In the Zhuxiang courtyard.
Ba Qing was sitting in the inner courtyard making tea.
Ba Mi was beside her reporting on today's lottery sales.
"Mom, when I came back just now, the servant in charge of the investigation came to report that now more than 20,000 people have purchased lottery tickets!"
Ba Mi said eagerly:
"With so many people buying lottery tickets, how much money will Young Master Hao have to pay?!"
"Even if you don't pay tens of thousands of gold, you should pay a few thousand gold, right?"
"Twenty thousand people bought lottery tickets, and the winnings were only a few hundred dollars. Why did he do this?
Several questions were thrown out in succession, and Ba Mi's head was filled with question marks.
In fact, not only could she not understand, but even Ba Qing, who was listening to her story, looked confused.
"Perhaps...Gongzi Hao has his own plans..."
After thinking for a moment, Ba Qing slowly spoke:
"But one thing is for sure. Young Master Hao is definitely not a stupid person. I think he will definitely not lose money if he does this!"
"Even, maybe you can make money..."
After saying this, he paused, looked at the steaming teapot, and frowned slightly:
"Go and inform everyone, let them keep an eye on the lottery sales points and every move of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and report the results to me immediately!"
"good."
Ba Mi nodded repeatedly and exited the courtyard.
Ba Qing watched her leave, his eyes gradually blurred.
...
On the other side, Xianyang Palace.
Ying Zheng was reviewing the memorial in his study.
Nowadays, the memorials of the Qin court are gradually replaced by paper memorials.
Except for the county and township pavilions in remote areas, which still use memorials, the county and township pavilions in the Guanzhong area began to popularize this kind of lightweight paper memorials.
At this time, Ying Zheng, who had been tired all morning, put down the brush in his hand and stretched out very tiredly.
Zhao Gao, who was waiting carefully on the side, quickly ordered the little palace attendant behind him: "Go to the Shangshan room and bring the prepared chicken soup..."
"promise."
The waiter in the small palace left with promise.
For a moment, Ying Zheng calmed down and saw the little palace attendant returning to the study with his body bowed and carrying chicken soup.
Zhao Gao stretched out his hand to check the temperature and felt it was just right, so he picked up the chicken soup with a smile on his face and softly comforted:
"Your Majesty, you have been working hard all morning, please have a bowl of chicken soup."
"Um."
Ying Zheng nodded slightly, took the chicken soup and took a sip, then slowly said:
"I have already reviewed the important memorials before the Eastern Tour. Send the memorials to the Prime Minister's Mansion and ask Li Si to come over. Tell him that I want to ask him about the reform of official positions and let him prepare."
"promise."
Zhao Gao promised, then bowed and exited the study.
After he left, Ying Zheng said calmly: "What's going on with the old prime minister? How is the lottery sales going?"
At this time, there was no one visible in the study.
But not long after Ying Zheng finished speaking, a ghost-like figure appeared from the corner in the study and quickly came to Ying Zheng's bookcase.
"Your Majesty, since the Guizhou man named Zhi won the lottery yesterday, the number of people buying lottery tickets today has increased dramatically. So far, more than 20,000 people have bought lottery tickets!"
"More than 20,000 people?"
Ying Zheng was startled, and the hand holding the chicken soup couldn't help shaking, and a few drops of chicken soup spilled on the tiger's mouth.
Twenty thousand people is not a small number.
Yesterday, there were only a few hundred people, but one person already won the lottery and received one hundred yin.
There are 20,000 people today. How many people need to win the lottery?
If calculated based on yesterday's ratio, wouldn't today's lottery sales cost several thousand dollars?
They all knew from the beginning that they would make money selling lottery tickets.
Because they all have someone who makes money
Proportion of winning prizes.
But yesterday's lottery winning ratio directly overturned their understanding, and they felt that they might lose money by selling lottery tickets.
After all, the odds of winning a prize of just a few percent are already very high.
At this ratio, it's impossible to make money.
Therefore, even Ying Zheng felt confused when he heard this situation.
"What on earth is that kid doing? Is he too confident, or is he really confused?"
Ying Zheng murmured to himself, then looked at the person opposite: "What do you think Zhao Hao is doing?"
"Your Majesty, I think... Young Master Hao is very confident and should not lose money."
"oh?"
Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, put down the chicken soup, and said with interest:
"You rarely make mistakes when looking at people. Tell me about it. I'm also very curious."
"Your Majesty, thank you. Although your subordinates are not with Young Master Hao, they are in the Prime Minister's Mansion. After observing Young Master in the past two days, I feel that Young Master Hao should have a back-up plan, or at least be prepared!" "
"Well, that kid never does anything he's not sure about, so he's pretty accurate about that."
Ying Zheng nodded in approval, then raised his hand to signal the other party to continue.
But I heard the man say again: "Yesterday afternoon, my subordinates reported that the old prime minister was worried about losing money, so he went to ask Young Master Hao. Young Master Hao said something, and the subordinates thought it was very reasonable!"
"What words?"
Ying Zheng suddenly became interested.
What Wang Wan said in the court that day was still fresh in his memory and he felt deeply about it, but Wang Wan's temperament did not seem to allow him to say such words.
Only that boy Zhao Hao can speak astonishingly.
"Back to Your Majesty, Young Master Hao asked the old Prime Minister yesterday, do you have a dream? The Old Prime Minister was puzzled. Young Master Hao said that everyone has their own dream, and people who buy lottery tickets are the ones who want to realize their dreams."
"One person's dream is a small family, and a group of people's dream is everyone. When everyone's dreams come together, they become the dream of a country. He calls it the dream of Daqin."
"Yesterday, the man named Zhi won a hundred gold coins. Although he lost money by selling lottery tickets, it gave everyone hope that their dreams can come true!"
"That's why so many people bought lottery tickets today."
"My subordinates thought that since Master Hao had seen through everything, there was no way he was unprepared!"
At this point, Ying Zheng showed a stunned expression and murmured to himself: "The dream of Da Qin..."
So that’s it….
It turns out that dreams can also be used...
It turns out that everything is under the control of that boy...
The reason why he did this was probably to surprise everyone.
Thinking of this, the corners of Ying Zheng's mouth raised slightly, revealing an intriguing smile.
"My son looks like the Shang ancestor back then..."
Originally, he was worried that Zhao Hao and Wang Wan would not cooperate well, and he was worried about leaving him in Xianyang to assist Wang Wan in handling political affairs. Now that he thought about it, it seemed that he was overly worried.
"What's going on with the seven major trading houses? Do they see the problem?"
Ying Zheng picked up the chicken soup again, took a sip, and asked calmly.
The person opposite reported respectfully:
"Back to Your Majesty, people from the seven major trading houses are paying attention to the situation of lottery sales. No one has taken any action so far. However, Wu Shijun and Bai Li have been together recently. It seems that there is a new cooperation..."
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Ying Zheng shook his head and continued to ask:
"Besides Shangji, does that boy have any other moves?"
"Back to Your Majesty, so far, Young Master Hao has no other job. He just opened a bookstore some time ago and sold a copy of it in Xianyang. It was very popular. His subordinates are buying every copy!"
?
Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then said with a strange expression: "What makes you so fascinated?"
"It's not that I'm fascinated, it's just very interesting...especially Ouyang Feng, my subordinates like it very much..."
"Ouyang Feng?"
Ying Zheng was stunned again, with a baffled look on his face.
He usually only reads newspapers and is not very interested in anything. But when he heard that Zhao Hao did it, he was full of curiosity, so he smiled and said:
"Do you have any on you? Bring it to me to see..."
"some."
The person who reported it nodded quickly, then took out a copy of "The Legend of the Heroes of Shooting" from his arms and handed it to Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng took the "Legend of the Heroes of Shooting and Blighting" and looked at the cover. He was confused and asked, "What's the point of doing this?"
"It is said that after listening to the story told by Gongzi Hao, Gongzi Liang and the Gongzi generals were still unfinished and pestered him every day to continue telling it. He finally agreed to write it out of desperation!"
"The relationship between that boy and his brothers is pretty good, but his attitude toward Hu Hai is a little worse, and I don't know why..."
"Maybe... being of similar age, it would be easier to get along with..."
"hehe."
Ying Zheng smiled noncommittally, then clapped the copy of "The Legend of the Withered Heroes" in his hand, and said:
"Leave this here. You go down and continue to observe. When today's lottery is over, everything will be revealed. I want to see what kind of waves that kid can make!"
"promise."
The person who reported the report returned as promised.
Ying Zheng watched him leave, and then slowly opened "The Legend of the Heroes of the Withering Heroes" and read it with interest.
Time flies by.
In one morning, more than 20,000 people purchased lottery tickets.
By the time of the lottery draw in the afternoon, the number of people was approaching 30,000.
At this time, there was a sea of people around the lottery platform in the center of Xianyang City.
In addition to the lottery players who bought lottery tickets, people from Guizhou, including Wushi Luo, Bai Li, Ba Qing, Ba Mi, and the seven major trading houses, were all waiting anxiously.
Even many officials in the court appeared on the second floor of the wine shop near the lottery platform, watching from a distance.
"Sir, I have only seen such a lively scene at the celebration of the Qin's overthrow of the Six Kingdoms. It's really amazing!"
Wang Wan, standing next to Zhao Hao, said with emotion.
Zhao Hao smiled and said: "These are people with dreams. There will be more in the future. Old Prime Minister, don't make a fuss."
"Young Master is still young, and I feel like I have seen more big scenes than me. With this determination, I am not inferior to His Majesty back then!"
"We are on the same boat now. You are so flattering and killing me, and you are not afraid that I will abandon the boat and escape?"
"hehe."
Wang Wan smiled noncommittally, thinking that he was no match for Zhao Hao in a verbal argument, so he smiled and closed his mouth.
Soon, a loud gong sounded from the lottery platform.
"Dang——dang——!"
As the gong sounded, the official from the Prime Minister's Office who was in charge of the lottery draw yesterday arrived as promised.
I saw him slowly walking to the stage, holding a loudspeaker, and chanting loudly:
"The auspicious time has arrived, get ready for the lottery draw!"
The words fell and spread.
"The auspicious time has arrived, prepare for the lottery~~~~"
"The auspicious time has arrived, prepare for the lottery~~~~"
"The auspicious time has arrived, prepare for the lottery~~~~"
Several messenger officials spread the voice one after another until they could be heard clearly in every corner.
The official in charge of the lottery then turned the huge turntable.
At this moment, everyone held their breath.
