The private room next door.
Wang Jiadong had a drink with three businessmen who were also born in Tianjin. They are very elegant, and their entourage includes not only strong domestic slaves, but also beautiful maidservants.
The maids serve the wine and the domestic slaves guard them.
Next to her, Xiao Taohong was sitting on a stool, playing and singing with her pipa in her arms. The old man stood with his head held high.
Wang Jiadong and others had been eating for a while, and after drinking too much, their brains became hot and they began to speak indiscriminately.
Wang Jiadong blushed, stuck out his tongue, held the wine glass and said, "Brothers, you are all thanks to me this time."
"That's right. It's all thanks to Brother Wang."
"Thanks to Brother Wang, we will continue to have such good things in the future. Please don't forget us, Brother Wang."
The three people at the table were chatting, holding wine glasses and clinking glasses with Wang Jiadong, full of flattery.
Although they are all Tianjin businessmen.
But financial resources vary from big to small.
When Wang Jiadong claimed that he had a millionaire just now, he was not bragging, he was even being modest. The Wang family's various assets such as fields, shops, and merchant ships in various places in Beizhili may add up to more than one million.
The three of them are also big businessmen, but compared with Wang Jiadong, they pale into insignificance.
This time, Wang Jiadong took the lead. Together they made a big deal and made a lot of money.
This is the God of Wealth, so he needs to be flattered.
Wang Jiadong drank this glass of wine and became more and more proud. Putting down the wine glass, he hugged the pretty maid next to him, sat in his arms, and said, "Speaking of which, this time the imperial court is the God of Wealth."
The pretty maid wanted to refuse but greeted Wang Jiadong with her pink fist, her sweet voice saying no.
Wang Jiadong put his hand into her arms and began to molest her in public. While he said proudly: "This year's grain harvest will be bumper, and the grain is worthless."
"Grain. It's big business everywhere. We big grain merchants buy grain in places where grain is abundant and transport it to places where food is scarce. Once it changes hands, we make a lot of money."
"Now that the entire Hebei province has a bumper grain harvest, business has become harder to do."
"There's no shortage of food anywhere."
"The critical moment. Our Emperor took action and purchased grain from the private sector. Stabilizing grain prices. The price was still high. Haha."
"We get the news first, buy grain from farmers and small households at low prices, and then sell it to the court at high prices. Tsk tsk tsk."
"Not only is the business simple, but it's also easy to sell. The imperial court. The emperor. Real money and silver, nothing can be deceived."
"Hahaha."
At this point, Wang Jiadong couldn't help laughing.
To do business, you need to have a flexible mind.
He doesn't have any good or bad feelings towards the Han Dynasty, just so-so. But now, he likes the Han Dynasty.
In the Chu State, the imperial court would not purchase grain at high prices when there was a bumper harvest and low prices hurt farmers.
Farmers have a bumper harvest and are having a hard time.
In times of disaster, people sell their fields and children.
Great Han Dynasty.
Mingjun, the emperor of the Han Dynasty. Money from the state treasury and internal funds was spent, and the price of food was raised abruptly.
We also made a lot of money, which was really cool.
"Who says it's not the case? The Emperor Mingjun is our food, clothing and parents."
"From now on, I will be a loyal minister of the Han Dynasty. If anyone says something wrong with the Han Dynasty, I will fight with him."
"Hahaha."
The three people at the table also laughed and talked to each other.
Even the maids and house slaves next to them started laughing.
Wang Jiadong moved his hands up and down the maid in his arms. He gradually began to react and became more arrogant. He said, "This great emperor of ours is the one who has been taken advantage of."
"I heard. He opened a large textile workshop outside the palace. He let the eunuchs and eunuchs weave and make money. He was really a barefoot peasant and had no respect for dignity. How can any emperor let the maids and eunuchs weave and make money? "
"How can all the people in the world not despise him?"
"I also heard that the emperor's food and clothing in the harem were very simple. The emperor was a big ricer, and meat was indispensable for every meal. But it was just ordinary meat such as mutton, duck, chicken, and pork."
"It's nothing like us. We eat delicacies from the mountains and seas every day. Shark's fin, abalone. If we're in a good mood, we'll slaughter cattle and eat some soy sauce beef or something."
"Does the emperor dare to eat it? It's expensive. Especially the cattle. One cattle is worth ten strong laborers. He doesn't dare."
"Being an emperor, we are not as free as we are."
"And the money he saved didn't end up in our pockets? If he wasn't taken advantage of, what was he?"
His words became more and more arrogant, but everyone present was drunk and extremely courageous, so they continued to flatter him.
As for the domestic slaves and maidservants, they didn't know what was right or wrong, so they just giggled.
Xiao Taohong and the old man singing next to him knew how powerful he was, but they were not interested in exposing Wang Jiadong.
Xiao Taohong finished singing quickly, hugged the pipa, stood up and saluted Wang Jiadong.
This is asking for reward.
After asking for the reward, it's time to leave.
At this time, Wang Jiadong had already reacted. The maid in his arms was absolutely willing, but he was not interested. He let go of the maid, looked directly at Xiao Taohong, revealed her beauty, and said: "Xiao Taohong, you are a singer and songwriter in a restaurant, and it is hard work. Follow me from now on."
After that, he said to the old man: "Old man, make a price."
He was also shrewd and saw that Xiao Taohong was actually controlled by the old man.
When Xiao Taohong heard this, her face was expressionless and she felt sad in her heart. As a singer, she will eventually enter these wealthy families and become a concubine.
Hearing this, the old man bent down and said, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty, the little peach red has no price."
"Haha. Is there no price, or is it not for sale?" Wang Jiadong was stunned for a moment, feeling insulted, and his expression turned cold.
"If you don't want to sell it today, you have to sell it. I will take Xiao Taohong's red pill tonight." Wang Jiadong sneered, his eyes roaming around Xiao Taohong's body wildly.
Xiao Taohong felt ashamed and angry inside, her delicate face was covered with red clouds, and she lowered her head slightly and looked at the floor.
The old man couldn't tell that he was an asshole. There's not much to say to a jerk like that. The old man sneered, walked to Wang Jiadong's side, and whispered a few words.
"You!!!" Wang Jiadong's eyes widened, he was half awake from the wine, and he didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore.
"Your Majesty, please reward me." The old man sneered again, bent down and saluted.
Wang Jiadong took a deep look at the old man, then turned to look at his domestic slave. The house slave immediately took out a twelve-weight silver ingot and handed it to the old man.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward." The old man accepted the money, bent over with a smile, turned around and left.
This scene.
The three people sitting at the same table were shocked and looked at each other for a moment.
Our Wang Wanwan from Tianjin actually let go?
Eat as much as you can and give up?
No way.
The old man spoke very softly just now, and they didn't hear him clearly.
"Brother Wang. What's their background? You don't dare to mess with them?" a businessman asked curiously.
The other two immediately pricked up their ears and looked at Wang Jiadong curiously.
