Prince Anfeng's people did official business for a month and ate and drank in Meizhuang for a month. In fact, there were not many treasures washed down from the mountain, not even a tenth of the ones originally buried with them. However, these things were not worth much if they were turned into money.
Too bad.
In order to take care of Lao Ming's feelings, Prince Anfeng specially called people to come to Meizhuang to estimate the purchase. Because many of them were treasures from the royal family of the Xian Emperor Dynasty and had collection value, so the price was very high and all the treasures were sold.
, leaving nothing behind, converted into silver, there were 1,100,000 taels.
When Lao Ming heard this, he was immediately elated. One million taels, according to the previously agreed share, he could get 550,000 taels.
The shopkeeper invited an escort to transport the treasure. As soon as they left, Lao Ming took out the receipt and looked at Prince Anfeng with a smile, "Uncle, you can give your nephew as much as you should."
Prince Anfeng was unambiguous and said: "Don't worry, I will do what I say, and there is written evidence to prove it. You wait first, I have to divide them first, and then I will divide it between you and me."
When Lao Ming heard this, he was very suspicious, "Who else should I give it to?"
A group of old men in black took a step forward in unison, with overwhelming momentum, and said in unison: "I'll wait!"
When Lao Ming saw that these hundreds of people were all escorts, it was about paying their wages, so he didn't care and said, "Okay, let's pay them first."
Even if you take 100,000 taels as salary, you still have 500,000 taels, that's fine.
But Prince Anfeng took the banknotes with a face value of 10,000 taels, one for each person, and distributed them.
Lao Ming was confused and quickly reached out to hold Prince Anfeng, "Uncle, why are there so many divisions? Does everyone get ten thousand taels?"
Prince Anfeng said as he handed it out: "Yes, they have worked hard and achieved great results, so naturally they should get more. We haven't put in much effort, so let's get less. Do you have any objections?"
Lao Ming almost died. Of course he had objections. How could he not have any objections?
"We can't divide it like this!"
Prince Anfeng casually handed a stack of banknotes to the old man in the dark shadow and motioned for him to divide them. Then he looked back at Lao Ming and discussed in an amiable tone: "In your opinion, how should we divide them?
Go over there and explain it in detail."
Lao Ming's eyes turned black as he watched the shadowy old man quickly divide the banknotes. What else could he say? The money would have been divided long ago.
He couldn't hold back his breath, held up the note, raised it, and shouted: "Don't divide it yet. Uncle, look at the note. It's agreed that each of us will get half of it. If you want to divide it between them, take your own share, not mine."
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Prince Anfeng pointed to the paper and said, "Yes, I will give you 50% of my share, which is half..." He turned back and asked the old man in shadow, "Has the distribution been completed? How much is left?"
The shadowy old man held a few thousand taels of banknotes as thin as cicada wings, "One hundred thousand taels, but Brother Man has the decision-making power, she should get 95,000 taels, and the remaining five thousand taels are yours!"
Prince Anfeng smiled and said, "Okay, then I will have five thousand taels. I will give my nephew half of the five thousand taels, and you will get 2,500 taels."
Lao Ming was so angry that smoke came out of his nose, "Two thousand five hundred taels? Didn't that Gu lose even his rice money?"
Prince Anfeng rolled his eyes at him, and then smiled broadly, "Look what you said, I have already calculated it for you. You have spent about a thousand taels of food and meat for this month at best, and you still picked up one in vain.
One thousand, five hundred taels, and it’s effortless. Aren’t you happy to get it for nothing? Go out and ask where there is such a good job, where you can earn one thousand, five hundred taels in a month? I am planning this matter, and I have to work hard to do it.
Do you earn so much? Okay, stop talking, I will give you an extra five hundred taels, which makes up for three thousand taels. Is that appropriate?"
Lao Ming's eyes darkened and he was choked to the point that he couldn't say a word. He could only watch helplessly as he handed over three thousand taels of silver notes, then turned around and left with a large team.
"Uncle!" He shouted sharply, stopped Prince Anfeng, and ran over, "We can't divide it like this."