Chu Qing had suffered this loss before, so he immediately asked Jiang Yuesheng to run to the bank, and with the waist card given by Chang Chengke, he actually took out one million silver notes.
After Jiang Yuesheng came back, he explained the situation. Chang Chengke was not imprisoned and could enter and leave the palace freely. The money was deposited by a merchant on the south side of Weijiang River half a month ago.
This means that when Chang Chengke learned that Feng Luo was going to start a war between the two countries, he had someone deposit millions of dollars in a bank.
But the question is why King Wu did this. What did he originally use to save the money?
Chu Qing was really curious about this matter, so he asked Jiang Yuesheng to investigate it, and finally got some clues.
The money from the bank can not only be obtained with King Wu's waist card, but also by one person, the British Duke Feng Luo!
The context of the matter became clear. This money was originally given to the border army.
Chang Chengke knew that Feng Luo would not rebel, and neither would the border army, so he took out this million string to give to the border army who was in a difficult situation, and gave it to the border army through Feng Luo's hand.
As for whether it was to win people's hearts, Chu Qing couldn't decide.
He only knew that if all the big shots took the initiative to win people's hearts like King Wu, the border army would not be so miserable.
After figuring out all the joints, Chu Qing smiled bitterly.
King Wu never concealed his ambition to seize the throne.
But the King of Wu will not do anything to divide the country, at least for now, he will not let the people suffer and the troops kill each other. If possible, even if he wants to seize the throne, he will use Use as peaceful a means as possible to obtain the great treasure.
Chu Qing also finally knew why the Supreme Emperor and Lao Si did not place them under house arrest or get rid of King Wu.
King Wu is evil in the open. No, it cannot be said to be evil. It can only be said to be King Wu’s bad intentions. It is displayed openly and on his face. It is not hidden. If I can get the throne, I will do it. , I can’t get it, I just leave it to fate, I try my best to fight for it, I smoke, drink and get tattoos, but I am a good prince.
Chu Qing did some rough calculations, and now he has obtained more than eight million strings through deception and deception. It should be regarded as eight million strings.
This number is scary, and Chu Qing feels more confident.
"Let's make up the whole amount." Chu Qing looked at Jiang Yuesheng who was tapping the banknotes, and touched the stubble on his chin: "Ten million is nice to say, but how can we make up the whole amount? There is still two million short. "
Jiang Yuesheng looked deeply at Chu Qing.
He finally understood why Chu Qing was able to serve as a great commander. Ten million guan. The annual tax for the country was only 10 million guan. He casually said it.
What Jiang Yuesheng admires the most is that it is easy for Chu Qing to make money, and it is even easier to spend money. Just like the previous auction house, he built roads when he was told to build them, and threw the money away like nothing.
Of course, the money didn't belong to Chu Qing in the first place, so Chu Qing didn't feel bad at all when he spent it.
Chu Qing could have gotten 10 million originally, and the palace positions he sold alone were more than 2 million, but he didn't do that. He was fighting and preparing for a more long-term goal.
There is one thing Jiang Yuesheng doesn't quite understand: why does Chu Qing want to open a brothel in a place like Bianguan where people don't have diarrhea?
Tan Ma walked in: "Sir, Nangong Ping, the young master of the Nangong family, would like to see you."
"Oh, bring it in."
Chu Qing rubbed his tongue with his fingers and found that the fire bubbles had disappeared unconsciously.
Sure enough, money can cure all kinds of diseases, especially things like internal heat.
Nangong Ping, dressed in Confucian robes, walked in and bowed down.
"Student, I am willing to go to the border with Mr. Chu and do the hard work of dogs and horses."
Chu Qing was confused by the first words he spoke.
"What are you doing at the border?"
"What Master Chu does, students will do. Whatever Master Chu orders students to do, students will do."
Chu Qing couldn't laugh or cry: "Does your uncle know?"
"I don't know, as long as Mr. Chu nods, the student will convince his uncle. Even if he can't be convinced, the student will go. Even if his dog is discounted... Even if the uncle discounts the student's leg, the student will go!"
Nangong Ping's face was full of determination, even with a kind of fanaticism like a pilgrim.
"No matter how miserable the border is, the bitter and cold land at the border is the most important part of our country, the Great Chang Dynasty. Your Excellency, you have pity on the people and the troops. The students are also willing to follow you and show your ambition to reach the clouds and go to that bitter and cold place to help us prosper our great dynasty." The good men who guard the country do their best."
Jiang Yuesheng was in awe: "Are you rich?"
Nangong Ping had a question mark on his head.
Fu San said cheerfully: "This is the difference between you and the young master. The young master knows who has money, but you only ask people who have no money."
Nangong Pingping slowly knelt down to Chu Qing: "The preparations for the establishment of the Chamber of Commerce have been completed, and the second prince Changxian can take care of it. I hope Lord Chu will make it happen."
Chu Qing knocked on the table.
Nangong Ping is such a handsome boy who teaches in the academy, and Tao Ruolin is also in the academy...
Another thing is that this kid is quite smart, and he can endure hardships. He is also proficient in some things that other scholars don't understand. It's not impossible to take him to the border.
Chu Qing was a little tempted.
Money is one aspect, but mainly manpower.
Chu Qing has also been thinking about this matter recently. The border is not as good as the capital, where there are crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and all kinds of birds.
There are definitely not so many talents in the border area. Most of them are military personnel. In addition to the military personnel, there are also family members of the military personnel. If there are economic talents, it is impossible to hang out in the border area.
"Okay, how about you tell Mr. Nangong first? He agrees, and then I'll think about it."
Nangong Ping was overjoyed: "Thank you, sir, for helping me. Don't worry, sir. My life is up to the students themselves!"
Chu Qing laughed dumbly: "Get up, you don't have to kneel down when you see me in the future. By the way, did your uncle talk to you about becoming a disciple?"
"I've mentioned it, I've mentioned it." Nangong Ping made a plop and knelt down again: "Thanks to Mr. Chu for not giving up, the student is willing to..."
"Okay, get up quickly, you don't need so many etiquette."
Nangong Ping stood up happily and sat next to Chu Qing.
"It's not a school test, and I'm not qualified to test you." Chu Qing scratched his head: "It's just a discussion. What kind of people do you think I should bring to the border? I want to bring some officials, those who know People's livelihood, people can make money, do you know such a person?"
"Only students!"
"Do you still understand this?"
"I don't understand, but students can learn from Mr. Chu!"
Chu Qing: "..."
Fu San glanced at Jiang Yuesheng, who was still counting the banknotes: "Stop counting your mother's money, study hard and see how others speak."
Jiang Yuesheng was too lazy to talk to Fu San and continued to count the banknotes.
Chu Qing thought for a while and asked, "Can we farm over there at the border?"
Nangong Ping shook his head: "The student has never been to the border, so I don't know."
Fu San interrupted and said, "It's difficult, young master. The land in the border area is covered with yellow sand. I heard someone said that even if one acre of land is planted, the harvest will not be as high as half of that in the border area."
"What do you know?" Jiang Yuesheng found an opportunity and retorted: "Although I have been in the army since I was a child, my father is a farmer on the border and also divides the land."
"I have been in the frontier army for four years and I still don't know. It's a wasteland. When I swing a sickle, my sweat drops fall to the ground and fall into pieces. The sparks produced by swinging the sickle are only 40 to 50%."
Jiang Yuesheng scratched his neck and shouted: "Then my father can harvest 60 to 70% with a sickle, what does this mean?"
Fu San thought for a while: "Your father can swing very fast."
Jiang Yuesheng: "..."
