qilong will not give money to the poor people, so you don't have to worry about him doing something like forcing a good man into prostitution, forcing people's lives to collect debts."

"Not to the poor people? Then to whom?" Fuquan was taken aback.

Wang Zhongxiao said: "Give it to those who eat water."

"Water worker? How much money can you earn by transporting rice?"

"Of course you can't make a lot of money from transporting rice," Wang Zhongxiao said with a smile, "Your lord doesn't think that these hundreds of thousands of water workers rely on transporting millions of stones of rice for the court every year, right?"

"Is there another way?"

"Of course," Wang Zhongxiao said with a smile, "The Eight Banners children in Beijing spend so much money every year to buy fun, beautiful, and delicious things, as well as silk and satin, jewelry and jade, And how are novelty gadgets from overseas brought in?"

"Could it all be brought by those waterworkers?"

Wang Zhongxiao provoked Thumbs up: "My lord, you are wise, do you think Yang Qilong can do it?"

"Okay!" Fuquan nodded, "But Yuan Er, who is not a thing, can also let him try it. Although it is wrong to force a good man into prostitution, this king is still willing to give him a chance to be a good man. If he can be a good man, he will definitely It can reduce a lot of prostitutes. Is this considered a good deed?"

"Yes, yes," Guanyinbao nodded again and again, "My lord, you are the kindest person!"

Wang Zhongxiao also echoed: "It's really kind."

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