Chapter 1412: Gao Yang

Meanwhile.

Duke Ding's Prefecture.

Gao Yang stood in his small courtyard, dressed in a white robe, his deep gaze fixed on the azure sky, his face full of indifference.

"Now that the news is out, how are the merchants of Changancheng reacting?" Gao Yang asked.

Hearing this, Chen Sheng hurriedly replied.

"Once His Majesty's decree was issued, the entire Changancheng was thrown into an uproar."

"The Shangpin Pavilion was the first to lower prices, dropping by three taels and seven qian within an hour, but the commoners are not buying it."

"Immediately after, dozens of silk shops in the East Market joined forces to lower prices, pushing the price down to eight hundred wen per bolt. This means they lose quite a bit of silver on every bolt sold, but the commoners aren't buying much there either."

"Only a few wealthy aristocratic families have bought a few bolts, seemingly wanting to gamble on His Majesty's future attitude."

Gao Yang was not surprised at all. On the contrary, he said, "Commoners follow the rise and do not follow the fall. The more prices drop, the less they buy. This is perfectly normal."

"But for them, there really aren't any good choices."

"Originally, my suggestion was to increase tariffs by eight hundred wen per bolt, and combined with the quality issues of Zhao Gao, the double blow would cause the price of Zhao Gao to collapse!"

"I didn't expect His Majesty to be even more ruthless, directly ordering that the people of Da Qian are forbidden from wearing Zhao Gao."

Gao Yang sighed.

This is the difference between capital and imperial power.

Gao Yang had ultimately underestimated the terror of the Emperor's will!

This market crash didn't care about the lives of the people at the bottom at all.

Lǜluó couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, will many people go bankrupt this time?"

Gao Yang looked at the kind-hearted Lǜluó, his gaze growing more indifferent. "When it was one tael of silver, they wouldn't sell. At two taels, three taels, they still wouldn't sell."

"At four taels, five taels of silver, they were still fantasizing that it would rise even higher, continuing to hoard Zhao Gao, wanting to reap massive profits!"

"If these people hadn't been so greedy during all that time, they wouldn't have ended up being harvested!"

Lǜluó nodded, looking thoughtful.

After Gao Yang finished speaking, his eyes turned back to Chen Sheng. "How is the matter of the Shu brocade?"

Chen Sheng said, "It has been done according to your instructions, Young Master. We have secretly hoarded quite a lot, just waiting for you to release the news, drive the price up violently, and then sell it to those big merchants to pick up the slack."

"The timing isn't right yet. Wait a little longer," Gao Yang replied.

Lǜluó couldn't help but look deeply at Gao Yang; she hadn't expected him to be so ruthless.

Zhao Gao and Shu brocade were being manipulated in both directions, and he was going to harvest these merchants again!

This method was simply too cruel.

"What about the grain in the Zhao Kingdom? How much have we hoarded?" Gao Yang asked again.

Chen Sheng's eyes flashed with brilliance. "Following your instructions, Young Master, our people entered the Zhao Kingdom half a year ago, even earlier than His Majesty's people."

"According to your instructions, we first bought Zhao Gao on a massive scale. When the price of Zhao Gao skyrocketed, we used the Zhao Gao to trade for grain with those powerful clans."

"The amount of grain we have hoarded now is not a small sum."