After the bidding ended, An Guiyi rushed to the Forbidden City as soon as possible and reported the results of the first bidding to Emperor Chongzhen.
"Congratulations to Your Majesty, as long as the production of glassware this month can reach the pre-estimated output, we can make a net profit of fifty-three thousand eight hundred taels of silver. This is the amount after excluding the discount of using the Ming Dynasty Jiusi Baobao."
An Guiyi knelt down to report to Emperor Chongzhen. He had a smile on his face, as if he liked it as if he had picked up a gold ingot while walking.
Emperor Chongzhen looked at the memorial presented by An Guiyi and listened to An Guiyi's words with a smile in his eyes.
If this report had been in his hands three months earlier, he wouldn't have just smiled out of the corners of his eyes.
Now that he has been stimulated by the property that Wei Zhongxian left in the palace and the property that eight major Shanxi merchants confiscated, he is no longer so happy or sad about earning more than 50,000 yuan a month.
After Emperor Chongzhen read it, he put the memorial on the imperial table and said to An Guiyi: "Get up."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." An Guiyi happily kowtowed again before standing up.
"What happened to the mirror that Master Zhong mentioned?" After Emperor Chongzhen saw the profits from the glass, he remembered that Zhong Jinwei had said that mirrors would be more profitable, so he asked.[
When he was happy, he forgot that An Guiyi no longer cared about production.
However, An Guiyi had made predictions in advance and had contacted Song Yingxing, so he replied calmly: "Your Majesty, it has not yet reached the clarity described by Marquis Zhongxing."
"oh?"
"Your Majesty, if one side of this glass is covered with black cloth or painted with black paint, it can indeed reflect people, but the clarity is not much different from the bronze mirror used now, and it is far from the effect that Zhongxing Hou said that people can be seen completely.
There are still many gaps." An Guiyi explained to Emperor Chongzhen in detail.
"What about the method of making the material that Master Zhong mentioned?" Emperor Chongzhen put a hand on the royal table, tapped the table with his fingertips, and asked while thinking about Zhong Jinwei's original letter.
"Your Majesty, as far as this slave knows, there is no way to adhere it to glass." An Guiyi replied without leaving any trace.
"Oh, I remembered it. I asked Song Yingxing to come over and ask about this matter, which will make it clearer." Emperor Chongzhen only remembered from An Guiyi's words that he no longer cares about the production.
He pondered for a while, then praised An Guiyi and said, "You've done a good job. We must keep up our efforts and try to make more money next month."
"I will definitely disobey the Holy Hope and make those merchants pay more." An Guiyi knew it in his heart. Not only did the production of glass increase, he knew that these merchants would definitely make money just by the smiles on their faces when they paid.
There are many, and the competition will definitely be fierce next time, so he made a loud promise to Emperor Chongzhen.
It's just that because An Guiyi is missing a certain part, the sound is louder, extra sharp, and a bit harsh.
Emperor Chongzhen may have been used to hearing this, so he didn't take it seriously at all. He raised his hand on the imperial table and waved: "Go back first and send a copy of the contents of this auction to the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Cabinet."
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"Yes, Your Majesty." An Guiyi agreed, then backed out of the palace door before turning around and leaving.
Emperor Chongzhen was in a good mood. He was confident because he had money. His complexion had improved a lot during this period of time.
He picked up a sealed box on the royal table, opened it and took out the memorial inside to read.
This is a report sent daily by the Royal Bank of Ming Dynasty. Because it must be kept confidential, it is always sent in a sealed box.[
Emperor Chongzhen looked at it, his face turning from sunny to gloomy, and finally with a cold face, he photographed the memorial on the imperial table.
I have warned you many times, but you are still causing trouble, so don’t blame me. Emperor Chongzhen thought of this and said to the chamberlain on the side: "It is said that Wang Cheng'en, the admiral of the East Factory, has an audience."
Then Emperor Chongzhen picked up the memorial again and looked at the names listed on it. He really hated iron for some of them.
After a while, the sound of rapid footsteps was heard. Wang Chengen appeared at the entrance of the palace, quickly arrived in front of the emperor, and was about to kneel down to salute.
"No need." After Emperor Chongzhen said this, he threw the memorial in front of Wang Chengen and said again: "Take a look."
Seeing Emperor Chongzhen's angry look, Wang Cheng'en was a little frightened. He hadn't seen the emperor so angry for many days. He didn't know if it was because of himself. Could it be that someone was accusing him?
He bent down to pick up the memorial and read it with anxiety.
To Wang Chengen's surprise, his mood became better the more he read the memorial. Only after reading it did he realize that the emperor's anger was not directed at him.
Wang Chengen has never known about the Ming Royal Bank's manipulation of Ming Tongbao banknotes.
Now that he had read this memorial, he understood that the emperor was afraid that he would use Dongchang to deal with them.
After reading it, Wang Chengen held the memorial in both hands and returned it to the imperial table, and then waited for Emperor Chongzhen to speak.
"I originally wanted to use Master Zhong's method to slowly collect the currency notes and destroy them. But for the few people above, I have given them hints many times, but they still go their own way. They want to suck the blood of the imperial court.
Don’t blame me!”
When Emperor Chongzhen saw that Wang Chengen had finished reading, he expressed his views with a sullen face.
"Your Majesty is right, Marquis Zhongxing is good at everything, but he is too soft-hearted. Some people refuse to repent and think that Your Majesty does not dare to touch them unless they are given some strength." Wang Chengen followed the wishes of Emperor Chongzhen, or perhaps he himself
The real meaning is in it, echoing Emperor Chongzhen.
Emperor Chongzhen did not answer, stood up, looked down at the memorial, and remained silent.
Seeing that the emperor had not yet made up his mind, Wang Chengen wanted to make a suggestion. He would charge them with each crime and ransack their house. Maybe there would be a lot of money to be gained. But he then remembered that there was the emperor's father-in-law and several others.
Home also has deep roots and cannot be moved casually, so I held back and did not say anything.
Emperor Chongzhen thought for a while, made up his mind, and said to Wang Chengen: "Send someone to keep an eye on these families. See where they finally put the currency notes, waiting for my order."
"Yes, Your Majesty." As soon as Wang Cheng'en heard Emperor Chongzhen's words, he understood what he meant. He was trying to get Tongbaobao. He was confident that the emperor wanted him to be burned.
After Emperor Chongzhen ordered Wang Chengen, he sat down, picked up the imperial pen without any hesitation, and gave instructions on the memorial: All treasure notes should be disposed of at the right time.
After giving the instructions, he directly gave the memorial to Wang Chengen and said, "Go to the Royal Bank in person. If you need any information, just ask them directly."
Originally, Zhong Jinwei planned to use market means to destroy his opponents and destroy as many currency notes as possible, so as few people as possible knew about it.
But Emperor Chongzhen now changed his mind and let Wang Chengen know about it, so he asked Wang Chengen to take the lead in this matter.
Wang Chengen received the task and was about to leave the palace. Unexpectedly, Emperor Chongzhen stopped him again and asked: "Is there anything happening among the people recently?"
Dongchang is also responsible for collecting information from the people, so Emperor Chongzhen asked this question.
When Wang Chengen heard this, he was stunned for a moment. He had just reported it before, and now Emperor Chongzhen asked again, so he shouldn't be asking about the things that had been reported before.
He thought for a moment and reported to Emperor Chongzhen: "Your Majesty, in addition to what is stated in the memorial, it was discovered yesterday that a ticket number had escaped from the capital, and is currently being traced."
"Um?"
"According to preliminary investigation results, there are three bank accounts in the capital that have escaped. The owners behind these bank accounts are all involved with the eight major national thieves."
"Oh, there are still people who slipped through the net. Which yamen is following up on this matter, your Dongchang?" Emperor Chongzhen frowned and asked after hearing this.
"Back to Your Majesty, the common people first reported this matter to Shuntian Prefecture, so they are following up. Dongchang is only paying attention secretly."
After hearing this, Emperor Chongzhen thought for a moment and ordered Wang Chengen: "Master Zhong's search of the eight major national thieves in Xuanfu must be incomplete. You, Dongchang, send people to check what properties these national thieves have in various places."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Wang Chengen bowed and accepted the order.
This matter is not easy to handle. Firstly, those who knew all the property have been killed; secondly, various places have probably received the news that the eight major national thieves have been severely punished. The relevant people are probably absconding with the money just like the Capital Bank.
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But since Emperor Chongzhen has given the order, he can only make up for it. How many more people can be caught depends on God's will.
After Wang Chengen took the order and retreated, Emperor Chongzhen thought about the recent events in the capital. It seemed that nothing was missing like this ticket number. His thoughts drifted to the army that was leaving the fortress. After so many days, he didn't know what happened to the death camp.