More than 30 banknotes, less than 250,000 yuan, a difference of more than 8,000 yuan.
Han You was very satisfied. It seemed that Zhao Tuo really had no money left. Many of the banknotes were not in the names of the Zhao family.
This is also true. After these banknotes were delivered to Han You, the Zhao family could not be said to be impoverished, it could only be said to be better than nothing.
So life is like this. Destiny is unpredictable. Sooner or later, people who do evil will have to pay back. Sooner or later, those who do evil will meet someone more evil than him.
Jin Buyao stayed in Yahang, and there were also a lot of documents that Han You had pledged here.
But the bully did not lead to death. Young Master Han was kind-hearted after all, and the interest stated in the contract was very high. It was regarded as a mortgage of 250,000 yuan for Jin Buyao, and he could redeem it within one year. After one year, For every extra day, you will be given ten guan more money.
It can be said that there is no such high interest rate in Beijing, but Han You was afraid that Zhao Tuo would suffer a loss, so he wrote the interest rate very high, and he had no intention of redeeming it anyway.
After getting into the carriage, Zhou Yan said cheerfully: "This money is really easy to make. That man really thought that he would be killed by the nine tribes, so he handed over all the money."
"No, fear of death is only one aspect. It is easy for a person to hand over all his belongings. A large part of the reason is that he can make a comeback. He makes money very easily. What he makes is dirty money, not hard-earned money."
Zhou Yan was thoughtful. At such a young age, he still couldn't understand some things he had never experienced before.
For ordinary people, asking for his money and all his belongings is equivalent to taking his life, which is no different from killing him.
But for some people, if they want their lives, they want their lives, and if they want their money, they want their money. Money is important, but not as important as life.
This is why many officials in Beijing would rather spend more money to buy a good name. If you tell him that you will give him the best name in the world but cannot be an official, see if he is impatient.
Zhou Yan asked: "Sir, what should we do next?"
"Spread the word."
"what news."
"The palace is trying its best to conceal certain information."
This time Zhou Yan understood, and after opening the curtain of the car, he explained.
"It's time to get down to business."
The smile on Han You's face disappeared: "Let's go outside the city and buy some land."
"Really buying land?"
"certainly."
Han You sighed, and a series of faces that were either panicked or numb flashed through his mind.
Previously, we raided the dental shop in Bei City and took away dozens of young people. They were all staying in the backyard of Jingzhao Mansion, and we had to find a place for them to stay.
Han You has asked Wang Shan to check. Most of these people are orphans, and a small number of them were sold by their parents or relatives. They are all poor children.
The carriage moved forward slowly and the guards dispersed.
Han You looked out the window and saw that the carriage was about to leave Beishi. Young Master Han shouted "stop".
He saw Wang Hai, eating fruits and drinking tea like an old man in a shop called Moxiang Pavilion.
Han You was so angry that he jumped off the carriage and ran inside.
"How did I tell you? Didn't I tell you to go back to the house immediately?"
When Han You entered, he started to spray: "Let Zhao Tuo be convinced when he sees it. If you accept it, go back quickly."
Wang Hai chuckled, took out the clothes from his bag, and changed his outfit in the blink of an eye. He also wore a straw hat and quickly changed his clothes.
"Leave this miracle Nuannuan with me."
Han You slapped Wang Hai on the back of the head: "If you let others recognize you, today will be all in vain."
"Young master, please rest assured. That idiot rode a horse to Bei City. I am worried that the Qiu Ba from the palace will not be able to take good care of you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Jinghe, the owner behind the counter, rushed out as if he had been stabbed.
"You are the young master of Brother Wang Hai. The Great Sage, the Seven Dwarves, Princess Bai Xue, and the succubus Bai Suzhen are all your creations?"
Han You was startled and took a few steps back: "Who are you?"
Tang Jing looked excited: "Student Tang Jing, owner of Moxiang Pavilion."
Halfway through, Tang Jing almost burst into tears and said emotionally: "If it weren't for Young Master, Tang Jing would have left home and lost his way. Thank you very much, Young Master."
After finishing speaking, Tang Jing gave Han You a deep salute, which was like seeing his parents again.
Han You had a question mark on his head, and Wang Hai handed Han You a few banknotes, a total of one thousand one hundred and fifty.
"What's the meaning?"
Wang Hai: "Money from selling books."
Han You was shocked: "Why so many?"
Young Master Han has seen money, and now he has more than two million dollars in his hands. The problem is that the "composition" of this money is very complicated. It either belongs to the country, the emperor, or it was obtained by blackmail. Only this money One thousand one hundred and fifty dollars is what he earned through his words...not through the fruits of his labor.
Fifteen hundred guan is certainly not much in comparison, but this money is earned from selling books. You must know that ordinary people, a family of seven or eight people, cannot spend a few guan a year.
Seeing Han You's appearance, Tang Jing was confused: "Didn't you set the price for this handwritten book for sale, Master?"
"It seems so." Han You recalled: "A series of thirty articles, right."
"That's it." Tang Jing breathed a sigh of relief: "This is what Brother Wang Hai told his students."
Having said this, Tang Jing's face turned red: "The student is ashamed. I thought the price was ridiculously high at first. One column of words is thirty words. Unexpectedly, a few days after the sale, the supply exceeded the demand. I hired more than ten people to copy it and it still remains the same. The young master's essays can be said to be worth a thousand pieces of gold per word, and thirty words per column are not considered expensive."
"Wait a minute, what does a list of words mean?"
Wang Hai said cheerfully: "Young master, noble people always forget things. What you said at the beginning was thirty words per column, and a page of numbers."
"I…"
Han You grinned widely, and after a long while, he cursed: "Maybe it's a fucking bargain, damn!"
He really didn't expect that there were so many wealthy people in Beijing, how could they be willing to spend money on a poor book.
Tang Jing asked slightly nervously: "Master, I don't know when the following will be delivered. There have been inquiries almost every day in the past few days. A few days ago, two palace eunuchs came to ask about the succubus Bai Suzhen and the pure love war god Fa Hai. Even the Jinshan Temple was flooded due to such a fight. Recently, there are rumors in the capital that some nefarious person said that the story of the Great Sage is over. Elder Tang was beaten to death by the Great Sage and sent to the West."
Speaking of this, Tang Jing was a little angry: "The student was so angry that he couldn't sleep at night after knowing it. After asking many people, he found out that it was a patrol soldier from Jingzhao Mansion who was talking nonsense. Master, are you okay?" I need to write this story down."
Han You blushed. What the other party said was really not a "rumor". At first, a soldier asked him stupidly, and he said it casually, but he didn't expect that it became "unofficial" and officially ended.
For a moment, Han You hesitated.
Logically speaking, he should sell this story and make a huge profit, no, almost zero cost. He can make so much by grinning and saying a few words, so why not do it.
But now Han You feels that his situation should be opened up. Making money by selling books is making money. The problem is that it is not as fast as blackmailing others. Even those who threaten and blackmail, no, a broken gold step can be sold for twenty-five yuan. Wan Guan, you can make money faster than the beautiful dealer in Macau casino who is in love online.
"Wait a minute."
Han You's eyes lit up and he looked Tang Jing up and down: "You are a scholar, you know how to read, right?"
"The gentleman is a man who laughs, but the student is a scholar."
"That's great. You don't need to hire anyone to copy it. How about I find someone for you?"
"What do you mean, Master?"
"Just hang out with me. If I eat meat, you will wash the dishes. How much money can you make by opening a shabby bookstore? Just hang with me."
Tang Jing was confused: "Students don't understand."
"You don't have to understand, let's do this, the book will still be sold, we will split it 30/70, I will have 70%, you will be 30%. From now on, only you can sell my stories, and they will be sold exclusively. How about it? Don't worry, the content you are selling now will be sold by thousands of people." Not even one or two.”
"Really?" Tang Jing made some calculations, with a look of ecstasy on his face: "How dare students disobey orders."
Han You was satisfied and nodded slightly: "Then it's settled, go to the Han Mansion to find me at chenshi...noon tomorrow."
"Han Mansion?"
"Yes, it is the residence of Master Yin Han of Jingzhao Mansion."
Tang Jing was stunned for a moment: "Young Master, are you... the eldest young master of Han Mansion, Han You, Young Master Han?"
Han You displayed his folding fan and said, "Yes, it's me."
Tang Jing immediately stood in awe and bowed his hands: "The student wants to take the imperial examination and does not want to get involved in business affairs anymore. He will study behind closed doors for the next few days. Mr. Han is kind enough to forgive me for the difficulty. I will obey my order and go slowly without seeing him off."
Han You had no expression on his face and turned to Wang Hai and said: "Go to Jingzhao Mansion and report to my father that someone stole my book. Come directly with the soldiers. That's it. As for this guy, first Let’s fight him in jail for a few days.”
Tang Jing sneered without fear at all: "See you there tomorrow at noon. The students are willing to make cows and horses for Master Han."
Han You put away the folding fan, turned around and left: "Okay, bye bye to the cow and horse."
Wang Hai glanced at Tang Jing with disdain on his face. Isn't this just plain mean?
