Chapter 278: You Use This to Test Me, How Could I Possibly Withstand the Test?

"Seventy thousand taels. A catty of pork only costs one fen of silver. One tael of silver is one hundred catties of pork. Seventy thousand taels is seven million catties of pork! A pig is only three hundred catties. Wang Qian spent the money of twenty thousand pigs alone! What kind of 'eating away the mountain' is that? That's a silver mountain, a silver mountain that can't be spent in a lifetime!" Zhu Yijun was extremely angry!

Wang Qian was truly from a wealthy family. He had actually spent seven million catties of pork to buy off the Sujing Ascetic's personal maid. A maid only cost three or four taels of silver. Seventy thousand taels could have bought over twenty thousand maids!

Talking about "eating away the mountain"! It was clearly a silver mountain!

"Your Majesty, should this be reimbursed, or not?" Zhang Hong looked at the extremely angry Emperor, who was even calculating the accounts in an extremely strange way, and asked with trepidation.

Zhu Yijun took a deep breath, looked sharply at Zhang Hong, and said: "Reimburse him! Reimburse! It's simply unbelievable. Having spent so much money, when you raid Wang Xiangu's house, make sure you raid it thoroughly. Don't leave even a li of silver. That's my money!"

"Seventy thousand taels to handle such a big case—well, spend a little if you have to. We can't let Wang Qian always pay out of his own pocket to do work."

Zhang Hong could see that the Emperor was truly a bit angry. The silver spent was indeed a bit too much. He thought for a moment and said: "Isn't the Wang family's money also rewarded by Your Majesty? Even the Wang family's lives were given by Your Majesty. Spending a little is actually normal."

Zhu Yijun took a deep breath, calmed his restless heart, and said to Zhang Hong and Feng Bao: "If you perform a merit, you must be rewarded; if you make a mistake, you must be punished. The Teacher told me that clear rewards and punishments are good for both the monarch and the subjects. If the monarch is not a monarch and the subject is not a subject, the names will be in chaos, and the world will be in chaos. Therefore, the Teacher adheres to the way of a subject, and I naturally must practice the way of a monarch."

"Reimburse him, and continue this in the future. All cases will be treated this way."

"This servant obeys the decree." Zhang Hong and Feng Bao bowed to receive the decree. This was the Emperor's way of a monarch, which included Zhang Juzheng's education, and of course, the Emperor's own character. The Emperor had always been like this—spend when you should, save when you should. He had never hesitated when he should spend money. Of course, the heartache was real heartache.

That was seventy thousand taels of white, shining silver.

"Your Majesty, Wang Wang Cifu Chonggu submitted a memorial saying that this silver doesn't need to leave the palace. He wants to invest a share in Your Majesty's maritime opening investment in the Southern Yamen. If Your Majesty needs money, he can 'destroy his home and exhaust his wealth' to provide aid." Feng Bao's expression was strange.

Zhu Yijun sneered and said: "He's thinking beautifully! He's playing the idea of money rolling in money on me? Let him invest himself!"

"Your Majesty, he can't," Feng Bao whispered.

"That's true, he can't." Zhu Yijun was startled, then came to his senses. Wang Chonggu truly couldn't. He had previously colluded with the Hu people, and after the late Emperor opened the Northwest tribute market, he sold everything. This was Wang Chonggu's fatal weakness, so he couldn't get involved in the maritime opening. The mouths of the remonstrating officials were knives that killed people. Wang Chonggu couldn't afford to carry the charge of colluding with the Wa again. At that time, I'm afraid even the Emperor's leniency couldn't save Wang Chonggu.

Moreover, the Emperor hadn't dealt with the remonstrating officials who knelt at the palace gate. Wang Chonggu already understood the Emperor's bottom line. He was at most an Yan Song—use him when he is useful, dismiss him when he is not. That was Wang Chonggu's positioning. Zhang Juzheng was the Grand Tutor and Imperial Teacher, the Emperor's teacher; his positioning was completely different.

"How much does he have?" Zhu Yijun tapped the table and asked.

Feng Bao extended one finger.

"One million taels?" Zhu Yijun guessed a number.

Feng Bao shook his head.

"Am I a child? I have to guess!" Zhu Yijun looked at Feng Bao's deliberately profound appearance, felt a bit dissatisfied, and tapped the table. Zhao Mengyou immediately stepped forward and, with two Embroidered Uniform Guards, held Feng Bao down.

Feng Bao was terrified and hurriedly said: "Ten million silver! Wang Wang Cifu said he has ten million silver. He would be embarrassed to speak if it were less than that."

"Clatter!" Feng Bao fell to the ground.

The two Embroidered Uniform Guards holding Feng Bao were dumbfounded. Even the guards, who had undergone professional etiquette training, were shocked.

The little Emperor had scrimped and saved for five years to save ten million silver, and Wang Chonggu had directly smashed ten million silver into the little Emperor's face, telling the little Emperor that money was something the Ming court just didn't have.

"No, where did he get so much money? Six years ago, Wang Chonggu almost sold his ancestral home to scrape together two million. How could he suddenly take out so much silver? The official factories only have that much capacity. The six-volume accounts are all correct. Did he loot so much from the Great Construction and the official factories?" Zhu Yijun was numb; this was simply too much.

Zhu Yijun knew what the concept of so much money was. It was the Ming's military expenditure for a year!

During the Chongzhen period, the Chongzhen Emperor and Empress Zhou scrimped and saved, even drinking thin porridge in the palace, to scrape together seventy thousand taels of silver for Sun Chuanting, allowing Sun Chuanting to organize the famous Qin army of the late Ming.

Zhu Yijun felt seventy thousand taels was a lot, truly a lot, but it was still within the acceptable range. But this ten million taels of silver at once was simply too shocking. No matter how much Wang Chonggu took from the top and bottom, he shouldn't have been able to get so much.

Feng Bao bowed his head and said: "It's not Wang Wang Cifu's own family money. Wang Wang Cifu only has 1.5 million silver in total. The rest is the money of those powerful and wealthy people under the wings of the Jin Party, all kept with Wang Wang Cifu. Previously, it was all invested in fine-spun wool. Now that the risk of fine-spun wool is getting higher and higher, Wang Qian and Wang Chonggu, father and son, have cashed it out."

"So that's how it is." Zhu Yijun understood.

The Jin Party was defined by Zhu Yijun as a "clan party." Just the twenty-four families of Zhang Siwei's crazy clan had been raided for over two million taels of silver. The Jin Party was a collective of interests composed of high-ranking court officials, local officials, gentry, and wealthy merchants from beginning to end. The liquidation of Zhang Siwei was not only driven by the Emperor and Zhang Juzheng, but also by the internal liquidation of the Jin Party itself.

Zhang Siwei was truly too dangerous. The Ming was not at the end of its rope. The last "Sima Zhao" who was so blatant had already been nailed to the pillar of shame in history. Everyone called Sima Zhao by his name directly. "Sima Zhao's heart is known to everyone on the road" had even become a proverb. It was a great shame that the name of an emperor was rarely mentioned, while the Grand Ancestor Emperor of the Jin dynasty had done this to such an extent.

The Grand Ancestor Emperor of the Jin dynasty was Sima Zhao.

Zhang Siwei's end came not only from the Emperor's will but also from the will of the compromise faction of the Jin Party. Wang Chonggu was the representative of the compromise faction. It was normal for him to hold so much wealth.

"Can I directly confiscate this silver? So much silver, and it's all ready-made silver!" Zhu Yijun tapped the table. Feng Bao and Zhang Hong were truly pale with fright. Their Emperor was too jumpy. Wang Chonggu taking out this silver was to solve the court's urgent needs.

Zhu Yijun's maritime opening investment indeed needed more silver to incubate the great cause of maritime opening.

Wang Chonggu taking out this sum of silver was already loyal to the monarch and the country, loyal to His Majesty, even daring to hand over his private wealth to the Emperor. "Body of the country" meant the spirit of invigorating the country. As a result, the greedy little Emperor was actually planning to "sweep the grass and beat the rabbits"—not only not sharing the profits but even planning to confiscate the principal.

"I was just saying that. A person without trust cannot stand. Wang Wang Cifu used so much silver to test me, how could I possibly withstand the test?" Zhu Yijun waved his hand and said: "Oh my, that's it then. Give them dividends, give them dividends! Sigh, ten million. Why am I an emperor and not a prince? If I were a prince, I could have directly robbed them."

"Let the Prince of Lu rob them? Just say it was all squandered by him. This idea is actually not bad."

Feng Bao looked at Zhang Hong, and Zhang Hong looked at Feng Bao. They stared at each other. Both of them had already conceived the idea of resigning. If they continued to work, they were afraid they would be cut into ten thousand pieces by the Jin Party, and their evil names would last forever.

Feng Bao still had some political pursuits. After all, helping Zhang Juzheng toss about the New Deal, he could still get a mixed evaluation in the future. If it went on like this, he was afraid he would become a treacherous official like Wang Zhen. Feng Bao was unwilling to be Wang Zhen.

"Add me to it." Zhang Hong would rather go die.

These dog court officials, talking about "restoration," "law above the three generations," and "mourning periods"! Now, Zhang Juzheng was gone. Who would manage this little Emperor? Look at what kind of monster has been released!

"Forget it, forget it." Zhu Yijun calculated that it wasn't worth it for ten million silver. Feng Bao wasn't worth ten million silver, but his life as an Emperor was worth much more than ten million silver. If Feng Bao fell because of such a matter, the palace order that had been built up with such difficulty would leak like a sieve again.

Feng Bao wasn't considered bad. Compared to Wang Zhen, he could be called a "virtuous eunuch"!

If Zhu Yijun destroyed the palace order he had built up with such difficulty because of silver, wouldn't he be even worse than Ming Yingzong Zhu Qizhen? That was the bottom line.

"Your Majesty is wise." Feng Bao and Zhang Hong breathed a long sigh of relief. They thanked the Emperor for his grace of not killing them.

"Is this Wang Wang Cifu not afraid that I will lose all their money? Can they still run into the Imperial Palace and ask me to collect debts? Investment has risks, and one must be cautious when entering the market." Zhu Yijun was somewhat puzzled that Wang Chonggu was so bold and daring to hand over so much money to him. This was ten million taels. Even if the Emperor didn't deliberately eat this meat bun, what if he lost money?

One must know that the Emperor was only sixteen years old, had not yet married, and was "young and inexperienced." Wang Chonggu could have completely found a broker or buyer instead of finding him, the "young and immature" Emperor.

Feng Bao thought for a moment and said: "This servant thinks that Wang Wang Cifu's decision was made after careful consideration. The Jin merchants themselves are powerful and wealthy people with regional, privileged economies formed after the Longqing Peace Talks and the Altan Khan tribute. They started from a privileged economy, so they naturally resort to privilege."

The Jin Party's privileged economy relied on the court's decrees to monopolize border trade for profit. Starting from a privileged economy, they would subconsciously continue to bet on the privileged economy. This was a path dependency. The act of jumping out of the comfort zone was a breakthrough for an individual, but for these wealthy merchants, it was a risk.

And now, the greatest privilege was the Emperor himself, and the maritime opening had indeed brought rich and huge profits.

"Secondly, Wang Wang Cifu and the others are Jin merchants. In the Southern Yamen, there are Hui merchants, Zhe merchants, and merchants from Lianghuai, Fujian, and Liangguang competing with them. They ran to other people's territory to grab other people's business. Naturally, they would be resisted by local merchants. Regional merchant groups are a very common phenomenon in this era, and they will last for hundreds of years. Finding a broker or buyer is unreliable, and there is no opportunity." Feng Bao believed this was the second reason for Wang Chonggu's decision.

The Emperor's ten-million-tael investment in the Southern Yamen was grabbing food from other people's hands. The gentry and wealthy merchants of the Southern Yamen were also jackals and tigers. The regional nature of regional merchant groups in this era was the most distinct feature. The Jin merchants in the Northwest found it difficult to find a suitable breakthrough, and the Emperor's investment was the best breakthrough. They gave the money to the Emperor, and the investor was still the Emperor himself.

If the gentry and wealthy merchants of the Southern Yamen resisted, that would be resisting the imperial decree.

"Actually, when all is said and done, this servant thinks that the reason Wang Wang Cifu did this is still because Your Majesty is truly very good at making money." Feng Bao said his third guess, which was also the most important thing: the Emperor had his own way of making money.

The star products of the Imperial Manor included ergonomic armchairs, as well as ambergris, glassware, and other strange objects. The handling fee for the Yanxing Pavilion was simply extracting transaction tax. Those who were clamoring for fine-spun wool were rushing to send money!

One must note that the woolen official factory was the Ming Emperor's own handiwork. The supervisor was indeed Wang Chonggu, but this business was also a privileged economy.

After Wang Chonggu blocked the holes in Xuan-Da and returned to the capital, the Emperor gave Wang Chonggu three things: the first was a wool pusher, the second was a wool brush board, and the third was the old official documents of the Hu Yuan court, mainly regarding the processing of wool, such as fermentation and cleaning with urine, the white powder sent to the official factory, and the white clay from Taotu Mountain—all were the Emperor's grace.

And the main reason why other luxury households competed to imitate but couldn't succeed was also related to the word "privilege."

Wang Chonggu's family was still presiding over the privileged economy. The profit distribution of the wool official factory was that Wang Chonggu himself took one-tenth, the Jin Party took one-tenth, the Emperor took three-tenths, and the court took five-tenths. If Wang Chonggu, the Jin Party, and the court were viewed as a whole, this was a three-seven split between internal and external accounts, which conformed to the rules set by the Daoist master back then.

However, Zhu Yijun himself had his own way of making money. The transaction tax of the Yanxing Pavilion's Trading House had hard-extracted more than one-tenth of the profit. Gnawing on this rich mine of wealthy merchants was simply too fragrant!

Feng Bao summarized three reasons: the first was the inertia of the privileged economy, the second was the terrifying advantage of the privileged economy under the imperial system (competition was not regional disadvantage competition but privileged advantage competition), and the third was that human effort was the decisive factor—the Emperor himself was truly good at making money, and the world recognized it. Where was Wang Chonggu a minister who amassed wealth and profit? In terms of amassing wealth and profit, who could compare to the little Emperor?

The little Emperor's stinginess made even the Grand Minister of Works Wang Guoguang and Zhang Xueyan marvel. The newly appointed Minister of Revenue Zhang Xueyan, who was handling the Emperor's wedding, was numb. It wasn't that the Ming didn't have such a frugal yet capable-of-spending emperor—for example, the Ming Chengzu Wen Emperor was very good at making money and very good at spending it.

"Hmm, go summon Wang Wang Cifu for an audience. I will explain it to him personally. If money is lost, don't come looking for me for trouble, don't come looking for me to collect debts." Zhu Yijun asked Feng Bao to summon Wang Chonggu, which meant he had agreed to the matter.

"Luo Rufang is a typical scholar, looking forward and backward, wanting to resist the New Deal but not daring to carry it through to the end." Zhu Yijun looked at the file and said very firmly to Zhang Hong. Luo Rufang displayed the weakness of a scholar.

The weakness and compromise of Ming scholars were not just Luo Rufang, but also the Kong family of the Duke Yansheng.

The Duke Yansheng's mansion: when the Hu Yuan came, they surrendered to the Hu Yuan, adding the title of "Grand Master of Confucian Studies" to Kublai Khan, who couldn't speak Han Chinese very well. When the Tatars came, they surrendered to the Tatars, directly shaving their hair into a queue and kneeling to welcome the Regent Prince Dorgon. When the Germans came, they surrendered to the Germans, directly letting the portrait of the German Emperor enter their mansion for worship. If it weren't for Old Chiang taking the Duke Yansheng to Wuhan and then to Chongqing, the Duke Yansheng would probably have surrendered to the Wa pirates too.

This was the character of the Duke Yansheng. He was a tool of rule for successive dynasties, grateful to the Hu Yuan, Tatars, and Germans, but to the Ming, a legitimate Han dynasty, the Duke Yansheng believed that the Zhu family of Fengyang were "upstarts."

The world was the Zhu family's world, but it was also the world of the people of the Ming. However, the Duke Yansheng narrowly defined the world as the Zhu family's world, using the "upstart" label to weaken the centripetal force of the Ming's rule. For the Ming Emperor's Zhu family, this Duke Yansheng became exceptionally annoying. Ming Yingzong Zhu Qizhen didn't even give the Duke Yansheng a good look. Except for Ming Xiaozong, Ming emperors basically didn't give the Duke Yansheng a good look.

The Duke Yansheng was a Duke, and logically speaking, he was "super-rank," but the Ming's Duke Yansheng was second-rank, not super-rank.

During the Wanli period, the Emperor even practiced the principle of "the world is for all" with his own body.

During the Wanli period, the imperial clan below the rank of Commandery Prince didn't even get their stipends and had to find their own way to make a living. Below the rank of Commandery Prince, they didn't even issue clan records. If you said you were a Ming imperial clan member, you didn't even have a certificate of identity, and without identity, you had no special privileges in justice, taxation, or livelihood. Above the rank of Commandery Prince, various treatments for the imperial clan were also reduced.

What role Zhang Juzheng played in the abolition of the Liao Prince's fiefdom was in the past, but Zhang Juzheng's harshness toward the imperial clan was a solid present. In the original history, when Zhang Juzheng was liquidated by the Wanli Emperor, the imperial clan members were also the ones stirring up trouble.

Was the world only the Zhu family's world? At least during the Wanli period, it wasn't just like that.

The Duke Yansheng was the representative of Confucianism, and his weakness and compromise were manifested vividly. Luo Rufang was also a scholar, and he was sufficiently weak and sufficiently compromising, fully embodying what it meant to be "afraid of wolves in front and tigers behind."

Luo Rufang wanted to oppose Zhang Juzheng but didn't dare to be blatant. He wanted to engage in conspiracies but didn't dare to carry them through to the end. He just helped out and provided convenience for those desperate people to enter the capital. Luo Rufang actually didn't have much ability. In the Xishan assassination case, Luo Rufang wasn't a key criminal; at most, he was an accomplice.

The principal offenders were still Wang Xiangu and the Sujing Ascetic.

"Luo Rufang is a typical example of 'having no capacity to tolerate people and no guts to rebel.' He's not even as good as Zhang Siwei. Zhang Siwei at least dared to bet his nine generations to fight Zhang Juzheng." Zhang Hong could understand the weakness the Emperor spoke of. In fact, it was just that there were too many shackles on his body, and he couldn't place his bets without any scruples.

Zhu Yijun sneered and said: "Zhang Siwei was just stupid."

"Your Majesty, should we close the net?" Zhao Mengyou asked, bowing his head. According to the confession of the Sujing Ascetic Su Quan, the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi" group had over three thousand believers, of which over fifteen hundred were core clergy. In a population of one million, this proportion wasn't high, because the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi" group was a regional evil organization, and their great cause of preaching in the capital was still being planned slowly.

"Close it! Close the passes for three days, make arrests and capture them. Let the Commander take Luo Bingliang, Zhao Zhenyu, and the others to practice their skills. This time, let them participate in the action. I want to see their quality." Zhu Yijun nodded and said calmly: "First break one arm of the 'Zhixing Zhixing Heyi' group and see their reaction."

"This servant obeys the decree!" Zhao Mengyou was overjoyed. He had thought the Emperor still wanted to settle things peacefully. After all, the Great General Qi Jiguang had not yet returned to the capital, and everything was based on stability. But the Emperor had decided to close the net, capturing everyone Su Quan had confessed to, at least capturing all the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi" group in the capital region first.

Pressing step by step, arching an inch every day, testing the reaction of the "Zhixing Zhixing Heyi" group bit by bit. If they were truly just a facade, then he would use thunderous force to capture them completely.

This was the Ming Emperor—as fast as the wind, as slow as the pine.

Closing the passes for three days and conducting a massive search for evil spirits—Zhu Yijun could not tolerate the Sujing Ascetic daring to come to the capital to slap his face. If he didn't cut off this arm, these gentry and powerful people in the Southern Yamen would probably think Zhu Yijun was a benevolent monarch!

Wang Chonggu soon entered the palace and had an audience with His Majesty at the Baoqi Office.

"Wang Cifu, I want to close the passes and conduct a massive search for rebels in the capital region. I wonder what the Wang Cifu thinks?" Zhu Yijun asked for the Wang Cifu's opinion. Since the First Assistant Lu Diaoyang didn't provide opinions, Zhu Yijun could only ask Wang Chonggu.

It wasn't that Lu Diaoyang had no opinion; his primary task in the court was to ensure the implementation of the New Deal. He wasn't Zhang Juzheng and couldn't have it all. He had to make trade-offs. If the Emperor didn't intend to continue the New Deal, Lu Diaoyang would exert his strength. The Emperor's will to push the New Deal was even firmer than Zhang Juzheng's, so Lu Diaoyang didn't need to express his opinion.

"Add two more days and search for spies and agents?" Wang Chonggu gave his own idea. After the great victories at Huining Guard and Yingchang, the Northern Hu spies inquiring about the strength of the capital camp had increased. Since the passes were to be closed, they might as well handle it together. The capital region was the first important town in the North. Closing the passes was a major matter. It wasn't worth it just to catch spies, but adding the capture of rebels made it worth the great mobilization.

As the Minister of Justice, Wang Chonggu also had to fulfill his duties.

"Wang Wang Cifu has a submissive heart, but this ten million silver—I have compensated the Wang Cifu, how should I explain it?" Zhu Yijun was still somewhat wary of this ten million silver. This was a joint business venture. If it made money, it was fine, but if it lost money, it would be a discord between monarch and minister. Zhu Yijun protecting Wang Chonggu's life was actually not intending to pursue the Jin Party too much, stopping at the sign of Zhang Siwei.

"This is actually the 'life-buying money' of the Jin Party. Whether it loses or makes money, it is all 'life-buying money' offered to Your Majesty." Wang Chonggu chose to be direct. Giving the Emperor ten million silver as pocket money, and having no more rebellious cases, the old accounts shouldn't be turned over again. The Emperor didn't want to pursue it too much and cause the gentry of the Northwest to collude with Altan Khan. The compromise and offering faction of the Jin Party, represented by Wang Chonggu, was also afraid of the Emperor turning over old accounts. After all, the old accounts didn't look good.

The little Emperor was not the kind of monarch who needed to guess the imperial will. He was easy to understand. Under the condition that the general goal of reviving the Ming and making the Ming great again was consistent, His Majesty was willing to suffer a little grievance. He could suffer a little grievance, but he could not be ridden on the Emperor's head. That wasn't a grievance; it was humiliation.

The little Emperor's style of speaking was very similar to Zhang Juzheng's—both were direct, didn't play word games, and didn't guess riddles. When speaking to the Emperor, Wang Chonggu chose to speak the truth directly and take fewer detours.

This was "life-buying money." It would be best if the Emperor confiscated it directly. The Shanxi gentry could breathe a sigh of relief. The Emperor's reputation was excellent. If he said he would kill your whole family, even the ants would be cut in half vertically. If he said he would spare your life, he wouldn't pursue it too much as long as you didn't commit a principled mistake.

"It's better not to confiscate it. My signboard is still very valuable." Zhu Yijun looked at Wang Chonggu and said: "If money is lost, you can't blame me. This is a gamble. If you lose, you must admit defeat. If you get anxious, I will go complain to the Qi Commander."

"Your Majesty has always said that money will be lost, but in my opinion, Your Majesty will definitely make money. In the way of invigorating profit, no one can compare to Your Majesty." Wang Chonggu had full confidence in the Emperor. This little Emperor was too bizarre and too good at making money. Wang Chonggu had never seen anyone better at making money than this master.

In the way of invigorating profit, there must be people more talented than the Emperor, but there was definitely no one with the Emperor's power. Among those with power, the Emperor was the most talented one.

If the Daoist master had the little Emperor's ability, he wouldn't have racked his brains for a bit of silver.

"If money is lost, you can't get anxious. Wang Wang Cifu, you must write a note!" Zhu Yijun thought about it and decided to write an investment contract himself, clarifying that this investment was a voluntary act. If money was lost, one absolutely could not get anxious. If one got anxious, he would suppress them.

Wang Chonggu thought about it and bowed: "This servant can write a note."

It was originally "life-buying money." If there were dividends, it would be a huge profit. If it was lost, it was lost. This note was good for both sides.

Even if money was truly lost, it wouldn't cause any embarrassment. It was also a life-saving talisman for the Jin merchants. The merchants and gentry of the Jin Party were actually very afraid that the Emperor would continue to bite along the line of Zhang Siwei. At that time, they would have to pay the silver even if they didn't want to, and they would even lose their lives.

After all, the Emperor truly killed people like hemp.

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"Your Majesty keeps saying you'll lose money, but in my view, Your Majesty will certainly make a profit. In the way of generating wealth, there is no one who can surpass you." Wang Chonggu was full of confidence in the Emperor. This little Emperor is too bizarre and too good at making money; Wang Chonggu has never seen anyone more capable of earning wealth than this master.

In the way of generating wealth, there are certainly people more gifted than the Emperor, but they certainly do not have the Emperor's power. Among those with power, the Emperor is the most gifted one.

If the Daoist master had even a fraction of the little Emperor's ability, he wouldn't have had to rack his brains for a bit of silver.

"If you lose, you cannot lose your temper. Second Grand Secretary Wang, you must sign a promissory note!" Zhu Yijun thought for a moment and decided to write an investment contract in his own hand, clarifying that this investment was a voluntary act. If money is lost, one absolutely cannot lose their temper; if they do, they will be suppressed.

Wang Chonggu thought for a moment, bowed his head, and said, "This subject can sign the note."

It was originally money to buy one's life; if there are dividends, one can make a bloody profit, and if it's lost, then it's lost. This note is good for both sides.

If money is truly lost, it won't cause any embarrassment, and it is also a life-saving talisman for the Jin merchants. The merchants and gentry of the Jin Party are actually very afraid that the Emperor will continue to bite down along the line of Zhang Siwei. By then, this silver would have to be handed over even if they didn't want to, and they would lose their lives as well.

After all, the Emperor truly kills like he is mowing grass.

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