In fact, Zhang Tianyou was only too hard pressed by Jin Yiwei and had no time to realize the property in his hands, which gave him an advantage.

Otherwise, even if Zhang Tianyou sells one tael of silver in a shop, he will still take the silver and leave. How could it be given to him for free?

After Han Qing sighed for a while, he patted the brochure and said proudly.

"With this property, it will be easier for us to do things in the future!"

Upon hearing this, Han Yunshang quickly knelt down on one knee.

"My niece congratulates her uncle on his early success!"

Han Qing laughed for a while after hearing this, and then held a meeting of incense owners at De'an Temple outside the capital, and assigned a few cronies to take over the sale of the property gifted by Zhang Tianyou.

Little did they know, Jin Yiwei had been ambushing outside some shops for a long time, just waiting for someone to take the bait.

Now when I see someone who dares to come over and take over the store and wants to resell the store, I arrest them on the spot and bring them to prison.

This is also the reason why Zhang Tianyou gave away these shops, because he had long discovered that his shops were being targeted and it was too difficult to resell them.

Moreover, once a store is transferred, it will inevitably have to be registered with the government. Doesn’t this mean that a sheep has fallen into a tiger’s mouth?

After Han Qing learned that his men had lost soldiers and generals, he became furious and slapped Han Yunshang more than a dozen times, and cursed Han Qing for being unjust!

Fortunately, not all shops were targeted, and there were still many shops that were not under the government's sight. They helped him earn millions of taels of silver, which finally made up for his losses.

It's just a pity that the silks in several warehouses, said to be millions of pieces, were confiscated by a group of people wearing shark skins.

However, when Han Qing was able to lose a few incense owners, he was able to gain millions of taels of silver, which was an unexpected surprise.

With the help of this money, Han Qing immediately jumped into the wave of stock speculation.

Since the opening of Jinling Securities Trading House, Han Qing has become a big customer here. After earning 300,000 taels of silver, Han Qing completely fell in love with this new business.

….

He found that he was very suitable for stock trading and was even known as the stock god.

Even though there are only three stocks in the trading house, the rise and fall every day are different.

After investing one million taels of silver, he immediately became a big customer here. He kept buying low and selling high every day, making a lot of money.

However, what strengthened his confidence in stock trading was not making money, but the fact that officials from the imperial court also liked to go here.

Through a series of means such as exchanging stock information, buying low and selling high, he became close friends with many officials.

Nowadays, Ming officials no longer talk about national affairs after dinner. They only talk about the rise and fall of stocks, and calculate whether dividends or increases are more cost-effective every day.

Whenever they have time, they go to the trading floor. Whenever they see the stocks they hold rising, they secretly rejoice that they can have two more bowls of rice when they go home.

After Han Qing received millions of dollars, he also poured all of them into the trading house, pulling up the somewhat weak Jinling Coal stock price by five points, and then decisively sold the stocks he held and exchanged them for Ming Steel shares.

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As for the newly issued railway stocks of Emperor Taisun, he didn't even look at them. Even if the stock only cost one tael per share, he didn't like it.

While Han Qing was roaming freely in the Ming Dynasty's stock market, Lao Zhu was sitting in the court worrying.

"Your Majesty, there is a severe drought in Shandong and Hebei, and the people have no harvest. We still hope that the imperial court will provide relief..."

"Your Majesty, General Chang Sheng of Zhenbei has written a letter saying that the weapons and equipment are old and the food and grass supplies are only enough for half a month. He hopes that the court will quickly deploy some food and weapons to prepare for the invasion of the Northern Yuan Dynasty..."

"Your Majesty, it's time for the Yellow Book to be revised every ten years, and the court needs to allocate 300,000 taels of silver..."

"Your Majesty, official salaries..."

"His Majesty……"

Lao Zhu had just celebrated his birthday when the Ming Dynasty was in decline again.

He sat on the dragon chair and listened to what was happening below

This group of debt collectors wanted to throw the throne to the grandson.

How old are we, yet we still have to work hard for that grandson!

"The great general of Zhenbei passed the information to Nisun, and asked him to think about it with his nephew!"

"Victims from Hebei and Shandong will go there first while we prepare some food in Henan..."

"Official salaries are first owed..."

"Yellow Book..."

"How much money does the household department have now?"

Chen Zongli stood up quickly after hearing this.

"Reporting to your Majesty, the Ministry of Revenue currently has only 173,483 taels of silver..."

Lao Zhu suddenly became impatient when he heard this.

"Needless to say those bits and pieces, let's allocate 100,000 taels to purchase paper and fix it first, and we'll figure out the rest later!"

"promise!"

As soon as Chen Zongli retreated, Lao Zhu waved his sleeves impatiently, ending the depressing morning session.

But before leaving, he took Chen Zongli out alone and planned to go back to Yangxin Hall to chat with him again.

However, when the two of them passed by the Wenhua Hall, they saw people going in and out, looking extremely busy, and Lao Zhu suddenly became interested.

"We haven't seen that grandson for a while. Chen Aiqing will come with us to take a look!"

"promise!"

When the two of them tiptoed into the Wenhua Hall, Zhu Yunxi was putting his feet on the table, eating melon seeds leisurely.

….

Next to him is Chen Mi, the Minister of Finance of Wenhua Palace, who is holding a work report of the Ministry of Finance and reading it.

"Your Majesty, Minggang turned in a profit of 800,000 taels this month..."

When Zhu Yunxi heard this number, he couldn't help but frown.

"Why so little?"

Seeing the emperor's grandson being so dissatisfied, Chen Mi suddenly felt cursed in his heart.

The emperor's grandson's appetite is really getting bigger and bigger. If his father's household department receives 800,000 taels of silver a month, he will probably wake up laughing when he sleeps.

However, this is Wenhua Palace.

The income of 800,000 taels of silver, instead of making the emperor's grandson happy, actually caused great dissatisfaction.

Lao Zhu, who was hiding at the door, was so angry that he wanted to rush in and beat him up when he heard that the grandson's eight hundred thousand taels was too little.

"Is his blacksmith workshop so profitable?"

"Reporting to your majesty, according to Wei Chen's son, the Ming Steel Chamber of Commerce made a net profit of 1.3 million taels last month..."

"hiss……"

The income of 800,000 taels has already made Lao Zhu envious. Now that he heard 1.3 million taels, Lao Zhu's eyes turned red.

"Hebei and Shandong are still suffering from disasters..."

Chen Zongli heard His Majesty say this and subconsciously agreed.

"yes!"

"The emperor's grandson has always been kind and righteous. Once he hears that the people in these two places have no food to eat, he will definitely donate money generously..."

The two of them were talking quietly among themselves, while Chen Mi on the other side explained to Zhu Yunxi.

"Reporting to Your Highness, the shipment of weapons and armor has dropped sharply recently, and the only income from farm tools and iron materials can only be so much..."

Zhu Yunxi said "Oh" when he heard this, indicating that he understood, and then asked.

"How's it going at Jinling Coal?"

"Back to Your Highness, Jinling Coal Mining's revenue is very stable, stable at one million taels this month!"

"But subsequent growth will be difficult. Growth can only occur in winter."

Zhu Yunxi nodded upon hearing this, accepting that Jinling Coal Industry was in a bottleneck period.

After more than half a year of hard work, Jinling Coal Mining is no longer a small workshop living in the capital, but has occupied the market in the entire middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River.

Although it is now possible to make more money faster, as Chen Mi said, it will be difficult for Jinling Coal to develop further.

When Lao Zhu, who was hiding at the door, heard this, he was so surprised that he could stuff a watermelon into his mouth.

Is this still justified?

How can you make one million taels a month just by selling briquettes?

Chen Zongli knew the secrets here. After all, the person in charge of the money bag for the emperor's grandson was none other than his own son.

Although he pretended to hit that bastard Chen Mi a few times, but father and son were father and son after all, so it was not difficult to find out something.

"Old Chen, how much money do you think our eldest grandson has in his hands now?"

Chen Zongli shook his head when he heard this.
To be continued...