Chapter 93: Money can communicate with gods and ghosts
Xi Xingchen drank the scalding tea juice in one gulp and praised: "Good tea, if my guess is right, this is the most famous Mingqian Longjing in Wulin Province, one tael of silver a penny, am I right?" "
"Drink the tea, you can go." Wang Bozhen waved the firecracker outside the window, signaling Xi Xingchen to leave.
Xi Xingchen ignored Wang Bozhen, holding the teapot in one hand and the teacup in the other. He walked straight to the Taishi chair aside and sat down. He stretched out a finger and waved it, showing his signature sunny smile, and said: "Master County Prime Minister, I If it were you, you would definitely put down that thing in your hand, otherwise it would go off and hurt anyone."
I don't know why, but looking at Xi Xingchen's smiling face as warm as the sun, Wang Bo really felt scarier than facing a lion, and he also felt a dull pain between his eyebrows.
After a moment's hesitation, Wang Bozhen finally put down the gun in his hand.
Strangely enough, after putting down the blunderbuss, the vague burning pain between Wang Bozhen's eyebrows disappeared.
"That's right! The visitor is a guest, and using swords and guns is not the way to treat guests." Xi Xingchen drank another cup of hot tea.
"Master Xi, what do you want? Want money? Just tell me the number and I will do everything possible to satisfy you."
After putting down the blunderbuss, Wang Bozhen knew that he would never have the courage to pick it up again, so he simply made up his mind and discussed the conditions with Xi Xingchen.
In order to prevent Xi Xingchen from becoming overheated and making any unsatisfactory conditions, Wang Bozhen deliberately guided his words in the direction of money.
A famous person once wrote: Money is sweet, hot and poisonous. It can preserve one's appearance, benefit the country, summon gods, and communicate with ghosts.
This shows that money is indeed a good thing.
For those who have no money, a penny is too much for a hero.
But for rich people, anything that can be solved with money is nothing.
Wang Bozhen has been an official for so many years, and he always believes that these days, there is nothing that cannot be done with money; the reason why it has not been done is because the money spent is not enough.
It just so happened that Wang Bozhen asked himself that if he still had some wealth, it would be no problem to buy a Ping An.
"Now that Mr. Wang has said so, I'm a little curious. Mr. Wang, how much do you think your life is worth?" Xi Xingchen looked at Wang Bozhen with interest.
When Wang Bozhen heard this, he suddenly felt that one was as big as the other.
Xi Xingchen's question is definitely one of the most difficult questions in the world to answer.
Because no matter how big the number Wang Bozhen said, Xi Xingchen could always ask: "Is your life worth this amount of money?"
If Wang Bozhen accidentally said a sky-high price, he would be heartbroken.
Although Wang Bozhen now has a big family and a big business, his money did not come from the wind.
In order to get more money these years, Wang Bozhen tried every means to plunder the people's wealth and wealth, and even paid Qingyu to get involved with the bandits in Huangfeng Village. Wasn't it just for a few taels of silver?
If Wang Bozhen said: "My life is dead and not worth a penny."
Then Xi Xingchen would say: "Since you don't take your own life seriously, then I don't care anymore."
Besides, Wang Bo really couldn't say that. Although the official position of county magistrate was small, he was also an eighth-rank official of the imperial court. There was a huge difference in status from those low-ranking officials and yamen servants.
After thinking for a long time, Wang Bozhen stretched out a finger.
"Ten thousand taels of silver?" Xi Xingchen frowned.
Seeing Xi Xingchen's unkind expression, Wang Bozhen hurriedly explained: "One hundred thousand taels."
When Wang Bozhen saw that Xi Xingchen was silent, he suddenly became anxious: "Xi Shaoxia, this is all my property, and I can't take out any more."
When Xi Xingchen saw what Wang Bozhen said, his expression improved, and he said slowly: "It's okay, but it requires cash."
Wang Bozhen said quickly: "Of course it's cash."
With that said, Wang Bozhen took out a small key from his arms, opened a hidden compartment of the bookcase, and took out a small wooden box made of sandalwood.
Wang Bozhen opened the small sandalwood box with a look of pain on his face. There were a bunch of banknotes neatly placed in the box.
"Okay, now I can talk about business." Xi Xingchen said.
"What do you want?" Wang Bozhen
"Bring it here!" Xi Xingchen stretched out his hand and said.
"What to take?"
"Ledger!" Xi Xingchen said.
The county magistrate is the adjutant of the county magistrate and manages local government affairs. The ledger is an important tool for him to record and manage government affairs. The reason why Xi Xingchen came to Wang Bozhen was to get the ledger in Wang Bozhen's hand.
"What do you want the account book for?" Wang Bozhen asked.
"Of course I want to understand some of the local financial situation." Xi Xingchen was speechless.
"The account books are state secrets and cannot be disclosed at will." Wang Bozhen said.
When Xi Xingchen saw that Uncle Wang really wanted to delay time, he immediately became unhappy. He slapped his waist and a soft sword came into his hand.
Xi Xingchen put the soft sword on Wang Bozhen's neck and said: "Master County Magistrate, do you want to know if your immediate boss Dai Andong is dead? Just like you, he seeks death."
Xi Xingchen's words were tantamount to telling Wang Bozhen that Dai Andong was killed by himself. It means that I have killed your immediate superiors, so why can’t you kill them?
Feeling the cold air coming from the soft sword, Wang Bozhen finally collapsed and hurriedly said: "I'll give it to you."
Wang Bozhen took out a small key from his arms, opened the door of the safe in the study, took out a stack of account books, and said: "All the accounts of Wan County are here. As long as you don't kill me, you can take these."
Xi Xingchen laughed when he heard this and said: "Master County Magistrate, are you kidding me? Anyone with some common sense knows that there are two sets of account books in the Yamen."
Xi Xingchen looked focused and serious as he flipped through the ledger. His eyes scanned each line carefully, thinking as he read. The movements are slow and orderly, without any sloppiness. His hand slid gently over the ledger, as if he was feeling the warmth of every word.
In terms of psychological activities, Xi Xingchen has been pondering the data and information in the ledger, trying to find some useful intelligence. He thought about how his business could use this information and capture a larger share of the market. At the same time, he was also a little nervous and worried, fearing that he had missed any important information or accidentally leaked secrets.
Describe the characteristics, contents and other details of the account book produced by Wang Bozhen.
The account book Wang Bozhen took out was a thick book with a cover made of thick cowhide, which looked very sturdy. The paper in the account book is of high quality, the handwriting is clear, and every account is recorded in great detail. In addition, the ledger is equipped with various tables and charts to make the data clearer and easier to understand.
The ledger records Wan County's financial revenue and expenditure, including taxation, government expenditures, infrastructure construction and other aspects. Xi Xingchen mainly paid attention to tax data and wanted to understand his competitive position in this market. At the same time, he also noticed some government expenses, such as officials' salaries, sacrificial expenses, etc. This information has certain reference value for his business decisions.
