Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 342
Standing on the third floor of the brightly lit Yushulou Luxury Hotel, looking down at the beautiful scenery of the Qinhuai River, Song Qingshu was really enlightened.

These days, the status of Confucius Temple on the Qinhuai River may not be much lower than that of Wall Street in later generations, but in this place where every inch of land is expensive, Qu Botao bought eleven shops in one go, such as ready-made clothes, shoes and hats, fruits, perfumes and soaps, especially The most profitable business of the begging army, Jiaduobao, has opened a long list of bank accounts.

After reconciling the account with Qu Botao, Song Qingshu knew that Ruan Dacheng, a local rich man, had made a mistake. If it wasn't for his influence in Yingtian Mansion, let alone such a large list, he wouldn't even be able to buy a shop.

Although the store alone cost more than 16 taels of silver, Song Qingshu knew that the location of the store is also a symbol of the strength and face of the store. There are also dense crowds lingering in several clothing stores, which can be seen.

With a few guards, Caiwei and the others went to visit the Qinhuai River with great interest, breathing the fishy smell of the river, and listening to the sound of silk and bamboo coming from afar, Song Qingshu couldn't help nodding his head slightly in a relaxed and happy manner. The problems that troubled him on the road seemed to be no longer troubles at this time, but what became active was the restless ambition.

He has even encountered such an unimaginable thing like time travel, so he is afraid that he can't keep those capitalist vampires by his side?
God looked at the Qinhuai River for a long time, full of ambitions, Song Qingshu walked quickly to his boss's desk, and hurriedly wrote a plan that he had thought of.

Along with the silk and bamboo on the Qinhuai River, the lights on the top floor of Yushu Tower were also lit all night.

For Song Qingshu's plan to make a fortune, Ruan Dacheng, a well-known old treacherous official in history, admired him very much. The business of running a bank had already existed since the Tang Dynasty, but Song Qingshu's most valuable thing was that he was able to spread his business power across most of the borders of the entire Ming Dynasty. Starting from Nanjing, with a few thin pieces of paper, to Taiyuan, Luoyang, and the capital, you can exchange it for Bai Jingjing's silver. May I ask which wealthy businessman in the world can have such courage?

In just half a month since the Jiaduobaonan Zhili Bank opened, the bank’s income in silver was as much as one million taels. Relying on the prevailing silver interest, the monthly profit was about 10 taels. Ruan Dacheng himself could More than 5000 taels were allocated. On the day Song Qingshu came, he was negotiating cooperation issues with Datong, Tonghai and other banks, so naturally he was not in time to welcome them.

But fortunately Ruan Dacheng didn't come, the influence of this bearded old treacherous man was still among the scholars, and he didn't have much influence on the nobles. If he was allowed to face the Longping Hou Mansion, I'm afraid the old guy would probably give in.

It wasn't until Song Qingshu came to Yingtian Mansion on the third day that he was able to meet this busy man.

"Hahaha, handsome, I haven't seen you for a few days, the spring breeze is better than before!"

It was still upstairs in Yushu Tower, with a big beard drooping on the Su embroidery auspicious coat of Songhe Golden Pheasant. As soon as he entered the door, Ruan Dacheng was already laughing and stroking his beard to say hello, but look at the red-faced appearance of this famous traitor in history , Song Qingshu felt that he was the one who had the most victorious spring breeze, so he put down his pen with a light smile, and Song Qingshu also greeted him.

"Mr. Song is a person who has been displaced. The company can develop so much in the capital. Mr. Ruan has contributed a lot, and Mr. Song will remember it in his heart."

"Haha, the commander-in-chief is serious!"

On the coffee table next to her, Caiwei had already prepared the fragrant tea, Xinyang Maojian, the new tea from that year, which had a special taste. After tasting the tea, Ruan Dahuzi put down the tea bowl again with a bright expression and said.

"I heard that the commander-in-chief has a kind of machine in Dai County. The mechanic's embroidery is ten times faster than manual work. Dai County has tens of millions of garments, all of which rely on this kind of machine, but Dai County weaves cotton cloth, leather goods and the like. I don't know how big it is. Is Shuai interested in playing with silk? Ruan is not talented. There are still some silk weaving workshops in Suzhou and Jiangning. "

In Ruan Dacheng's view, the most valuable thing in the begging army is not the tens of thousands of men who can fight well, but the relationship network compiled by Song Qingshu. First, he has a very harmonious relationship with Shanxi merchants. Second, he is the son-in-law of King Fu. Almost two-thirds of the market in the north, Song Qingshu, is influential. That's how business is. There are many people he knows, and there are many ways. He has invested in literary creation and family management, and now the family wealth of the Ruan family in Tongcheng has been expanded by more than ten times.

Ruan Dacheng's success lies in the fact that he has a wide range of friends and is bold enough to help Ma Shiying freely. He can pour in 20 taels of silver without hesitation, which is evident.

But today Song Qingshu's main purpose is not to do business, but just to smile, and he didn't pick up on it. He took a sip of tea before he said slowly: "I heard that Ruan Gong used to be an official to Doctor Guanglu, and now he lives at home. I never thought about it." Ever wake up again?"

Ruan Dacheng's treacherous minister's face, which was originally flushed with red, immediately turned gloomy. He sipped his tea for a while before he sighed helplessly.

"Don't be joking, Commander. Ruan made a wrong move and lost everything. If he becomes an official again, it will be hard for him in this life."

"Mr. Ruan, Mr. Song has heard a thing or two about it. I don't blame Mr. Ruan when I say it. I was given a good official department, but when I arrived in the capital, I was given an engineering department. Whoever changed, came back and worked so hard. If there is no return, I am afraid they will all be angry, and the princes of the Donglin are greedy, but in the end they are separated from each other, and they can't blame others."

Song Qingshu's words touched Ruan Dacheng's heart, he was full of confidence in his talent, it was Donglin who failed him first, not to mention that Donglin's retaliation in the future would be too extreme, he was listed among the remnants of the eunuchs, More than half of the reason is because of Donglin Party's revenge.

Moreover, the princes of Donglin still have that nasty conceit, as if everything they do is right, as long as they disagree with them, they are traitors and sycophants. With his own wealth, he recruited warriors and resisted the peasant army.

But Fushe, who had just finished cooperating with him, was good. Chen Zhenhui, Wu Yingji, Gu Nie, Huang Zongxi and other core members of Fushe made "Liudu Anti-Riot Public Exposure" to satirize him, and almost drove Ruan Dacheng out of Nanjing relying on public opinion. Well, Fushe and Donglin are basically father and son, so Ruan Dacheng felt quite happy when Song Qingshu satirized Donglin.

But after all, he was an old fox, so he was happy, but Ruan Dacheng was still prudently defending Dong Lin.

"Maybe the leaders of Donglin had their own considerations back then, and Ruan was too young at that time!"

Smiling noncommittally, Song Qingshu immediately opened his mouth and asked again: "What do you think of Fushe, Mr. Ruan?"

Ruan Dacheng had just been tossed about by the Fushe, and if Ruan Dacheng was to praise them a few more words, even if Ruan Dacheng was a shameless person, it would be embarrassing. After taking a sip of tea, Ruan Dacheng simply snorted and didn't say anything. Seeing his attitude, Song Qingshu was secretly happy, He threw out his next question.

"Didn't Mr. Ruan ever think about it? Follow Fushe and set up an association of scholars to promote his own political views? Even if Mr. Ruan is not in his position, there may not be no chance of controlling the political situation. Mr. Ruan does not need to be jealous of Mr. Song. Knowing that the interests of the begging army and yours are now both prosperous, Song also hopes that there will be a political force that can wave the flag for the begging army and protect the begging army."

What Song Qingshu said made sense, but Ruan Dacheng still shook his head, and after a long time, he spit out another word.

"Disaster!"

Ruan Dacheng never thought about it, he dreamed about it, since he was dismissed from office in the second year of Chongzhen, listed in the eunuch party, and never used, he has already started to make arrangements to make friends with scholars in the south of the Yangtze River with the image of being generous and generous, and he is also actively forming associations. However, his reputation is too bad, and most of the people who actively make friends with him are also people on the anti-party list. Many Jiangnan scholars ate and drank from him, and even scolded him when they turned around. It can be seen.

One thing has not happened so far. In the 12th year of Chongzhen in history, Hou Fangyu and Li Xiangjun fell in love at first sight, but Li Xiangjun was a famous prostitute at that time, and there was a lot of money to comb her. A large sum of money was given to Hou Fangyu for help.

If a big boss in the later generations still spends money to help the poor girl make white and rich, I guess the poor girl will be very grateful, and wish she could give her body, but this Hou Fangyu hugged the beauty, and turned around to be evil in public Scolding Ruan Dacheng, and relying on scolding Ruan Dacheng to get the support of other people in Fushe, earning a sum of money and throwing it back to him, a typical double collection of money and sex, is to slap Ruan Dacheng's face on the ground like the sole of a shoe .

The other thing is last year's "Liudu Anti-Riot Public Exposure". He just took out money to help fight against Wen Tiren. When he turned around, Fushe tricked him like this. Because of his reputation, no matter what he did, it was wrong. The sum of all these things over the years has hit Ruan Dacheng quite a bit.

Up to now, his greatest achievement is Ma Shiying, the governor of Lufeng. He almost let Qian Qianyi get tricked and pushed Ma Shiying into the fire. The head fell to the ground.

This guy was downcast, but Song Qingshu was always in good spirits. He stretched out his hand and took out the political plan that he had written for two nights, and handed it to Ruan Dacheng while smiling.

"Mr. Ruan should not be discouraged. In fact, we still have the capital to succeed. The reason why Fushe is so powerful is that on the one hand, they have the princes of Donglin as their powerful support in the court, that is, they have political leaders. On the other hand, Fushe There are also many family gentry under the banner of the society, who provide financial support, that is, money! Thirdly, Fushe is based on Confucianism, and they have their own political program."

"We have no shortage of money, even far better than Fushe. Now, Song just happened to know an opportunity. Just recently, a character can be rehabilitated and reused by the emperor. Moreover, he is a little helpless, which can be cited as our political power. Leader, as for the political program, although most of the Donglin Fushe claim to be honest and gentlemen, it is actually just empty talk. Since they are empty talk, then we advocate learning from the heart and doing things with the slogan of saving the country through industry, which will definitely attract people!"

After Song Qingshu's analysis, the most valuable sentence was still a few words reused by the emperor. Ruan Dacheng's hand holding the proposal trembled violently, and hurriedly asked.

"Who?"

Smiling, he picked up the teacup and took a sip, but Song Qingshu just smiled and said nothing...

(End of this chapter)