"Miss Ai, you stay at the inn. I have paid for the food and accommodation. It has been very popular in recent days. It is best not to show your face. I will arrange your departure from Luoyang after I finish my business."
Song Che sent Cao Lin back to the inn, gave some instructions, and then hurried to Anyang Prince's Mansion.
Yesterday, Cai Mao promised that he would send officials to order the goods today. As the boss, he must keep an eye on it personally.
When Song Che arrived at the palace, two lower officials of Duzhi in green official uniforms had already begun to count the goods.
Princess Han, the young princess, Lin Yue, and seven or eight domestic servants were also there to help.
"Song hoarded goods here, which has already disturbed the purity of the palace. How dare he trouble the princess and the princess." Song Che wanted to step forward to stop him.
Han Xiang smiled and said: "When we were doing business, Mr. Song once said that more exercise can keep the body healthy. We, mother and son, stayed in the palace all day long, sleeping, eating, and sleeping. We finally found some work to do. Please don't do it, Mr. Song." You're welcome."
Song Che couldn't say any more and joined in counting the goods.
"Look at these materials from the south of the Yangtze River. I searched all over Luoyang and couldn't find anything better than this." Han Xiang stroked the silk and praised unabashedly.
Song Che smiled and said: "We businessmen always add more and never subtract. When the goods are counted, all the rest will be given to the princess."
Han Xiang was so happy that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear, "Then I'll be disrespectful."
"If you finish this business, you'll be able to make a lot of money, right?" Lin Yue glanced sideways at Song Che.
These rough guys who wield swords and swords just don’t listen to what they say! What is fishing? It’s clearly an aboveboard deal!
Song Che didn't want to reveal his money, so he simply said: "You can't make money if you run a small business."
Lin Yue added: "You are too modest to do business with the royal family on a small scale."
"Uh, Mr. Zhang, how many pieces of cloth have you ordered? Have you found any discoloration defects?"
It's impossible to ignore her!
"I have ordered ten cars so far, and they are all good, all are good..."
The two foreign ministers sent by the Duzhi Division, one named Zhang and the other Zheng, probably because the princess was helping, they only lowered their heads to order the goods and never dared to look up.
Lin Yue ignored him and snorted lightly, then turned to ask Han Xiang: "Madam, how much do you think this yard product is worth?"
Han Xiang shook his head, "I'm not a businessman, so I don't know how to do valuation."
"Princess!" Zhang Yuanwai immediately came over, flipped through the booklet and told the truth: "This batch of goods totals 300,000 pieces of fine silk and 50 hu of fine pearls, with a total price of... 1.2 million guan."
Member Zheng also hurriedly came over to salute, and added: "Because he is an imperial merchant, he does not collect taxes, so it is a full 1.2 million yuan."
Song Che was cursing in his heart. He was so stupid, and these two sycophantic street boys gave me a clear explanation...
"One million and two hundred thousand strings!"
The ignorant little princess was probably the only one in the whole yard who didn't look shocked.
Lin Yue looked at Song Che from beginning to end, her eyes changed fundamentally, and she sighed: "How dare you be so rich..."
Even the princess sighed: "Think about it, my prince's annual salary is only more than 10,000 yuan. Mr. Song's batch of goods can be worth my family's income for 120 years."
A servant clasped his fingers and looked at the sky: "I earn 500 guan a month, 6 guan a year, and 60 guan in ten years. This 1.2 million guan..."
He looked at the princess with a bitter look on his face and almost cried: "Madam, based on this calculation, I have to be your slave for two hundred thousand years to earn so much!"
This... is indeed a sad story.
Song Che smiled and patted the servant on the shoulder, "Brother, you should think this way, if you and I put our money together, we will be the richest men in Suzhou!"
The servant smiled bitterly and said, "Thanks to Song Daguan, you are so rich and still call me little brother. I suddenly feel better."
"Uh, hehe, hehe... I think we should order some goods."
…
Everyone worked together and finally counted the goods before dark. There were fifty huks of pearls and a total of three hundred and thirty-three pieces of silk. The extra fraction was given to Princess Han by Song Che.
Yuan Wai Lang stamped his official seal on two copies of the deed, and Song Che signed it and pressed his fingerprints, each holding one copy as a certificate.
"Yesterday Mr. Cai also told Boss Song that after the New Year's coins are put into the treasury, the Duzhi Division will send the deed to the Ministry of Household Affairs. It will be approved in two or three days at most. Boss Song can present the deed to you with the deed in your hand. The hospital has collected the flying money ticket."
"I would like to ask you two adults again, after these coins are put into the treasury, when will they be shipped to Xiqiang?" Song Che asked.
Yuanwailang shook his head one after another, "We are just low-level officials on errands, and we are not qualified to know about the affairs of the court. However, for now, the Duzhi Division has not received the exact news of the transfer of Xiqiang."
There is no definite information, which means that the matter is still under negotiation.
Dijon is about to break through the pass, why is the court still hesitating?
"Mr. Song, it's getting dark today. Why don't you stay and have a casual meal? I'll ask Sister Lin to perform a sword dance for you. It'll be a pleasure to watch." Han Xiang invited him warmly.
The little princess also tugged on Song Che's sleeves and said in a sweet voice: "Uncle Song, the juice made by others is not as delicious as yours. Tan'er wants to drink the juice you make."
In this case, it would be disrespectful for Song Che to refuse any more, "Then Song will be disrespectful -"
"Madam! Madam is not okay!"
Before Song Che could finish his words, a servant hurried over:
"A group of officials came from outside the palace, wearing shackles and iron ropes. They said... they said they were coming to arrest a man named Chen Rencai!"
"absurd!"
Han Xiang shouted: "Where is the person named Chen in the palace? These gang of Luoyang government officials, corrupt officials, and market bullies did not catch them, but they came to the palace to run wild!"
The servant glanced at Song Che, "The arrester came with official documents and a portrait. The appearance in the portrait is very similar to Mr. Song..."
Song Che only used the pseudonym Chen Rencai in the Red Mansion, so he should know who the troublemaker is without even thinking.
"They are here to arrest me. This matter has nothing to do with Madam. I will just let them go."
"Mr. Song, wait a minute!" Han Xiang stopped Song Che, "Although I don't know the reason for this, I believe that Mr. Song is a good person... How about this, I'll have someone take you out of the back door. I have my own way with those officials. Let them disperse."
If he got the money, Song Che would really run away, but now the deed has just been signed. If the false charges are not cleared, the failure to protect the money will cause more trouble.
"If you are upright, you are not afraid of slanting shadows. When one person does something, one person is responsible for it. Princess, please stay, I will go on my own."
Song Che strode outside the palace.
Eight arresters were waiting outside the house. The police officers in the capital were different from the local hemp shoes. They were dressed in crisp round-neck gowns, black cowhide belts, gold-handled horizontal knives, and armed with long spears and sticks. Each one was eight feet tall. He is more than a foot long, his shoulders are strong against the iron shackles, and his iron-faced and ferocious aura can make people's scalp numb.
Song Che stepped forward bravely, "I am Chen Rencai. May I ask what I have committed? Do you need so many people to arrest me?"
A burly bearded man wearing a golden sword showed an arrest warrant to Song Che, "Someone accuses you of murder. If you are wronged, explain it to the court."
"Then I'll go with you, but I'm going to feel bad if you can put away the shackles."
"How can you get angry if you don't do anything wrong? You are a murderer and must be handcuffed——"
"Wrong. I am a murder suspect, not a murderer. I could have missed it by a hair."
"Your clever tongue will tell you clearly when you go to court."
The official put shackles on Song Che and escorted him towards Luoyang Mansion.
At night.
The government office was brightly lit and the courtroom was in awe.
Song Che has been to many courts, but the one in front of him is the largest and most spacious. There are thirty-two government officials holding sticks on the left and right. Their wide-eyed and fierce look is very much like the clay sculptures in the Yama Palace;
The person sitting in the high hall is a middle-aged man in his forties. He is wearing a purple official uniform that shows his dignity. Looking closely at his face, both his charm and facial features are very similar to He Qiu. He is definitely the biological father and son.
Under the court, there was a corpse covered with white cloth. The people kneeling next to the corpse were Jia Dai and the other losers whom they met in the Red Mansion last night.
"Sir, the murderer Chen Rencai has been brought here!"
"Du Tou, I have told you many times that he is a murder suspect, not a murderer. I have never killed anyone at all."
"Snapped!"
The alarm sounded.
The mighty sound arose, and everyone was in awe.
"Chen Rencai, Jia Dai accuses you of killing his servant with an unknown firearm last night at the Red Mansion Jiuzhaigou. You can plead guilty!"
