My Ming Dynasty, I have the final say

After the full moon, Feng Zhu slept sweetly.

"Godfather, godfather."

Suddenly, his godson Feng Wen shook him awake.

"There's been a lot of unrest in Beijing lately. Why are you also uneasy? What's going on?"

Being woken up from a deep sleep, Feng Zhu looked at Feng Wen impatiently.

"Liu Zhengyang came to see you and asked to see you for something important."

"Liu Zhengyang? Why is he in such a hurry to find me? Can't we just tell him tomorrow?"

Hearing this, Feng Zhu frowned. Although he was dissatisfied, he was busy putting on his clothes.

"Eunuch Feng, big list."

As soon as he saw Feng Zhu, Liu Zhengyang smiled and bowed to Feng Zhu.

"There is a businessman from Shanxi who will come to deposit money after dawn tomorrow. He will deposit two million taels of silver as soon as he opens his mouth."

"Two million taels of silver? That much?"

Hearing this, Feng Zhu became energetic instantly.

"Have you found out who the other party is?"

"They are my compatriots, both from Shanxi."

Seeing Feng Zhu's expression, Liu Zhengyang immediately spoke.

"The reason why they deposited so much money this time is because I am now working as an errand for the palace, and they wanted to see if they could find a job for themselves."

"The other thing is to see if we can make it easier for them to sell salt rights next month."

"Yes, but they are those who know the direction of the wind."

Hearing this, Feng Zhu nodded.

"Tell them, the Ministry of Household Affairs is in charge of selling the right to sell salt, and the eunuch of the Za family can't get involved."

"However, the last time the salt sales rights of Beizhili were approved, it was based on the amount of salt that each company had accumulated over the years. They knew what to do."

Walking around the room, Feng Zhu nodded and said to Liu Zhengyang.

"As for whether they can find a job, that depends on their abilities."

"The palace does not support idlers. Zhao Shuang does it because he can manage the mines, Xiao Yong does it because he can manage textiles, and you do it because you can manage banks. If they want to find a job, they have to show their ability."

"My father-in-law means."

Hearing this, Liu Zhengyang looked at Feng Zhu hesitantly.

“Are they going to show their worth?”

"Correct."

Regarding Liu Zhengyang's understanding, Feng Zhu nodded with satisfaction.

"I heard that the prince in the palace is worried about the lack of war horses in the Huben Guards these days. My godfather is also rectifying the stables in recent days."

"If they can get war horses, the Zajia family wouldn't mind putting in a good word for them at the Emperor's place."

"Little one understands."

After hearing Feng Zhu's words, Liu Zhengyang nodded immediately.

"Young man, go and tell them now."

"Ah."

Nodding at the other party, Feng Zhu signaled that the other party could get out.

After Liu Zhengyang left, Feng Zhu did not rush to bed to catch up on his sleep, but instead wandered around the room.

"Shanxi people?"

After thinking about Liu Zhengyang's identity for a long time, Feng Zhu turned his eyes and looked out the window.

"Zhu Jiu."

Hearing the sound in the house, someone walked in quietly.

"The humble position is here."

Looking at this person's identity, he is clearly a Tiqi.

Yes, Feng Zhu seems to be affiliated with the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but in fact, he has a sign in his hand that can mobilize Dongchang Tiqi.

"Go and check for me the businessman Liu Zhengyang mentioned and see what industries he has in the capital."

"Yes." Upon hearing this, Na Tiqi cupped his hands and turned around and left the room.

At this time, Feng Zhucai turned on the bed and continued to sleep.

And just when Feng Zhu went to bed to catch up on his sleep, Taibai Tower.

"Master Yang, Master Fan have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Please lead the way."

At this time, Yang Huaizhong frowned, nodded to him with a serious look on his face, and followed the steward to the private room on the fourth floor.

"Shop Manager Fan!"

"Shopkeeper Yang!"

"Shop Manager Jin!"

. . .

Pushing open the door and entering, a group of businessmen bowed their hands in greeting.

"Hey, the shopkeeper is here too."

After Yang Huaizhong saw a fifteen or sixteen year old boy next to Fan Jinxiong, he quickly saluted again.

"Shopkeeper Yang, please sit down."

Fan Jinxiong picked up the teapot and smiled at the other party.

At this moment, the people present can be said to be the richest group of people in the Ming Dynasty, except for the emperor.

Picking up the teacup that Fan Jinxiong pushed over, Yang Huaizhong tasted it carefully without speaking in a hurry.

"Last year's accounts have been calculated, and the losses incurred by our eight families have been calculated."

Seeing that everyone was here, Fan Jinxiong looked at the people sitting and said.

"After Xiong Tingbi arrived in Liaodong, he severely cracked down on smuggling. In addition, the court dispatched guest soldiers to replace the Liao soldiers. We suffered serious losses in business in Liaodong, and my brother Fan Jincai also disappeared in Liaodong."

"In terms of water transportation, since Li Sancai resigned, due to the problem of uneven profits among various families, it was difficult to transport the grain from the previous year to the north. After Zhao Yukui took office, it was barely restored, but some things were not easy to do, and the quantity was low. a lot of."

"Over in Zhangjiakou, life has been difficult for the Mongolians in recent years. Even the border troops have lost their ability. Therefore, the annual rewards given to them by the imperial court are getting smaller and smaller every year, and it is difficult to do this business."

"In addition, there is Guangning."

Having said this, Fan Jinxiong picked up the tea cup and took a sip before continuing.

"That Sun Chuanting is also from Shanxi, and he is quite friendly to us. As long as we don't sell gunpowder, iron tools and other prohibited items to the Chahar tribes, and we can get horses back, he will do anything."

Having said this, Fan Jinxiong looked at everyone present.

"I think you all understand what I mean by these words. If we don't think of ways to increase our income, our lives will be difficult in the future."

"I think you all have seen the letter I sent back regarding the imperial court's new salt policy. Not to mention other places, but Shanxi Jieyan has the right to sell salt, and we have to get at least 40% of it."

"Don't worry, Shopkeeper Fan. The two million taels of silver that Shopkeeper Yang is going to deposit into the Xingwang Bank tomorrow is only part of it. When I came to Beijing this time, each family collected six million taels of silver and guaranteed it."

After hearing Fan Jinxiong's words, Jin Liangyu, the head of the Jin family, immediately spoke.

"The imperial court's new policy on salt production can be said to be a chicken that can lay golden eggs. We must get it in our own homes. It is inevitable."

"Ah."

Hearing this, Fan Jinxiong nodded with satisfaction, very satisfied with the number that the eight families had discussed.

It can also be seen that they really want this right to sell salt.

Although Shanxi merchants are divided into eight major merchants and other Shanxi merchants, on the whole, they are all involved.

The difference is simply whether what is done is legal or illegal.

What is legal is to provide food, grass, salt, ironware, etc. to the Ming Dynasty Guards.

What is illegal is that in addition to providing supplies to the Daming Guard, they also secretly sell some to the other side.

This kind of hereditary business is equivalent to their lifeblood for them.

"That Liu Zhengyang, does he still care about our friendship as a fellow countryman?"

Putting down the teacup in his hand, Fan Jinxiong looked at Yang Huaizhong and asked.

"I am worried about him. After all, he is also from Shanxi. He doesn't want his ancestors' graves to be digged up."

Hearing this, Yang Huaizhong immediately spoke.

"But after all, this person is working for the palace. I always feel so panicked when working with this person." (End of Chapter)