Taking the card pattern back from Grandma Li's hand, Han Du said, "In that case, you don't have to worry about this matter. I will figure it out."
"Yes, sir." Aunt Li said happily, then raised her head and asked, "Do you have any other instructions?"
Han Du thought for a moment and then said, "In addition, you should find some storytellers, give them money, and ask them to help us say good things. Don't be afraid of spending money. Make it a point to ask them to talk more about our opera house. By the way, put Let them spread the word about the fact that we spent 30,000 yuan to build the opera house."
Since 30,000 yuan was spent on building the opera house, it was all impeached before Lao Zhu. Then Handu has nothing to hide. If he vigorously promotes it, maybe he can attract some curious people? After all, after spending so much money to build such a thing, who can not be curious about what it looks like inside?
"Sir, why is this?" As soon as Grandma Li heard the adults say, don't be afraid of spending money, she felt frightened. Because every time an adult says this, a flood of money will be spent.
"You don't have to worry about it, just do it." Han Du waved his hand, not bothering to explain the importance of advertising to Grandma Li.
Grandma Li gritted her teeth and replied in a low voice: "Yes."
He was about to turn around and leave, but Han Du suddenly stopped him, "By the way, you should send out the invitation in my name. The time is set for ten days later, on the fifteenth day of this month, the Jiaofang Secretary Reopening.”
"OK."
...
Han Du arranged a lot of things for Grandma Li, and he hurriedly came to the banknote bureau.
As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted by Mr. Huang.
"Sir, you haven't been here for a long time."
Han Du glanced at him and said angrily: "I have been suspended from duty now, how could I come here without incident?"
Mr. Huang smiled and did not answer. Although your Excellency is now nominally suspended, he is still promoted by the Treasure Bank Promotion Department. If it were another chief officer who was suspended, the people below would definitely be relieved, and even those on duty would feel much relieved.
However, Mr. Huang's feelings were completely different. Since Han Du rarely interfered in the specific affairs below, Mr. Huang did not feel that there was any difference between the adults before the suspension and after the suspension. On the contrary, before the suspension, he could still rely on him when encountering problems, but now he can only rely on himself.
In comparison, it's not as good as before.
Therefore, when Mr. Huang spoke to Han Du, there was a hint of grievance. He wanted the master to come back as soon as possible.
Han Du didn't care about this. He remembered his own affairs and asked, "Where is Heizi? Call him to my officer."
Huang Lao heard Han Du's commanding tone as usual, and the familiar feeling suddenly returned. He immediately replied happily: "Sir, please wait for a moment. I will go find him now."
Han Du walked into his office. Not long after he sat down, Huang Lao and Heizi came hand in hand.
"Sir." Heizi was also excited when he saw Han Du.
Han Du waved his hand to calm him down, and then said: "I have been suspended from duty now. Logically speaking, I shouldn't call you around. But you are the only one who can do this, and I don't have much to worry about. ." Of course, the last time Han Du borrowed 30,000 yuan of treasure money from Xiong Shi, it was not considered a favor, because it had to be paid back after all.
Huang Lao and Heizi both looked solemn after hearing this.
Mr. Huang said in a deep voice: "If your Excellency wants to say this, then you are out of touch. Your Excellency, just give your orders, and I will not give up even if I die."
That's good!
Han Du nodded and told the two of them what he needed. After finishing speaking, Han Du looked up at Heizi and asked, "Can it be done?"
"Don't worry, sir. It will take two days at most and the small one will be made for you." Heizi promised, patting his chest.
"That's good." Han Du nodded and handed the card pattern in his hand to Mr. Huang. "Nothing bothers you, Master. In that case, just take this and have someone make some steel stamps of the words on it."
...
Two days later, Han Du saw what Heizi had made. Two cylindrical cylinders cast from pure steel were polished smooth and evenly, and fixed side by side, leaving only a very thin gap in the middle.
With a wave of Han Du's hand, the red-hot copper plate was clamped by the craftsmen with long pliers and sent towards the gap.
Two people stood far apart on both sides of the cylinder. When the copper plate was delivered to the gap, they began to work together to turn the cylinder vigorously.
The copper plate, which originally became soft under high temperature, instantly turned into a thin layer of copper foil under the squeeze of the two rollers. As the copper foil cooled down, a complete and huge copper foil was displayed in front of everyone.
As soon as I looked at it, I could make a piece of copper foil like rolling out dough, and it was much smoother than the one made with a hammer. Huang Lao and others all looked at each other, but fortunately they had long been accustomed to Han Du's magic. Therefore, no one showed any signs of shouting or yelling.
But an idea came to their minds that the banknote bureau had another way to make a lot of money.
Such a large piece of copper foil needs to be hammered by a coppersmith. Without ten days and a half, the root would not have been made, and it would not have been so good. But how long did it take them just now? It only took a few people to make it in the blink of an eye.
Han Du didn't care what they were thinking. As soon as the copper foil cooled down, he quickly had someone cut it into a piece the size of a card. Put it into the prepared mold, hammer it down, and print the writing on the copper sheet.
Han Du picked up the copper piece and looked at the concave and convex writing on one side, clearly visible, and nodded with satisfaction. "Okay, it's as I thought. It just needs a simple polishing and it's ready for use."
The writing on the copper plate is much simpler than Han Du's original design. That is, the two words "Da Ming Royal Opera House" and "Jiaofang Si Supervisor" are arranged. Handu originally planned to add the date and seat number, but now he found that he would need to make a special mold for each card.
The cost of a mold is higher than the value of the copper card itself. Han Du is mentally ill to do such a loss-making thing. Anyway, it’s just a souvenir that’s the icing on the cake. Why make it so complicated? Just let them show off.
As for it, could someone forge it? Han Du said that they can fake it as they please. Not to mention, there must be a difference between the forged and your own. Once someone discovers it, it will be as embarrassing as a social death scene. Even if someone is really thick-skinned and shows off a fake card everywhere, it will be of great help to promote the opera house.
