The scolding was really harsh.
If another emperor who was not clear-headed saw this, he might be able to have his head removed on the charge of wasting public funds.
Moreover, this supervisory censor is really not an ordinary person, so he can just impeach himself. After all, he is only a sixth-rank official, but Xue Xiang, a dignified second-rank official, is not polite at all?
This is the prerogative of the supervisory censor. If you hear something happen, you will not be held responsible.
Faced with this situation, Han Du had no choice but to defend himself, "Weichen, I admit my guilt. But Weichen really did not waste public funds, let alone collude with the Ministry of Industry."
Lao Zhu also knew that Han Du was not colluding with the Ministry of Industry. He even knew clearly that before this incident, Han Du and the Ministry of Industry did not deal with each other at all.
Therefore, there is no intention to blame Han Du. What happened just now was just a warning to Han Du by raising it high and then lowering it gently.
"Be careful with your money in the future, and don't be extravagant. It's easy to follow the truth." Lao Zhu, who was a little excited just now, calmed down and couldn't help but warn him.
"I obey the order."
Seeing that Han Du had a good attitude, Lao Zhu was in a much better mood.
"What name do you want?" Lao Zhu returned to the topic and brought the topic to the name of the opera house.
Han Du immediately smiled and replied: "Of course it is up to the emperor to decide. This is the first opera house in the Ming Dynasty, so Wei Chen naturally wants a resounding name."
When Lao Zhu heard this, he frowned and asked tentatively: "Just call it Daming Opera House?"
"Ahem, it seems, it's not grand enough." Han Du smiled flatteringly.
Seeing this, Lao Zhu couldn't help but snorted coldly, and asked in a deep voice: "You don't want to call it the Ming Dynasty Royal Opera House, do you?"
"Okay, this is a good name. It's really grand." Han Du immediately danced with joy and repeatedly praised Lao Zhu for his good name.
Different from Han Du's elation, Lao Zhu got angry directly and cursed: "What a fart! Don't think about writing the word "royal" everywhere, royal is not that cheap. Besides, you really don't know, Or are you pretending that you don’t know? Don’t you know what kind of place Jiaofangsi is? Do you think it is appropriate to add the word “royal”? "
The more Lao Zhu spoke, the more profound his tone became. He looked at Han Du with an unkind expression, his eyes glowing coldly.
"Back to the emperor, since the establishment of the Jiaofang Department in the Tang Dynasty, it has been responsible for performing songs and dances for the royal family. It's just..." Han Du didn't dare to say that it was only when he came to your old place that he could perform a good royal song and dance. The performing arts troupe was turned into a brothel.
He said tactfully: "It's only as time went by that the taste gradually changed. Now that Wei Chen is determined to let Jiaofangsi return to Zhengshuo, it would be a good thing if it can happen."
Lao Zhu also knew that what Han Du said was true, and he knew deeply that he was the one who turned Jiaofangsi into a brothel. Thinking of this incident, Lao Zhu couldn't help but blush. At the beginning, I thought I could make money this way. If I had known that Jiaofangsi was like this now, it would be better to keep the status quo.
It was just a name, and Lao Zhu was too lazy to argue with Han Du. Besides, as long as Han Du can send one million yuan to the palace every year in the future, the word "royal" will be added.
He spread out the rice paper himself, picked up the pen, and asked Handu: "How should I write?"
Han Du quickly stepped forward and wrote the words "Da Ming Royal Opera House" on a small piece of paper.
"Just write these few words and that's it."
Lao Zhu glanced sideways, turned around and concentrated on himself, closed his eyes slightly, and pondered for a moment. Suddenly, the words "Da Ming Royal Opera House" were written in one go.
Han Du watched with joy and clapped his hands, "Okay, the emperor's calligraphy is becoming more and more unique. From the perspective of a humble minister, he can rival Wang Xizhi."
"Stop flattering me. I still don't know what my calligraphy says? Take your calligraphy and get out!"
Han Du hugged the words, smiled like a billowing ball, and left mellowly.
Returning to the Jiaofang Department, he summoned Grandma Li again.
Putting the words on Grandma Li's hand, "Find a famous craftsman to make a plaque. In addition, I should make such a thing out of gold, silver and copper foil and engrave the words on it."
Han Du handed the drawn card pattern to Grandma Li.
Grandma Li had no doubts about making the plaque. After all, she had never done anything like this herself, and she had seen others do it.
But she didn't quite understand the card thing. After taking a look, he asked doubtfully: "Sir, are you going to do this on such a big scale?"
"Just do it this big." Han Du nodded.
"How thick should it be made? How much should it be made?" Grandma Li continued to ask.
"Of course it's as thin as it can be." Han Du said without any hesitation. I am here to make money, so naturally the lower the cost, the better. Anyway, when the time comes, this thing will just be used to show off. There is no requirement for quality at all, as long as it is passable.
"Of course, you can make fewer gold foil ones, so a dozen or so will be enough. Make more silver ones, just a hundred. As for the copper ones, let's make ten thousand first."
Gold cards, silver cards, bronze cards, Han Du has no intention of giving out gold cards to too many people. Han Du naturally knows that things are rare and valuable. Of course, another reason is that the cost of gold cards is too high, making it uneconomical to issue too many.
Silver cards can be issued at will, as long as someone pays for them. As for the copper card, it doesn't matter. Anyway, no matter how you issue it, it won't cost much.
But when Nanny Li heard this, her face showed a look of embarrassment. He whispered: "Sir, the thinner this copper foil is, the more valuable it is. Moreover, your needs are too much. I am worried that no matter how many craftsmen are hired, there will be no way to turn 10,000 yuan in a short time." Just knock it out."
"Knocked?" Han Du asked doubtfully, is the copper foil made by knocking?
Seeing Han Du's confusion, Grandma Li thought that the master didn't know how the copper foil was made, so she explained: "Yes, sir. Whether it is copper foil, silver foil, or gold foil, it all depends on the hammer of the craftsman." It was hammered out.”
Hammer after hammer? Is it going to take until the Year of the Monkey to come up with your needs?
After hearing this, Han Du pondered for a moment and made a decision in his heart. Knock, it is impossible to knock. If it really could only be hammered out, then Han Du would have to give up the idea. There is no way, the efficiency of this is too low, the cost is too high, and it is not cost-effective at all.
But fortunately, Handu has a more efficient way.
