Forbidden City, Qianqing Palace.
Emperor Jiaqing reviewed the secret documents sent from Thirteenth Line.
After confiscating Heshen's house, he couldn't wait to arrange for people to rectify the Ministry of Internal Affairs, preparing to completely control the Thirteenth Line.
"Wu Bingjun, Pan Shaoguang, Lu Jiguang..."
Every time Emperor Jiaqing read a name, he was shocked by the huge wealth they possessed.
Thirteen lines were Qianlong's personal money bag, and now it was in Jiaqing's hands, but he couldn't control it.
Monopoly groups and collusion between government and businessmen have made the forces behind Thirteen Banks so intricate that Jiaqing even felt that he, the nominal big boss, was not the biggest beneficiary at all.
Rich European businessmen who came to the Forbidden City once said that the richest man in Asia was among the Thirteenth Bank, and the wealth he controlled put King George III to shame.
Jiaqing kept reading the information sent from Niangan. In addition to monopolizing trade between the East and the West, these Thirteenth Bank owners also used their power to facilitate investment everywhere.
Invest in Nanyang, invest in the East India Company, and even invest in the construction of the United States of America on the other side of the ocean...
The more Jiaqing looked, the darker his face became.
"Wow! These people hold the shares of the East India Company, and together they are even the largest shareholder!"
Jiaqing was dumbfounded. He never expected that the treasure Qianlong left him would be a hot potato.
When he saw that Qianlong secretly asked Thirteenth Line to import opium from Bangladesh, he felt his scalp numb and a feeling of nausea and vomiting swept through his body.
Thirteen Lines is making money for the royal family, but I don’t know when it started making dirty money.
But there was no way, "Old Man Shiquan" left with vanity, and who would take the blame?
It can only be carried by Jiaqing.
At this time, several eunuchs came in carrying a bundle of newspapers. One of them saw that Jiaqing's face was not good-looking, and whispered in a high-pitched voice.
"Your Majesty, the Ministry of Internal Affairs sent a batch of newspapers from the south, saying that the situation is urgent."
"Let it go, everyone get out!"
Emperor Jiaqing waved them out, and he began to read newspapers alone. He had read many Western newspapers, all of which were gifts from missions from various countries.
However, the words "Da Ming Pao" at the top of the row made him frown.
In the palace, news about the Ming Dynasty in Australia is not a rare thing. Ministers can always hear about the Ming Dynasty's deeds from foreigners.
Why are they fighting back and forth with the British colonists, and why are they blocked in Xinxiang City by 2,000 British troops...
Everyone just watched it for fun.
After all, the Qing Dynasty was not even willing to send troops to annihilate Can Ming, who could not even raise 2,000 soldiers.
Asking Australia's Ming Dynasty which foreigner was beaten today can be regarded as a reserved part of the court meeting.
When Australia was blocked by the British, the ministers even sighed sadly, saying that the Ming Dynasty, which had provided entertainment for more than a hundred years, was about to disappear.
However, at this time, Jiaqing saw words such as "Great Victory", "110,000 Prisoners", and "Navigation of Nanyang" in the Daming Newspaper.
Jiaqing suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
He pulled out the latest bound volume, opened the catalog, and slid his fingers over the catalog from top to bottom.
It wasn't until Jiaqing saw the summary of the Ming Dynasty's spring offensive in his general remarks that a chill surged into Tianling Gai.
The 32,000-strong 1st Division of the Ming Dynasty's New Army and the 7,000-ton steel giant swept across Australia in one month and annihilated the British Far East Fleet...
"Xiao Lizi, Wei Dabao... Come here! Come here!"
At this moment, Jiaqing felt as if something was blocked in his chest and his breathing was not smooth. He quickly flipped through the Ming Dynasty newspaper with trembling hands, holding on to the desk and breathing heavily.
Over the past few days, Jiaqing has been exhausted mentally and physically from dealing with the mess left by Qianlong.
At this time, after seeing the first fleet of the Ming Navy sailing into Nanyang and receiving news from the British colonies, I felt my blood surge and my vision became blurry.
Xiao Lizi and Wei Dabao hurried in. Seeing Emperor Jiaqing's crumbling appearance, they crawled forward to support him and called to the little eunuch outside to find the imperial doctor.
Two hours later.
After checking the pulse, the old lady doctor gently put Emperor Jiaqing's hand back into the quilt and said warmly: "Your Majesty has been overworking on state affairs, and his body is weak. It's not a serious problem. I'll just prescribe a prescription to nurse him back to health for a while."
Then, the old doctor talked about some daily dietary precautions and withdrew under the weak gaze of Emperor Jiaqing.
The ministers in the room breathed a sigh of relief, bowed their hands to express their gratitude to the imperial doctor, and then all looked at Emperor Jiaqing and the newspaper on the stool beside the bed.
"Look... let's take a look."
Emperor Jiaqing snorted, turned around slightly and changed into a comfortable position, leaving the backs of the ministers behind.
With Emperor Jiaqing's permission, the gray-haired Liu Yong opened the newspaper tremblingly.
Just one glance almost made him lose his temper.
The 81-year-old Liu Yong was in his old age, but he was recalled to the palace by Jiaqing, thinking that something big had happened.
From this point of view, it is indeed a big deal, and it is a big deal.
The Ming Dynasty won the war against the British. Whether it was the army or the navy, the terrifying combat effectiveness was vividly demonstrated.
Especially the large number of photos taken by the Ministry of Ming Dynasty.
From training, military parade, marching, combat...all aspects have shown the world the combat effectiveness of the army in the new era.
The huge hull of the Dingyuan is like a steel fortress on the sea.
The firepower projection of the night battle with the British army, the entire night was illuminated by the exploding fire into daylight, and the dense bullets were like a net...
Liu Yong stared and was about to fall backwards. Wang Shaolan had quick eyes and quick hands to support him.
"Xiang Liu, be careful!"
"Master Wang, you shouldn't... worry... about my old bones, you should worry about me Da Qing!
This Ming Dynasty is... going to... want to pierce the sky, ahem~"
Wang Shaolan saw Liu Yong's face wrinkled and looking like he was about to expire. His heart tightened. He took the newspaper and then stood unsteadily.
The other ministers also started to support various furniture in the room one by one.
Emperor Jiaqing turned around at some point, looked at the ministers' performance with disgust, and made sarcastic remarks.
"Liu Xiang stayed at home and never heard what was going on outside the window. I have no doubt that Liu Aiqing was frightened.
But what are you pretending to be, you tough-bodied ministers? I am not the late emperor, and I have not yet reached the stage of mediocrity! "
Jiaqing was in full swing. Although Qianlong had just left, no matter how bad he was, he should take the royal family's face into consideration, and he should not criticize Qianlong in front of the ministers.
However, Jiaqing couldn't bear it anymore.
"Now Australia has become the back garden of the Ming Dynasty, and Nanyang is also under the power of the Ming Dynasty's naval guns. You are still here to perform for me!
Do you really know nothing? Are your hands really clean?
The problem of money and food shortages in various places has not been solved, and the weapons and weapons in various places are extremely poor. Don't you know that the Beijing camp is holding a rusty iron knife?
If we leave it alone and wait for the Ming Dynasty to occupy Nanyang and cut off the trade between the East and the West, will the Thirteenth Line survive?
I want to ask you, do you have to wait until Ming Dynasty comes back to end these boring power struggle tricks? "
The ministers were startled and tidied up their messy official uniforms angrily.
Emperor Jiaqing has been very subtle, just telling these ministers who are related to the Thirteenth Line to understand the seriousness of the matter.
They can make money by relying on the Thirteen Banks' monopoly on trade.
Now the Ming Dynasty is about to occupy Nanyang. If the trade of the Thirteen Lines is intercepted by the Ming Dynasty navy, the consequences will be disastrous.
You know, the Manchu Qing Dynasty can no longer collect much tax revenue, and it all relies on tax subsidies from the Thirteenth Bank.
The hole in front hasn't been filled yet, and it's about to explode.
As for He Shen’s assets that were copied?
Sorry, most of this is from internal funds. It is Emperor Jiaqing's private money.
These feudal emperors clearly distinguished between public and private money.
"Let's talk about it, what should we do?"
