"It's a wave, it's a wave, it's a wave..."
Going to the shop in the morning, Song Che hummed a little tune along the way. He was in a good mood after completing a big business deal.
But Shen Wenjun held his chin, with a sad look on his face, "Husband, I'm still a little uneasy. Will Mr. Chen really sell the cloth to us?"
Song Che said bitterly: "Since last night, this is the eighteenth time you have asked me, what should I say so that you will believe me?"
Shen Wenjun sighed: "It's a big crime to delay the New Year coins. I'm missing a piece of cloth, so I can't let go."
"My husband will rub it for you and put it down."
"Get off you!"
The carriage arrived in front of Yunshuifang.
Before the two of them got off the car, Qin Ruo ran out and said, "Miss, uncle, there are... guests have arrived."
"Is this guest's surname Chen?" Song Che asked with a smile.
Qin Ruo nodded, "The sun really came out in the west. Oh no, he was already sitting at the door of our workshop before the sun came out. I was shocked when I opened the door. I thought he was looking for trouble. So I took a broom and chased him away, but he couldn’t fight back or scolded him..."
Song Che said: "People are cheap, that's all."
Chen Rencai was sitting at the door, holding a microphone in his arms. When he saw Song Che and Shen Wenjun coming, he ran over with a smile on his face and bowed greatly: "Uncle Song, Miss Shen!"
Shen Wenjun tilted his head and hummed: "Since you are a guest, why don't you squat at the door? Come into the living room and take a seat."
Chen Rencai followed Song Che and Shen Wenjun in a restrained manner, and did not dare to take a seat when they arrived in the living room. He gave the painting tube to Shen Wenjun with both hands: "Miss Shen, I give this painting of 'A Night Banquet of Hundreds of Officials' to you. I hope you will ignore the past grudges and don't want it." He is as knowledgeable as a reckless man like me."
"You know what you're interested in."
Shen Wenjun took the painting tube and pointed at Song Che, "If you have anything to do, tell my man. Now he has the final say in the Shen family."
"Uncle Song, you——"
"There's no need to be polite. I'm used to your arrogant and domineering appearance. I'm not used to it when you suddenly stoop down." Song Che said bluntly: "I know the purpose of your coming here today is to purchase too much silk. The foreign debt you owe is repaid, so you want to sell me some, right?"
Chen Rencai let out a long sigh, "I... am convinced of Mrs. Song's talent."
"Mr. Chen, if I were like you, destroying other people's jobs after eating myself, I wouldn't have any business to do today." Song Che added, "In that case, let's open up the sky and speak frankly - your hand I bought all the silk at 30% of the price."
Chen Rencai couldn't help but exclaimed, "Thirty percent...isn't this too low?"
Song Che squinted and smiled: "You suppressed the market price and lowered the price to 50%. Is it too much for me to cut you another 20%?"
"But I have 400,000 pieces of silk, most of which were purchased at normal market prices. And if I sell all the silk to you, what will happen to my Chen family—"
"Mr. Chen!" Song Che chuckled: "I want you to first understand that you are asking me to do business, not me asking you to do business. If you don't want to do it, you can go out and turn right, so there is no need to waste our time. .”
After saying that, he turned his back and didn't want to waste any more words.
Chen Rencai gritted his teeth for a long time, and finally sighed: "Just follow... what Mr. Song said."
The corners of Song Che's mouth raised slightly.
"When I'm young, I will write a deed and send it to your house. Please sign the payment and send it to Yunshuifang together with the silk. After the inventory of the goods is completed, I will advance you 30% of the payment. When the business is completed, the balance will be paid to you. You settle... Mr. Chen, businessmen can be treacherous, but they must have a conscience. If you are willing to cooperate with Yunshuifang, you may wish to consider joining. After all, the Chen family is also a large businessman in Suzhou. I will write a cooperation plan with you separately. , it’s a win-win situation for everyone to eat meat together.”
After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and said, "Please come back, I won't send you away."
Chen Rencai stumbled out of the living room. Poor people must be hateful, and it must be him!
"Husband!" Shen Wenjun stood on tiptoes, with his big watery eyes open, and he was kinder than Kazilan.
"What's wrong?"
"We are going to become the richest man in Suzhou!"
The richest man in Suzhou City?
Just the first step!
…
There are 150,000 pieces of silk in Yunshuifang. Counting the 400,000 pieces owned by the Chen family, the total is 550,000 pieces. After excluding the 300,000 pieces of annual coins, there are still 250,000 pieces left. 50,000 pieces are left to sell in business, and the rest is The next 200,000 Song Chel horses are targeted to be sold this fall.
The New Year's Coin is a royal business and is related to the national destiny of Daliang. The entire Yunshuifang team worked overtime and was meticulous in every aspect, from inspection to loading.
On the third day after the Sui Coin business was acquired, fifty hu of pearls were also transferred from Hangzhou to Suzhou. The pearls they picked were small, but bright in color, round and plump.
The standard measurement for large beams is that one dendrobium is five dou, which is about sixty kilograms. A handful of small pearls costs about 10,000 taels of silver, which is almost 10,000 taels of silver. Fifty dendrobium is half a million.
The most important part of the year-old cloth is silk cloth, that is, silk yarn. The market price is two guan qian per piece, and the total price is about 500,000 guan.
The total price of pearls and old cloth is about one million. Of course, this is only one million of the market price. The imperial court is so rich that if they don't increase the price a little, they will be sorry for the four words "no business without treachery".
Of course, the premium should not be too high, lest it be said that the emperor was cheated. On the basis of one million, Song Che made an additional 20%. After completing this business, he would be able to earn approximately 1.2 million.
Regardless of the fact that the Liang Dynasty was beaten every year, the revenue of the treasury was not low. Now that taxes are so high, it is definitely not a problem to collect tens of millions of dollars a year.
1.2 million is really not much. If you pay tribute to Dijon, including silk, pearls, salt, iron, tea, porcelain, women, silver, or even ceding land, it can be concluded that the price paid is not loss of money.
Spending 1.2 million can save the country from being destroyed. This deal is simply not a good deal.
Daliang united with the Xiqiang to attack Dijon vertically and horizontally. If it can be recorded in the official history, it will definitely be a big deal.
The sixth day.
On the last night of the agreed date, 300,000 pieces of silk and 50 hu of pearls had been loaded onto the truck. The business would be considered complete when the transfer envoy comes to inspect and accept it tomorrow.
Tonight, some people are destined to be too excited to sleep.
"After tonight, our Shen family will be the richest man in Suzhou, a millionaire businessman." Shen Wenjun hugged the pillow and tossed and turned on the bed.
Song Che rested his head on his head, feeling a little uneasy. Although this business was obtained by his own strength, he still felt that it came too naturally.
"By the way, madam, the total amount of this year's coin business exceeds one million. How will the payment be settled? Will it be cash?" Song Che suddenly asked.
"How could it be cash? One million cash would have to fill the whole room, right?" Shen Wenjun imagined, rolled around again, and then said: "Royal business has always been based on... It's settled with easy money."
"What is easy money?"
"Convenience money, also commonly known as 'flying money', is an exchange coupon issued by the government or some big banks. You can withdraw money with paper coupons without having to transport it. The money flies without wings, so it is called 'flying money'... By the way , the 'silver book' issued by the Yang family during the last Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce can be regarded as a kind of flying money."
After all, this flying money is just a "check".
"Then where can I withdraw Feiqian?" Song Che asked again.
Shen Wenjun said: "Since it is royal business, it is natural to go to the Ministry of Accounts. But there is no need to rush to get it. The Ministry of Accounts is the country's largest and most secure bank. It is safer to keep your money with them than to put it in our family's vault. many."
On the contrary, real money can only be called money if it is held in one's own hands. There is a risk of bankruptcies, and it is not uncommon for dynasties to change.
When I get the flying money tomorrow, I have to go to Luoyang to cash it in as soon as possible.
"Husband."
Shen Wenjun suddenly spoke softly, rubbing Song Che's calf with his jade feet, "Now that we are the richest man in Suzhou, and our family business is stable, shouldn't we also... consider the issue of future generations - of course, this is not what I want. , I have always let nature take its course, mainly because of my parents, who are urging me to have calluses on my ears every day."
It is not difficult to give birth to a child, but it is difficult. After having an heir, the burden on the shoulders will be heavier. Song Che felt in his heart that now is not the time.
"If you don't want to, I won't mention it anymore." Seeing Song Che's silence, Shen Wenjun said quickly, with a hint of disappointment in his tone.
Song Che helped her waist, turned around, pressed his beloved wife under him, and said with a smile: "The old monk from Ciyin Temple told me my fortune, saying that I will have four sons and three daughters in this life, I forget it. Forget it, if you give birth to one baby every year and take another year off, it will take fourteen years to give birth. I will be almost forty after fourteen years, so we have to hurry up."
Shen Wenjun tilted his head and snorted: "Disgusting."
Song Che blew out the bedside candle in one breath, pulled down the bed curtain and got ready to do things, when suddenly——
"Dingle bell..." The microphone bell tied to the bed cabinet shook violently.
"It's already the second watch, what else does Fu'er have to do?" Shen Wenjun raised his head in confusion.
It happened to be the second watch, so what he found was unusual. Song Che took off the phone and asked what was going on.
Fu'er's eagerness came from the other end of the phone: "Uncle, Xu Dutou is here to tell you something big, something big and big... the answer is complete!"
Song Che hurriedly got out of bed, dressed, and walked out of the courtyard quickly.
Xu Xiao was pacing outside the courtyard, her face turned pale with anxiety. When she saw Song Che coming, she wanted to step forward and say something, but Song Che pulled him aside and said, "What's wrong?"
Xu Xiao gritted his teeth: "Master Cao... was assassinated!"
"What!" Song Che exclaimed.
Xu Xiao said: "Just now, Mr. Cao's personal bodyguard Yang Xin came to Suzhou Mansion to report the case, saying that a dagger was inserted into Mr. Cao's chest. When he found out, he was already dead... Mr. He had already rushed there. Inn, I knew this matter was of great importance, so I hurriedly came to find you."
"Husband, what happened?" Shen Wenjun held on to the door frame and asked with a tight look on his face.
The transshipment envoy sent by the emperor died in Suzhou, and the annual coin business must have been stranded, delaying the date of paying tribute, which is a serious crime. The richest man in Suzhou, a millionaire businessman, turned into nothing overnight. If Shen Wenjun and his father-in-law knew about this, I really don't know what would happen.
"It's okay. Xu Dutou asked me to help him investigate a case. Madam, rest in peace soon. I will be back soon."
Song Che lied casually and rushed to the inn with Xu Xiao.
