The merchants left, excited and worried.
The price offered by Chu Qing was very high, and everyone was tempted, but after all, it was still a matter of whether it was worth it.
If you want to get a quota, you have to open an academy, and if you open an academy, you have to be dealt with by aristocratic families.
In Chu Qing's words, whoever punishes the merchants will be punished by him.
The merchants were dubious. They did not doubt Chu Qing's determination to commit suicide, let alone his determination to fight to the death with the famous family in Beijing.
The question is, it is true that Chu Qing is fiercely opposed to the aristocratic family, but will he offend more aristocratic families because of businessmen like them?
Except for Fu Youcai, Chu Qing did not give out any other places, and even Bai Jie, who was about to lose his fortune, didn't get a place.
Because Chu Qing wanted to prove something to everyone, how strong Chu Qing, the commander of Qianqi Camp, was.
Everyone doesn't know what "head iron" means. They only know that Chu Qing said that we will see the result in five days. At that time, everyone will study the quota.
After many merchants left, Fu San poured Chu Qing a cup of tea with a puzzled look on his face.
"Master, these businessmen are cheap. You always look nice, but they want to take advantage of you."
"No, if you want to ask which class can compete with the aristocratic family, it is only the merchants."
Chu Qing crossed his legs, took a sip of tea, and said with a smile: "Business development is a necessary process for a country to become strong. This process is inseparable from merchants, and merchants are divided into capitalists and patriotic merchants. Don't rush it, it's too late." I'm worried, merchants have become capitalists, then young master, I might as well do it alone with the aristocratic families. To slay dragons, you need to cultivate dragon-slaying warriors or dragon-slaying cannon fodder, not to cultivate another more powerful evil dragon."
Fu San didn't understand, but he didn't ask.
"If these merchants are willing to fight against the aristocratic family and become loyal and patriotic merchants, let alone sharing some profits with them, it wouldn't hurt to give them all the shares, management rights and production rights."
Fu San was startled: "Master, please stop joking. I have just been preparing to quit gambling in the past few days."
Chu Qing has become rich recently, so naturally he won't treat Fu San badly. He doesn't even know how much money he has earned through the workshop. Anyway, when the banknotes arrived, he asked Fu San to put them away so that the third brother could take them himself if he wanted to use them. It doesn't matter whether it's flowers, money, or helping the poor people in the capital, Chu Qing doesn't care.
Fu San knew that it was easy for Chu Qing to make money, so he was not polite. He spent it as he wanted. Just because he had money, the servants in the Chu Mansion approached Fu San for money gambling and he refused to do so. He looked down upon the small amount of money. One night's winnings were not enough to make up a fraction of the "pocket money" in his sleeve.
Now that I heard that Chu Qing was no longer prepared to struggle in the business field, the third brother lost his luster for the first time since his promotion.
Chu Qing said angrily: "There are many ways to make money, and it's not just about workshops."
Fu San was dubious: "Master, please tell me."
"For example, I also open a gambling house. No, I am the commander of the Qianqi Camp and an official of our Chang Dynasty. It cannot be called a gambling house. It should be called a charity... No, it is called, oh, let's call it a gambling house. .”
"I think gambling houses are not as profitable as your workshops."
"No, no, no, let me ask you this. If you spend two coins, you have a chance of winning five million coins. Will you spend the two coins?"
Fu San laughed: "Of course I will."
"But the problem is, even if you gamble for ten, twenty, thirty, or fifty years, you may not be able to win five million dollars."
"Why?"
Chu Qing smiled half-heartedly: "Then let's play a game."
"what game."
“Rock, paper, scissors, you know.”
"I know, Master, you have taught young children."
"Okay, if you win, I'll give you five million strings. If you lose, I only want you two strings."
Fu San scratched the back of his head: "Is it so easy?"
"Yes, but there is a condition."
"Master, please tell me."
"You go out first."
Fu San was stunned for a long time, and said with a wry smile: "This method is so fucking shameless."
Chu Qing laughed.
Fu San also followed suit: "Master, you'd better not open this gambling stall."
"Why."
Fu San was embarrassed to say anything because he was afraid that his young master would have children without buttocks in the future.
"It's useless to stop talking." Chu Qing stood up and stretched: "This young master is a man of his word. It's time to take action."
Fusan nodded heavily.
Although he didn't know what Chu Qing meant, it didn't stop him from nodding.
Early the next morning, Chu Qing went to court.
After arriving at the familiar palace pillars and waiting for Shangshu Sheng and Liubu and Eight Temples to talk nonsense, Chu Qing left for work after most of a meaningless hour passed.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, Chu Qing, the commander of Qianqi Camp, has something to report."
Recently, Huang Laosi stopped wearing a jade crown when he went to court, mainly because of the cold weather, not to mention his seriousness, and the fact that his face was frozen.
Since the beginning of winter, Tao Ruolin has set up a construction team to install floor heating. In the past few days, it was even installed in Zhaoyang Palace, the residence of the Supreme Emperor, including Jingyi Hall.
As for outside the palace, many dignitaries hired the construction team of Zhuangzi in the southern suburbs and spent at least a thousand dollars to install floor heating like they were taken advantage of.
Only the political affairs hall was not safe. Chu Qing originally wanted the court to pay whatever he wanted, half selling and half giving it away, but Huang Laosi didn't agree.
Chu Qing was very surprised. He didn't know why Huang Laosi, who went to court every day, didn't agree.
Otherwise, the fourth child has a stubborn temper. He would rather suffer than make the courtiers feel comfortable. It's that simple.
Not only was he uneasy, he also asked Sun An to open the high windows on both sides of the political hall.
The emperor on the dragon throne was better, but the courtiers below were drafty, as cold as their grandsons.
Originally, Laosi planned to install floor heating, but the courtiers offended him.
The cause of the incident was the birthday of the Supreme Emperor. Seeing that the birthday was coming soon, the fourth child wanted to make a big deal, but the courtiers disagreed, saying they were afraid of spending money.
In fact, the word "fear of spending money" makes no sense, because the money spent by the emperor on his birthday is not the money from the treasury, but the money from the palace treasury. But the courtiers just don't agree, and there are a lot of nonsense.
It has to be said that the court officials are very treacherous, because if the emperor wants to do it, they will have to give gifts, so it seems that they are spending money from the imperial treasury, but in fact they will also have to spend money.
Another thing is, I’m not sure whether I’m giving too much or too little. The emperor received this dragon chair from the Supreme Emperor. Giving too much would be like flattering the Supreme Emperor. Who knows if the Emperor will hold a grudge against him. If he gives too little, he’d be in trouble. Is Yizi really a filial son?
Because of this incident, Huang Laosi wanted to freeze these grandchildren to death.
As soon as Chu Qing finished saying the word "Qizou", he trembled.
It was okay to be behind the palace pillars just now, but as soon as I stood in the middle, the wind was blowing through the hall.
Huang Laosi nodded slightly, meaning that you can do it.
"Your Majesty, I have heard that many merchants in Beijing want to open an academy, an academy for poor families, an academy that specially recruits children from poor families to cultivate talents for the country."
After finishing speaking, Chu Qing lowered his head and waited patiently.
The government hall was silent, and the emperor and his ministers were confused.
Talk, keep talking, what next?
After a long while, Chu Qing raised his head, not looking at Huang Laosi, but at the civil servants.
He was also confused.
Impeach me, impeach me quickly, don’t you all know that I encouraged merchants to open academies? Come out to attack me, clean me up, tower over me, ravage me, trample on me.
The civil servants looked at their eyes and nose, looked at their nose, looked at their nose, looked at their nose, looked at their mouth, looked at their mouth, and looked at their hearts, just like the old monk's anus.
The atmosphere is very awkward.
No one paid any attention to Chu Qing.
"No." Chu Qing looked at the civil servants and asked stupidly: "Why... no one plays me?"
All the officials looked at Chu Qing and became angry.
In all the years they have been in office, they have never seen such an arrogant person actively asking to be impeached!
Not only did they think Chu Qing was arrogant, they also felt that Chu Qing was insulting their own IQ!
We are stupid. So far, we have captured more than 30 chief officials, four ministers, two temple ministers, and the most frightening thing, sixty-one officials of Honglu Temple. Sixty, there is only one janitor left. Now we are still studying how to fill the vacancy every day. You still want us to play you? Go ahead and dream about your spring and autumn dreams. Who will be fooled!
