Chapter 630

If one were to talk about the wealth Zhang Rang had accumulated over the years, it was probably no less than Liu Hong's.

Zhang Rang's family fortune could not be calculated, but Liu Hong had recorded billions of coins hidden in the Western Garden over the years, tens of thousands of warhorses, and weapons and armor counted in the tens of thousands.

If calculated this way, Zhang Rang's wealth in his hometown was probably more than billions.

Billions of coins!

This was absolutely a massive fortune!

He Lingman said mysteriously: "The wealth Zhang Rang has accumulated in the palace over the years is probably no less than billions of coins."

Duan Yu nodded.

It was no wonder.

No wonder last time He Lingman gave him fifty million coins, and Zhang Rang's son, Zhang Feng, didn't notice a thing.

Fifty million was just a drop in the bucket for Zhang Rang.

"Ever since that person named Zhang Jiao rebelled, there have been people in the court submitting memorials to impeach Zhang Rang every day."

"Zhang Rang is afraid; he is afraid that His Majesty will punish him, so he is desperately asking his son to transfer and hide the money and grain in their hometown."

"But now Yingchuan is full of rebel troops..."

He Lingman paused and said: "With so much money and grain, it is impossible to transport and hide it, and Zhang Rang is worried that this money and grain will be plundered by the rebel troops."

"That is why he told His Majesty to invite you to quell the rebellion."

Duan Yu raised an eyebrow.

So that was it.

If He Lingman hadn't said it, he really wouldn't have thought of this key layer.

That's right.

Zhang Rang's hometown was in Yingchuan.

And currently, the Huang Jin army in Yingchuan was the most numerous and fiercest, besides Jizhou.

Zhang Rang had hidden massive wealth in his hometown; how could the Huang Jin army not have designs on it?

History only recorded that Zhang Rang was eventually forced to jump into the river and commit suicide, but it did not explain what happened to the massive wealth he had accumulated over the years.

In this way, there were only two possibilities for the massive wealth Zhang Rang had accumulated over the years.

One was that it was divided up by the Huang Jin army.

The other was that it was divided up by the local clans in Yingchuan.

In any case, it certainly wouldn't fall into the hands of Zhang Rang's son, Zhang Feng.

When he received Liu Hong's imperial edict in Liangzhou, he knew that Zhang Rang had recommended him.

He also knew that Zhang Rang was worried that Yuan Kui, Yang Ci, and others wanted to take advantage of the Taiping Dao wind to get rid of them.

But he didn't expect that Zhang Rang actually had this layer of intention.

To help him protect the wealth he had accumulated over the years.

Sure enough, quite a calculation.

It seems he really had underestimated Zhang Rang before.

These guys were indeed like the nine bends of the Yellow River; every one of them had hidden agendas in their bellies.

Duan Yu looked at He Lingman.

Since He Lingman said these things, it certainly wasn't on a whim.

Then she...

"You telling me these things, could it be..."

He Lingman smiled charmingly and nodded: "Rather than leaving this money to perhaps be snatched by others, it would be better to let you have it. Anyway, I am already your person."

Good heavens!

Duan Yu exclaimed, "Good heavens."

Is this the power of love?

Last time it was fifty million coins.

This time it was directly a family fortune of billions.

If Zhang Rang knew about this.

"Fifty-fifty split?" Duan Yu asked.

He Lingman smiled shyly and said: "What would I do with so much money? As long as you treat me better in the future... that is better than anything."

As she spoke, He Lingman reached out to grope through the clothes left on the side.

Then she took out a piece of white silk.

"These are the places where Zhang Rang hides money in his hometown; I have already drawn them on here."

"Some are in the old Zhang family mansion, which I saw when I went there before, and some I heard from Zhang Rang's incompetent son, Zhang Feng; I have noted them all down."

Duan Yu looked at the treasure map He Lingman handed over.

At this moment, he didn't know how to describe his mood.

Billions.

This was absolutely a massive fortune among massive fortunes.

The annual profit from his white paper and snow salt production didn't even reach billions.

Just as Duan Yu was daydreaming, suddenly a sound of transmission came from outside.