Watching Shen Yi leave to gather people, Fang Zheng said to Li Yuanzhao: "Your Highness, I have a great errand here, will you go?"
When Li Yuanzhao heard that something good was his turn, he immediately became interested: "What's the matter?"
"Xie Xian, please go out for a moment. I want to talk to His Highness alone."
Xie Xian nodded, then walked out of the house and gently closed the door.
Fang Zheng said: "When I went to interrogate Zhang this morning, he said that there are three bank vaults at home, and the location of one of them has been assigned to me."
"I think that if what he said is true, the amount of silver contained in it may be no less than a million. Would Your Highness want to lead someone to check it out personally?"
After saying that, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it over. What was recorded on it was the location of the bank account that Zhang Shi had told him.
The location of the hidden silver can be said to be secret. It is under the cellar of a restaurant property in the Zhang family.
If he is really strict and refuses to recruit, I'm afraid it will take a lot of manpower and time to discover this location.
"Oh?" Li Yuanzhao jumped up from his chair and said excitedly: "One million! I have only heard about it and have never seen it. I must take a look at this one million taels of cash."
"Old Fang, aren't you going?"
Fang Zheng shook his head: "I won't go, let's talk to the new reporters first. Later, we will also arrange for the newspaper to recruit guards from the public."
"Now that I am a bare-bones general, I have no one I can use."
"What about the other two? Why didn't Zhang Shi take action? Since my father has been handed over to you, what are you going to do with him?" Li Yuanzhao asked.
Fang Zheng thought for a moment and said, "He will do it later. The legal ruling in Zhang Shi's case is that it belongs to the Yi tribe, but I feel that such a heavy punishment is a bit simplistic."
"After he explained the location of the bank, he had a detailed conversation with me, from his ancestors to his own generation. It is indeed a great achievement for me, Da Jing."
"I once talked with King Wu. Zhang Shi was just greedy for money and had no intention of turning back. I wonder how he would rule if it were His Highness?"
Li Yuanzhao said carelessly: "What else can we do? I think what you said makes sense. Then just kill the culprit and send the family to the frontier to be sent to the army."
Fang Zheng said with a smile: "Your Highness is kind, why don't we wait until His Highness seizes the silver, and we will go and tell His Majesty tomorrow? This matter will ultimately be decided by Your Majesty."
"No problem!" Li Yuanzhao waved his hand.
Fang Zhengyi said again: "His Majesty will consult the cabinet sometimes. Let's go when there are many people."
Li Yuanzhao wondered: "Why choose a time when there are many people?"
Why else, of course, is to show off your noble character and character when all the important ministers are around, so that everyone can work with peace of mind.
“It’s easier to discuss when there are more people, but when there are fewer people, ideas will inevitably have omissions.”
Li Yuanzhao nodded: "Okay, let's go together tomorrow. I'll find someone to collect the stolen money first!"
After saying that, he happily walked out, but Fang Zhengyi hurriedly stopped him.
"Your Highness, remember to find some reliable people. There must be a lot of people who need to record and move the bank. Don't use the people in Banshanfang. Ask the palace people to help you move it."
"Don't worry, I'm just preparing to return to the palace. I have to be careful with so much money."
...
It is getting late, and reporters who are out or studying in the library have gathered in the "office area".
At this time, all the oil lamps on the wall were lit.
In order to allow reporters to work overtime with peace of mind, Fang Zhengyi and the prince worked together to create the best overtime environment in the world.
There were oil lamps hanging everywhere in the room, illuminating the entire "office area" extremely brightly.
Many people passing by downstairs looked sideways. It was rare for the house to be lit up like this at night.
At this time, the room was crowded, and everyone had a serious expression.
In front of everyone stood the tall Fang Zhengyi, and the "podium" at his feet was made up of three long tables.
Seeing Shen Yi constantly waving to him in the crowd, Fang Zheng, as soon as he knew everyone was here, cleared his throat and waved: "Hello everyone!"
"Hello, Mr. Fang!" A group of reporters replied in unison, and many people's emotions still showed some subtle changes.
Fang Zhengyi is still very famous in the newspaper office, except for the prince.
For many new reporters, meeting Fang Zhengyi is an exciting event.
Fang Zheng smiled: "I have been away from home for a long time and have just returned to the capital. There is nothing important to do in calling everyone here today. I just want to have a brief chat with you and get to know each other."
"I heard that many people outside have begun to complain about the excessive overtime at the newspaper office, the low monthly salary, and the high cost of food. Is there such a thing?"
Everyone below the stage looked at each other, it was true, but who dared to speak first? Everyone complained privately.
Fang Zheng pointed casually, "You, do you think this is the case? Let me be bold. In addition to getting to know you, my second point today is to help you solve your problem."
A skinny little reporter stood up and whispered: "Sir, I don't know."
Fang Zheng waved his hand to indicate that there was no need to say anything more. He put his hand on the awning and swept around, then pointed at another person. This person looked much taller: "Tell me, is there such a thing? Don't be afraid. We must clarify the problem today." through!"
The tall reporter immediately shouted: "Sir, yes! Yes!"
Xie Xian, who was hiding in the crowd, glanced coldly and took a note of a person's name...
Fang Zheng nodded: "Okay, then it is indeed true. I know now."
After saying that, he shook his head regretfully: "I didn't expect that the newspaper society would expand so much and gather so many people. I think most of you are here for the newspaper's library."
"Logically speaking, one tael of silver per new reporter per month is not that small. Ordinary craftsmen in the outside world can't get this much if they work hard. But why don't we reporters have enough money?"
Since someone had taken the lead, someone immediately retorted: "Master Fang, we are scholars! And we work as reporters on the streets. Now the people have become like thieves. If we don't give him some money, he won't tell us anything. .”
"So this one tael of silver is really not enough, and we have to work overtime until midnight every day, and we don't have time to review our lessons..."
"That's right, Mr. Fang, now we newcomers can't even get a dormitory! If we're lucky, we'll get a middle berth at most."
“The library often has a shortage of books, the supply of pen and ink is not timely, and there are also many missing books.”
"There is also a canteen, which is ridiculously expensive! Mr. Fang, we obviously bought chicken soup, but Ruyun didn't let us get the chicken to eat!"
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes secretly, "Buy some chicken soup, can the canteen manager still let you eat it?"
Seeing the reporters starting to discuss crazily, one by one criticizing the newspaper office.
Fang Zheng pressed down with both hands and said loudly: "Everyone, be quiet! Everyone, be quiet. I am here to explain to you slowly. I will give you a satisfactory answer today."
