"What's wrong, Brother Yun?"
"I don't know what he is doing. He says he is burning paper, so don't worry about him."
Next door to Han Dongwen's room, an inner disciple wearing a white robe from the Hanying Sect closed the door, waved his hand, and sat back at the table.
There was a small box on the table in front of him, and around the table was a group of shabby gangsters, looking at the man called Brother Yun flatteringly.
If Han Dongwen were here, he would be a little surprised - the leader of those gangsters was the man he had seen for a hundred days, named Hammer, who had just been released from the Justice Department Prison.
"Okay, okay, then let's take these things from Brother Yun first."
Bangtou licked his lips and looked up into the box. Inside were many jade articles, flower seed boxes and other small ornaments, most of which were the usual ornaments in the Hanying Sect.
Even though Han Dongwen rejected him in the dungeon and was beaten, and watched helplessly as Han Dongwen was forcibly taken away by a middle-aged man with a mustache, Hammer immediately helped him out of the cell and caught up with him. Brother Yun’s line.
Facts have proved that his sudden idea was indeed correct, and the other party was easily explained by him, unlike the elm-headed man in the dungeon.
Brother Yun glanced at him and said in a deep voice: "You guys better be honest with me. I've inquired about the market price and I know exactly how much it can sell for. Don't give me any wrong ideas!"
"Oh, my brother Yun."
Hammer showed a bitter face: "How can this be compared with the market price? Brothers are really short of money so they have the courage to sell Han Yingzong's things. If people recognize them in the market, the risk can be compared with buying in a store." Are they the same thing?"
Brother Na Yun obviously did not have the experience of a social veteran like Hammer. He was stunned for a moment and said with a green face: "Sell first, speed is important! Remember, if I am leaked..."
"It will never be revealed that it is yours, don't worry, Brother Yun!"
Hammer immediately patted his chest in assurance, and then said: "We have already negotiated the payment for the errands, brothers. According to the old rules on the road, I will give you the lowest price for the goods first, and the excess sold will be replenished to Brother Yun next time."
Naturally, this inner disciple couldn't let a social idler like Bangtou take away his things for nothing, so the two parties agreed on a minimum payment, with Bangtou paying first, and then taking out the remaining part of the deal. If there is any plan to deceive people on the Hammer side, they will not cooperate next time.
However, there are thousands of ways to cheat and deceive people in this society. How much can an inner disciple predict?
"Brother Yun, if you're worried, why don't we go together?"
Someone was motivating, with a lewd smile on his face: "Yes, Brother Yun, hey, let me tell you, there are many people coming from Haoshan League these two days, and all the girls from Yuhualou in the city are at work, look. Come and take a look?"
"Yuhua..."
There was a hint of fascination in Brother Yun's eyes.
Although Yang Kai did not give them access control on weekdays, nor did he have any Qingxin sect rules, Han Ying Sect's tribute had to be paid. He himself had never been very well-off, and he really didn't have any surplus to spend in debauchery.
But at the moment, no one knows what the Han Yingzong will be like in the future. It is probably over. To get such a sum of money back...
Brother Yun's eyes moved, he slapped the table and stood up.
"lead the way!"
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The next morning.
Han Dongwen had already finished his breakfast and left for Taishu Pavilion. Yesterday when he and Zhong Lilin were discussing the Yihong Building, they were concerned that Unit 1 had not been discussed in too much detail. They had already agreed to discuss it in detail today.
His first idea was to transfer the management rights of Yihong Building to attract private businessmen to pay for the operation. The country only had to follow the Chigu way to make a living.
To this end, he had to figure out how to take the first step in giving away profits, so that the brothel owners among the people would be willing to take over the Yihong Building, which seemed to be making a profit at a loss.
When building Yihong Building, An Haijin had already calculated that it could support daily expenses, but people always have to pay for it from these bosses.
In Taishu Pavilion, three people sat quietly around the table.
"Your Highness, the minister and Master Wen were thinking hard about this matter yesterday, but they were always worried about hurting the interests of private merchants. They were afraid of damaging the holy name of Your Highness, so they had to consider every word."
There were two folders on the table. Zhong Lilin lowered his head and presented one of them. Han Dongwen took it in his hand and read it carefully.
The words are very elegantly written, but the main purpose of this letter is still a bit stiff to lease the Yihong Building site to the private sector, and it is crowned with some false and empty reasons, as if this is a building built by the emperor. If all the people look up to it, someone will definitely go there. It is a divine grace to lend this building to the people and businessmen. It belongs to him, Han Dongwen, who gave the people and businessmen a chance to make a fortune.
But the building built by you, Han Dongwen, is not Han Dongwen himself. Who would really go there every day?
After Han Dongwen finished reading, he shook his head without concealment: "Such words cannot be trusted by the people... Is there no way to get these people to accept Yihonglou?"
Zhong Lilin had already expected such a result, nodded in agreement, and sat back down.
"Your Highness."
Wen Yongxing, who was sitting aside, suddenly spoke: "Your Highness, can I allow this old minister to ask a question?"
"Please tell me." Han Dongwen quickly lowered his head and replied.
"The day when Your Highness went to court is still fresh in my mind, and I saw it with approval. However, I still noticed something unusual that day and boldly asked Your Highness to clarify my doubts."
Wen Yongxing spoke humbly: "That day, Your Highness was sitting upright in the hall with a rather solemn appearance. What was your intention?"
"intention?"
Not understanding why Wen Yongxing suddenly asked this irrelevant question, Han Dongwen replied doubtfully: "There is no intention. I just want to sit more upright, observe the emperor's etiquette, and be more like an emperor."
After listening to his words, Wen Yongxing nodded: "This veteran is deeply moved by His Highness's consideration."
He paused, but then changed the subject: "However, your Highness was very comfortable sitting in the hall that day?"
Comfortable?
Han Dongwen recalled briefly and only remembered that the dragon chair was made of hardwood, so it was naturally not comfortable.
He shook his head: "It's not comfortable."
Wen Yongxing showed a smile: "Exactly, His Highness made himself do inconvenient things in order to be more like an emperor. Although the intention is not wrong, it is not the way to be a king in the long run."
Han Dongwen was thinking about it, and Wen Yongxing looked at him, as if he was afraid that his understanding was not ordinary enough, and said:
"You are the emperor, not how the emperor should sit, but how you should sit."
"But how I sit is how the Emperor sits."
Han Dongwen suddenly understood and his eyes lit up.
"Exactly."
Wen Yongxing lowered his head respectfully and raised his hand to present the second envelope:
"Yesterday, Lieutenant Liu Cheng of the Chen Department of the National Finance Division visited Taishu Pavilion. This report contains the proposal of the National Finance Division. The old minister thinks that His Highness should consider it."
Han Dongwen took the folder and unfolded it in front of him.
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