Chapter 310

Huang Taiji slowly closed his eyes and said through clenched teeth

"I, Your Majesty, await Mr.'s good news!"

The next three days.

Fan Wencheng locked himself inside his study.

He studied the Great Ming paper currency law day and night, almost without sleep!

Until three days later.

Disheveled, Fan Wencheng finally pushed open the door of his study.

Dorgon had already arrived with the Emperor's dragon carriage, waiting at Fan Wencheng's gate.

"We respectfully request Mr. to board the carriage!"

Fan Wencheng had no time for formalities with Huang Taiji.

He turned and climbed onto the dragon carriage, which immediately raced toward the Dazheng Hall.

Inside the Dazheng Hall.

Fan Wencheng knelt before Huang Taiji.

"Your Majesty, I have not failed your trust—I have found some weaknesses."

Huang Taiji slowly raised his head and asked Fan Wencheng

"Has Mr. found the Method to break the deadlock?"

Fan Wencheng nodded slightly and said

"Yes."

"I have labored day and night and found a possible Method to break the deadlock."

The moment he finished speaking,

Huang Taiji immediately perked up, staring at Fan Wencheng in shock and asking

"Oh? Is Mr. serious?"

Fan Wencheng sneered

"Of course I am!"

"Please, Your Majesty, come closer and observe."

"The Great Ming paper currency law sets one thousand copper coins equal to one baochao note."

"One tael of silver equals one baochao note."

"Four taels of gold equal one baochao note."

"In other words, no matter how silver or gold prices fluctuate, this fixed rate remains unchanged!"

"I believe that if we manipulate this system slightly, we can achieve the effect of a four-liang weight moving a thousand-liang burden, causing the Great Ming's baochao to collapse!"

Upon hearing this,

Huang Taiji immediately turned excited and said to Fan Wencheng

"Please explain in detail!"

171, building confidence is hard, but shattering it is easy!

Fan Wencheng rose on his own and pulled out a memorial from his sleeve.

"Your Majesty, simply put, the baochao is equivalent to gold, silver, and copper."

"Each has its own value."

"But this value is fluid, not fixed."

"As long as the Great Qing possesses any one of these and can disrupt its price,"

"we can throw the Great Ming's paper currency system into chaos!"

"Once the turmoil begins, with the precedent of Hongwu baochao before them, merchants, gentry, and commoners across the land will rush to exchange their notes!"

"Even if the Great Ming has sufficient silver and copper on hand, even if its financial management falters slightly,"

"it will trigger further collapse!"

At this point,

Fan Wencheng's expression became solemn.

Throughout the world, who holds the most silver and copper besides the Great Ming?

Undoubtedly, it is Huang Taiji's imperial treasury!

Over these years, the gold, silver, and copper coins looted from within the pass have piled up in the treasury like mountains!

This is Fan Wencheng's confidence!

Huang Taiji slowly narrowed his eyes and asked Fan Wencheng

"How much silver does Mr. need?"

After a long silence,

Fan Wencheng slowly uttered two words through his teeth.

"All of it!"

Huang Taiji immediately drew a sharp breath.

"Then, if Mr.'s plan succeeds, can it turn the tide for the Great Qing?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Wencheng froze.

Then he smiled bitterly

"Five years!"

"I can secure five years for Your Majesty!"

"At that time, Your Majesty will have one more chance to compete with the Zhu Emperor!"

Fan Wencheng knew that even if he played all his tricks with this scheme.

He feared that he could not truly sever the foundation of Great Ming.

It would be nothing more than buying the Eight Banners a few years of breathing room.

Hearing this,

Huang Taiji's face immediately fell into despair.

Father and son had built their enterprise for thirty years.

In the end, they had merely gained one chance to gamble at the table with the Han people!

And the house was actually Great Ming!

How could Huang Taiji's heart not feel stifled!

After a long while.

Huang Taiji slowly raised his head, staring fiercely at Fan Wencheng and asking,

"I... can I trust Mr.?"

Fan Wencheng remained kneeling on the ground.

"My life and property are entirely in Your Majesty's hands; if Your Majesty wishes to execute me, then execute me, and I will certainly have no complaints!"

As soon as Fan Wencheng finished speaking.

Huang Taiji gritted his teeth and roared low,

"Good!"

"I shall immediately draft an edict: the inner treasury, the state treasury, and the private silver of each banner, Mr. may deploy them all!"

"Your Majesty's great grace of recognition, I will never forget for the rest of my life!"

Fan Wencheng slowly rose from the ground.

When Fan Wencheng left the palace.

He already held an imperial edict in his hand.

Just as he stepped out of the palace gate,

two scribes looked at Fan Wencheng with ingratiating faces and asked,

"Mr. Fan, what shall we do now?"

Fan Wencheng squinted his eyes and said leisurely,

"Find an idle Viceroy Yamen and establish our Great Qing's Precious Note Bureau."

"Tell all the people of the city."