The Manchu Qing Dynasty has been waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a decisive moment to seal the throat with a sword, and his weapon is the 250 million Southern Tickets he holds in his hand.
You heard it right, the imperial court also had Nandai, because the imperial court needed goods from Jiangnan more, and if Beipiao wanted to be circulated in Jiangnan, it had to be exchanged for Nandai before consumption.
Many famous products from the south of the Yangtze River are the favorites of Beijing's dignitaries, including porcelain, silk, tea, rice wine... and of course the grain transported through the Grand Canal, and even Yangzhou thin horses.
In addition to the local tribute share provided to the court, the wealthy people in Beijing also spend money to purchase a lot of famous items from Jiangnan every year. Before paper money appeared, people used silver coins. When paper money appeared, it was natural There will be a large number of people using banknotes for transactions.
The princes and ministers of the Ministry of Household Affairs, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the Zongren Mansion all have a certain amount of Nanbao savings in their hands, and the devaluation crisis of Nanbao in Jiangnan has also affected the interests of dignitaries in Beijing.
Going all the way to Jiangnan to sell and exchange? This is obviously unrealistic, and those arrogant palace nobles will not accept the reality of having their property cut in half. They will not accept half the value to be exchanged for cash.
These big shots with powerful eyes have used their connections to put pressure on Guiziliu, Cixi and others, forcing the court to come forward to negotiate with Xiao Letian. They don't care about the life and death of the people in Jiangnan, but the southern tickets in their hands must not be devalued. Xiao Letian will It has to be exchanged on a one-to-one basis.
Cixi and the Japanese had been waiting for this opportunity, and the imperial court had learned the lesson. They received more than a dozen telegrams from Jiangnan every day, and the imperial agents had thoroughly analyzed the whole mess.
In addition, there were naturally some Westerners close to the imperial court in Dongjiaomin Lane who provided financial knowledge and advice. As a result, Cixi and Guiziliu made up their minds.
"To make money, pool all the southern tickets in Beijing and use them, and learn from the methods of Shanghai's foreigners. We will also smash the market and beat Xiao Letian to death. Then the court can also pick up Jiangnan's industry for nothing..."
In the plan of Cixi and Guiziliu, the land in the south of the Yangtze River was the first focus of the imperial court's search. Foreigners paid more attention to industry, such as porcelain factories, silk and satin shops, silk reeling workshops, etc., but the Manchus were not willing to play with those things. They still believe that land is the most valuable in their hearts.
After the Nanpiao market crashed and Xiao Letian was completely bankrupt, Beijing City's funds could easily acquire countless pieces of land. Those greedy princes and ministers believe that they will not refuse the temptation of land and exchange the Nanyuan, which is about to become waste paper, for land. This transaction is much more cost-effective than exchanging it directly for silver.
The most critical point is that after defeating the southern ticket market, the imperial court's northern ticket will naturally become authentic. It is natural to invade the south on a large scale. The benefits of issuing banknotes are now fully understood by the imperial court.
The financial war in the south was raging, and the northern court was also actively preparing for war. Secret orders were issued in the Forbidden City, and then a large number of southern votes began to gather. When the southern media war had begun to fight hand-to-hand, Cixi and Yi? had already accumulated 200 million in their hands. Fifty million in ammunition.
All that is needed is east wind. The Manchus are waiting for an opportunity, and the concession bankers in Shanghai are also waiting for an opportunity. The financial nuclear bomb has been prepared.
It was a cold rainy morning, and the weather suddenly became severely cold in late spring. From Shanghai to Nanjing, the sky was covered by thick clouds, and the cold rain fell. I don’t know why it turned into small ice slag, falling. The freezing cold was biting on people's bodies.
"This damn weather is trying to recruit people! I originally thought I would wash my old jacket and pawn it when it gets warm in a few days. It seems like this thief wants to starve me to death!"
On the bustling street of Huqiu in Suzhou Prefecture, the branch of Lotte Bank is located here. The originally clean and tidy three-story wooden building is now closed and in a mess.
The door was guarded by an iron general, and the windows were nailed shut with wooden bars. Broken newspapers, broken shoes, egg shells and rotten vegetable leaves were everywhere on the ground. They were all left behind by the people who came to squeeze in every day.
The bank run became more and more serious. People often queued up here before dawn, waiting for General Iron to open a gap every day, and then quickly exchanged silver coins. No matter how much the market exchanged, it was serious to quickly exchange them for real gold and silver.
It's a pity that the amount of silver coins exchanged every day is not enough, and the silver coins are often gone after an hour. What they get in return is a lot of yelling and constant shocks. Those rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, and broken shoes are left behind in the daily conflicts. of.
Willow Bedbug is a beggar who always lives in front of the bank. Before the financial crisis broke out, his life was pretty good. There were all rich people coming and going in front of the bank. Those bosses who made a fortune in business were not stingy with their actions. It’s no problem to keep warm, and you can even mix it with a bottle of wine occasionally.
However, after the financial crisis broke out, Liu Bedbug's good days were over. People whose wealth had been evaporated could not protect themselves. Who would care about him? If he could ask for half a steamed bun at this time, Liu Bedbug would be lucky.
Liu Bingchong is a nostalgic person. He has been begging here in Huqiu all his life. He is unwilling to leave here even if he kills him. Therefore, he would rather go hungry than stay near the bank every day. He always feels that Prime Minister Xiao of Donghai is so old and powerful. A person can't lose no matter what.
"Yes, I can't leave. If I leave, this territory will be taken away by other beggars. I won't have such a good territory in the future..."
Having made up his mind, Liu Bingbug became a landowner. He watched this human tragedy and comedy at the entrance of Lotte Bank. Although he was hungry, he also saw a lot of interesting things. He watched those well-dressed people risk their lives for a few pieces of paper. Thinking about it, it's really not as comfortable as being a beggar.
Liu Bingchong had confidence in Prime Minister Xiao, but everything that happened today was destined to disappoint him. Just a minute ago, he saw Huang Sanxiao, who was buying the newspaper, running forward like crazy and shouting wildly.
"It's not good! Nanyang was defeated... Borneo was captured by Rakshasa ghosts... Tens of thousands of Chinese were killed, countless gold and silver were robbed... Two million tons of rice were burned... Rakshasa ghosts came to attack Got it!"
The newspaper boy's horrified roar woke up the whole city. The British Shanghai Times was the first to publish the news of Bai Layi's fiasco. The whole Jiangnan was in an uproar. Then the countdown financial nuclear bomb exploded. Jiangnan Tongzhi Zhongxing Institute All the wealth created was destroyed in this nuclear explosion.
"Crash! Big collapse! The imperial court threw away 250 million yuan in banknotes! All the Chinese gold in Borneo was looted! The secret of Prime Minister Xiao's gold-hiding island in the East China Sea has been exposed!"
"The Rakshasa ghost is here! The Rakshasa ghost is here to kill us!"
Liu Bingbug was so frightened that he shrank back to the corner. He stuttered and said, "It's broken, it's broken, God is going to take people away! How many people will die!"
