bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 163 Liu Cheng's Proposal

"What's the matter, Brother Yun?"

"I don't know what it's for. I said it was burning paper. Don't worry about him."

Next to Han Dongwen's room, an inner sect disciple wearing a white robe of Han Yingzong closed the door, waved his hand, and sat back at the table.

There was a small small box on the table in front of him, and around the table was a group of shabby-dressed punks, looking flatteringly at this man called Brother Yun.

If Han Dongwen was here, he would be a little surprised - the leader of those gangsters was the man named Hammer that he had seen in the daytime and had just been released from the Justice Prison.

"Okay, okay, then we'll take these things from Brother Yun first."

Hammer licked his lower lip and raised his eyes to look inside the box. There were mostly jade wares, flower seed boxes and other small ornaments inside, most of which were decorations in the Han Yingzong on weekdays.

Even though he was rejected by Han Dongwen in the dungeon and was even beaten, watching him being forcibly taken away by a middle-aged man with a moustache, Hammer immediately made a way out of the cell and got on Brother Yun this line.

Facts have proved that there was nothing wrong with his brainstorming, and the other party was easily understood by him, unlike the elm head in the dungeon.

Brother Yun glanced at him, and said in a deep voice: "You guys better be honest with me. I have inquired about the market price, and I know exactly how much it can sell for. Don't give me any wrong ideas!"

"Oh my brother Yun."

Hammer showed a sad face: "How can this compare with the market price? Brothers are really short of money to have the courage to sell the things made by Han Yingzong. If they are recognized in the market, the risk can be bought in the store." Is it the same thing?"

Brother Yun obviously didn't have the experience of a veteran in society like Hammer, so he was taken aback for a moment, and said with a blue face, "Go sell it first, speed matters! Remember, if I get leaked..."

"I will never reveal that it is yours, don't worry Brother Yun!"

Hammer immediately patted his chest to assure, and then said: "Brothers, we have already negotiated the money for running errands. According to the old rules on the road, I will pay you the base price first, and the extra part will be replenished to Brother Yun next time."

Naturally, this inner sect disciple couldn't be confident enough to let a social idler like Hammer take away his things for nothing, so the two parties made an agreement on the down payment, and Hammer would pay off first, and the part that went out for the transaction would be paid five or five times later. For the share, if there is any tricky plan on Hammer's side, they won't cooperate next time.

However, there are thousands of ways to cheat and deceive in this society. How much can an inner disciple expect?

"Brother Yun, if you don't worry, why don't we go together."

Someone stirred, and Hammer showed a lewd smile: "Yeah, Brother Yun, let me tell you, there are a lot of people from Haoshanmeng these two days, and all the girls from Yuhualou in the city have gone to work, look! Shall I take a look?"

"Yuhua..."

Brother Yun's eyes suddenly showed some fascination.

Although Yang Kai didn't give them access control on weekdays, nor did he have any clean-hearted rules, but Han Yingzong's tribute must be paid anyway, and he himself has never been very rich, so he really didn't have any surplus to spend time and drink.

But right now, no one knows what Hanyingzong will look like in the future, it is probably over, and getting back such a sum of money...

Brother Yun's eyes moved, he patted the table and stood up.

"lead the way!"

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The next morning.

Han Dongwen had already finished his breakfast and set off for Taishu Pavilion. When he discussed Yihonglou with Zhong Lilin yesterday, he was worried that the first machine did not talk too much, and he had already discussed it in detail today.

His first idea is to transfer the management rights of Yihonglou to attract private merchants to pay for the operation, and the country only needs to follow the ancient ways to earn a living.

For this reason, he had to figure out how to take the first step in making profits, so that the folk brothel owners would be willing to take over the Yihonglou, which seemed to be losing money and making a lot of money.

An Haijin had figured it out when the Yihong Building was built, and it could support the daily expenses, but people always needed these bosses to pay for it.

In Taishu Pavilion, three people sat quietly around the table.

"Your Highness, yesterday I and Mr. Wen were thinking hard about this matter, but there were always worries about hurting the interests of private merchants. I feared that His Highness's holy name would be damaged, so I had to consider every word."

There were two notebooks on the table, Zhong Lilin lowered his head and presented one of them, Han Dongwen took it in his hand and read it carefully.

The wording is very elegant, but the purpose of this letter is still to rent out the site of Yihonglou to the people and businessmen rather bluntly. If all the people pay their respects, someone will definitely go there. It is a holy grace to lend this building to the merchants. It belongs to him, Han Dongwen, who gave the merchants a chance to make a fortune.

But the building you Han Dongwen built is not Han Dongwen himself, who would really go there every day?
After Han Dongwen finished reading, he shook his head without concealment: "Such words cannot be trusted by the people... Is there no way to let these people take over Yihonglou?"

Zhong Lilin had already expected such a result, nodded in response, and sat back to his original place.

"Your Highness."

Wen Yongxing, who was sitting on the side, suddenly said, "May your Highness allow the old minister to ask a question?"

"Please tell me." Han Dongwen quickly bowed his head and replied.

"The day when His Highness came to court is still vivid, and the old minister took it for granted, but he still noticed an abnormal thing that day, so he dared to ask His Highness to clarify."

Wen Yongxing said humbly: "Your Highness sat in the hall that day, with a dignified appearance, what is the intention?"

"intention?"

I don't understand why Wen Yongxing suddenly asked this irrelevant question, Han Dongwen replied suspiciously: "There is no intention, I just want to sit upright, keep the emperor's ceremonies, and be more like an emperor."

After hearing what he said, Wen Yongxing nodded: "Your Highness has such considerations, I am really touched by the old minister."

He paused, but changed the topic: "However, His Highness was very comfortable sitting in the hall that day?"

Comfortable?

Han Dongwen recalled a little, and only remembered that the dragon chair was made of hardwood, so naturally it was not comfortable.

He shook his head: "It's not comfortable."

Wen Yongxing showed a smile: "Exactly, in order to be more like an emperor, His Highness made himself do something inconvenient. Although the intention is not wrong, it is not the way to be a king in the long run."

Han Dongwen thought about it, Wen Yongxing looked at him, as if he was afraid that his understanding was not enough, and said:

"You are the emperor, not how the emperor should sit, but how you should sit."

"It's how I sit, how the emperor sits."

Han Dongwen suddenly realized, his eyes lit up.

"Exactly."

Wen Yongxing bowed his head respectfully, raised his hand and presented the second brochure:

"Master Liu Cheng, Captain of the Chen Department of the National Finance Department, visited Taishu Pavilion yesterday. This booklet is a suggestion from the National Finance Department. The old minister thinks that His Highness should consider it."

Han Dongwen took the notebook and unfolded it in front of him.

(End of this chapter)