The lobby of the palace was immersed in a depressing atmosphere. Several palace stewards and warehouse guards were kneeling in the hall with their heads bowed. Wang Yansheng was pacing in front of people with a slow and serious face, holding a sword in his hand.
, there was a faint evil spirit on the old face.
A ferocious tiger is a ferocious tiger after all. Even though he is old, the power of a tiger still makes people feel awe. Slowly walking in front of the accountant, Wang Yansheng slowly unsheathed his sword, and the smooth sword body glowed with a cold light.
It releases a dangerous atmosphere.
"Tell me! Where did all my family's money go? Was it secretly stolen by you thieves?" Wang Yansheng asked coldly.
Seeing Wang Yansheng's murderous look, the steward was almost scared to death and said quickly: "How dare you, young man? After excluding the daily expenses of the government, there is really only nine hundred dollars left in the account!"
"Fart!" Wang Yansheng was furious when he heard this: "Are you easy to bully? Not to mention the annual salary, my family has so much land and property, how can we only have less than a thousand guan left? It must be you insiders
Thief, you are obstructing this and enriching your own pocket! Tell me, I will spit out all the things you have been greedy for, and I will leave your whole body!"
"My lord, have mercy on me!" Seeing that Wang Yansheng had raised his sword, the steward couldn't hold himself any longer. He kept kowtowing and explained eagerly: "The reason is that what I said is true. I don't dare to lie.
! All the inputs and expenditures of the Duke’s government are recorded in detail in the accounts. There is absolutely no corruption or theft, so please ask the Duke to check it!”
"Can I get my money back after reading the accounts?" Wang Yansheng's eyes widened and he was furious: "Don't you know how cunning you people are? Making a fake account is just a lot of effort for you people.
It’s just a means!”
Faced with Wang Yansheng's attitude, the manager looked aggrieved and also a little helpless. He didn't look at the accounts and didn't listen to petitions. He only wanted money. He was not the God of Wealth. How could he conjure money out of thin air? Of course, his mind was full of worries.
It's a great fear. Looking at Wang Yansheng's posture, it's not a fake, it's the sword in his hand that really wants to kill people and drink blood...
"Father, please calm down and take care of yourself!" Wang Yansheng's three sons were all present at this time, and they were all frightened by Wang Yansheng's appearance. As the eldest son, Wang Yinghao reluctantly stepped forward to persuade him, but his body consciously avoided it.
Sword.
Hearing this, Wang Yansheng stared at Wang Yinghao coldly and scolded: "How did your family manage such a huge deficit? Don't you know? There was a thief in the family, didn't you know anything about it...
..”
A little embarrassment flashed across Wang Yinghao's face, and he said in a low voice: "I check the accounts from time to time. Although there are some discrepancies, there are just some discrepancies that have not been sorted out..."
"According to what you said, there is nothing wrong with this account?" Wang Yansheng glared at Wang Yinghao angrily: "Where did all the money in the family go?"
"With so many people in the house, the expenses are not small. During the holidays, there are many exchanges of favors, plus you help the people from my hometown..."
"You mean, all the money was spent by me?" Wang Yansheng said angrily: "That's unreasonable! If you don't know how to count, how much can I spend in a year?"
"I don't mean that!" After hearing what Wang Yansheng said, Wang Yinghao objected and shook his head repeatedly.
Wang Yansheng took a deep look at the eldest son, and then looked at the other two sons who were shrinking their necks. They buried their heads lower and lower. Holding the sword instead, Wang Yansheng turned around and picked up a book on the bed, which was one of the account books.
1. Immediately make the action of flipping through.
In his excitement, he couldn't even hold it steady and fell directly to the ground. Wang Yansheng picked it up silently and browsed quickly. Although it was just an account book from the government, the number of patterns and the complexity of the names were still overwhelming.
Especially the layman Wang Yansheng was dazzled by what he saw.
Wang Yansheng naturally cannot understand "professional" things, let alone counting, but he can understand some basic things, such as expenditures, especially those huge projects.
Before turning two pages, Wang Yansheng turned around and asked: "I won't talk about the monthly salary for the servants in the mansion, nor the monthly payment for the houses in each hospital. How come this gift is so large? Two thousand yuan was given to me in a month."
A lot of money and so many gifts to give?"
When asked, Wang Yinghao bit the bullet and explained: "In the first half of the year, there were more social events in the first two months, so I had to give back gifts..."
"On the seventh prince's birthday, you actually gave him two hundred strings?" Wang Yansheng asked.
Wang Yinghao nodded and said: "Two hundred guan is nothing. It is said that there are people who send thousands or ten thousand guan as gifts!"
"How much food can two hundred guan buy!" Seeing the "generous" look of this rebellious son, Wang Yansheng jumped up angrily: "What about the seventh prince? Even His Majesty Jiaqing only allowed five guans to be given away. How can he be more generous?
His Majesty?"
Wang Yinghao whispered: "Your Majesty, that is your special order..."
"Your Majesty hates this behavior of yours the most!" Wang Yansheng said coldly. Of course, he obviously couldn't stand this kind of behavior, but in fact he still felt sorry for his family's money.
"What's going on with this luminous pearl? It's worth five hundred guan! What are you buying it for? Is it lighting? No candles, no charcoal fire, no oil lamps?" Pointing out another point, Wang Yansheng asked scoldingly.
"The Ninth Prince wanted to go south to the country. He sold off his property and raised funds. My son was also present. To save his face, he bought a luminous pearl. He didn't use it for personal use, so it was in the warehouse..." Wang Yinghao explained.
"The Ninth Prince is going to the south!" After hearing this answer, Wang Yansheng asked angrily: "Then why am I checking the accounts here?"
The reason for such an auditing scene was that Wang Yansheng selected a group of people from relatives, followers, and old friends to prepare to respond to Emperor Liu's call and form a team to go south to the sea and go to Nanyang. While cooperating with the imperial court's strategic colonization, he also
Develop some family side businesses.
The Poor Family Rich Road organized nearly three hundred people. With so many people going south together, the cost was naturally not small. So Wang Yansheng with a wave of his hand withdrew 20,000 yuan from the treasury for transportation, and their "Wang Jiajun"
The capital to start a business in Nanyang.
As a result, I received a report from the steward that the accounting office was out of money. There was less than a thousand guan on the books, but I don’t know how much it actually was, and there were not many reserves in the warehouse. Duke Wang’s "southern plan" had just begun, but it was almost aborted.
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Such a situation is naturally intolerable to Wang Yansheng, and what makes him even more angry is, where has his family's money gone? Although he doesn't care about money on weekdays, he still treats himself with basic treatment, second-class
The Duke's annual salary plus rice is worth about four thousand guan, not to mention the land and various businesses managed by his family, as well as the seizures on the battlefield when he led the troops...
Although he doesn't care about money so much now, when Wang Yansheng thinks about it, even if his family's expenses are not small, after so many years of accumulation, he has not saved 100,000 yuan, but only 50,000 yuan. As a result, the miserable "thousand yuan" deeply deeply
It hurt Wang Yansheng's old and strong heart. Back then, he worked hard and fought bloody battles just for glory and wealth. Now, the glory is still there, but the wealth is lacking. Wang Yansheng is really angry, and he really wants to kill someone.
However, during this conversation with Wang Yinghao, Wang Yansheng's heart couldn't help but sink, and the anger that surged up seemed to be accumulated in his head, making him have a headache and his intuition was buzzing...
"It costs 500 yuan to buy a set of gold and silver jewelry?"
"This bastard, spend three hundred dollars to buy such a mutt of some unknown type?"
...
"What a BMW, it costs a thousand dollars!" Wang Yansheng was already on the verge of losing control and might explode at any time.
In this regard, Wang Yinghao had something to say and reminded him cautiously: "Father, have you forgotten? Last year, a falcon merchant came with a sweat horse. You loved it very much and ordered someone to buy it with a lot of money."
"I——" Wang Yansheng was about to have a seizure, but his voice got stuck in his throat.
A flash of dizziness flashed through his head. He took a few steps back and sat down. Wang Yinghao didn't even have time to help him. After a long time, Wang Yansheng looked at his son and stewards in a daze, and in an instant he had an illusion, and he intuitively felt that they were there.
