Tang Dynasty: The beginning of the game is to touch the Princess Changle

Three days later, Cui's house.

Cui Bo looked at the room full of snowflake salt, and his face was no longer happy.

It seemed that he was a little anxious.

The entire mansion of the Cui family had dozens of houses, large and small, and three rooms were specially vacated for storing salt.

In the past six days, nearly 50 million kilograms of snowflake salt have been bought, the cellar is full of salt, and the three houses are also full.

Cui Bo sat in the living room, his face full of indescribable complexity.

He held the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands, frowning and thinking deeply.

He felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Suddenly, his eyes revealed a trace of determination:

"Butler, prepare a visiting card, I will go to the Wang family."

Then, a slightly sinister smile appeared on his face:

"I guess that old fox is also worried at this time!"

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Cui Bo guessed correctly. After Wang Zhen saw the snowflake salt, he felt like he had fallen into a vortex.

The amount of salt bought by the two families was similar, about 50 million kilograms each.

Although their family was not short of money, the silver in the money cellar was enough to buy another 70 million kilograms of snow-melting salt, and there was still some left.

But Wang Zhen felt as if there was an invisible hand behind this matter controlling everything.

Sitting in the main seat facing the gate, Wang Zhen looked into the distance with a deep gaze.

He nodded slightly, and had a plan in his mind.

"Master, the head of the Cui family is visiting."

The housekeeper handed over the visiting card respectfully and waited for Wang Zhen's instructions.

Wang Zhen looked at the visiting card and showed a familiar smile with a hint of mischief.

He raised his head slightly towards the door and signaled the housekeeper to invite the person in.

Not long after, the housekeeper brought Cui Bo to the living room.

"Brother Cui, I am sorry for not welcoming you from afar. Please take a seat!"

As soon as Cui Bo stepped into the living room, Wang Zhen immediately stood up and stepped forward to greet him warmly.

"Hahaha, Brother Wang, you're welcome!"

The two of them were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time. After a warm welcome, they both sat down.

"Butler, serve tea!"

The tea they drank was still that strange soup.

Cui Bo picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Brother Wang, to be honest, after drinking the tea at Leshan Restaurant, drinking this tea is really a world of difference!"

"Brother Cui is right, but I have been to the shopkeeper several times and he refused to give it to me!"

Wang Zhen thought: Old fox, whether you like to drink this tea or not, just tell me if you have something to ask. Do you think I will ask.

Then Wang Zhen stopped talking.

Cui Bo picked up the teacup again, glanced at Wang Zhen from the corner of his eye, and saw that Wang Zhen had no intention of asking about his purpose.

He thought to himself: As expected of an old fox, pretending to be deep.

"Brother Wang, I came to your house this time to ask you about this snowflake salt that suddenly appeared. What do you think?"

Wang Zhen still had a faint smile on his face, "Oh? I wonder what Brother Cui thinks."

'Hmph, you can't hold your temper. '

"Brother Wang, the appearance of this snowflake salt is very strange. No one knows where it is shipped from. Nearly 7 million kilograms are sold every day."

"And this price seems to be deliberately targeting our previous salt price."

"I guess Brother Wang has also lowered the price of refined salt in the past two days, but this snowflake salt is still 500 wen."

"In the past, the normal price of refined salt was only 180 wen, and coarse salt was 100 wen."

After Cui Bo finished speaking, he looked at Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen did not show any calmness at this time, and nodded and thought.

"Brother Cui is right. This salt shop seems to be bottomless. Where does so much snowflake salt come from?"

"If this person can supply this snowflake salt continuously, as long as he lowers the price, we will lose all our money."

It is also because the nobles are cruel. Whenever there are signs of natural disasters, they will raise the prices of grain and salt in advance.

In order to avoid a sudden surge when natural disasters come and anger Li Shimin.

So this time, the price of refined salt rose from 180 wen to 650 wen.

Unexpectedly, this snowflake salt suddenly appeared on the market, priced at 500 wen.

They had to buy this snowflake salt, otherwise they would not be able to sell a single grain of salt.

But what they didn't expect was that this snowflake salt could not be sold continuously. For six days, nearly 7 million catties a day.

This made them feel very uneasy.

Wang Zhen then asked: "Now, according to Brother Cui's opinion, how should we deal with it?"

After thinking about it, Cui Bo's eyes showed a hint of cruelty and gestured a hand knife.

Since the snowflake salt is constantly being bought, he wants to kill the people in the shop.

Wang Zhen shook his head, "There is only one shopkeeper and a few assistants in this salt shop. There is no point in getting rid of them. Recently, Li Er has arrested spies and the whole city is under martial law, so it is not easy to do it."

Cui Bo listened and thought Wang Zhen's analysis made sense.

"We have to continue to buy this snowflake salt, but, Brother Cui, you and I have limited strength, you can ask someone to help you."

After Wang Zhen finished speaking, he showed Cui Bo,A meaningful smile.

"Hahaha, brother Wang is still thoughtful. Today, I will host other family heads and invite them to Leshan Restaurant for a chat."

Wang Zhen nodded with satisfaction and laughed.

Their idea is very simple. If they die, they will die together. What if they can really buy out the snowflake salt?

Wouldn't it be better!

...

In the imperial study, Li Shimin and others looked at the accounts of the past few days. The national treasury has received more than 5 million guan in the past six days.

I sighed in my heart that Su Chen really didn't brag.

He had said before that within ten days, the national treasury would increase by 7 or 8 million guan.

However, as a spy reported:

More than a dozen family heads of large and small families in Chang'an City gathered in the private room on the third floor of Leshan Restaurant.

Everyone was shocked!

Everything was under Su Chen's control, even the time nodes were almost the same. This young man was so meticulous!

Li Shimin made arrangements immediately.

"Zhijie, Jingde, after the curfew for the next three days, the amount of salt transported to the salt shop will be doubled, and another 30,000 left and right guards will be transferred to speed up the refining of fine salt."

Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong took the order and left quickly.

It's not Su Chen and Li Shimin's fault if the amount of fine salt is not large enough.

That little money is like a drop in the bucket for a family with hundreds of years of financial accumulation!

...

Leshan Restaurant, in the private room on the third floor.

The atmosphere is harmonious, and laughter continues!

"Family heads, when this snowflake salt is sold out, everyone here can sell it in different states and counties without interfering with each other."

"In the future, the price of salt in the Tang Dynasty will be decided by us."

"Hahaha... Let's drink together!"

The family strength of the other small families is far from that of the Five Surnames and Seven Famous Families.

Before, they could only watch them buy a large amount of snowflake salt, and dared not offend the two great families openly. They came to beg with heavy gifts, hoping to participate in the purchase of snowflake salt, but they were not even allowed to enter.

Now, the Wang and Cui families finally gave in, and they could also follow behind to get some soup.

They raised their glasses and said words of gratitude.

They also knew a little about the difficulty of making salt, otherwise, why didn't their families run a salt business?

Even at this time, the newly joined families hoped that the snowflake salt could last for a while.

Let them also have tens of millions of kilograms of snowflake salt in their hands, enough for them to sell for several years.

How many people are there in the Tang Dynasty? Less than 4 million households, how much salt is consumed in a year?

Even if every household pickles pickles and the people hoard a lot of salt.

It will take several years to consume it all.

Patriarch Cui stood up and raised his glass:

"Okay, tomorrow, we will split into the east and west markets and see how much snowflake salt he has. We will buy it all."

"This Patriarch and Patriarch Wang have already discussed that after buying out this snowflake salt, coarse salt and refined salt will be removed from the shelves immediately, and only this snowflake salt will be sold."

"Let's increase the price! We can all make money together!"

After Cui Bo finished speaking, someone immediately followed suit.

"We are grateful to the two Patriarchs for their generosity!"

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