Lao Liu did as he was told, quickly completed the procedures, and started taking inventory and checking the accounts.
But what is the identity of His Royal Highness the King of Chu? Of course he cannot go into the warehouse and get dirty himself, it would be too disgraceful. Fortunately, he has cultivated a professional team that can basically handle all the current financial work of the Ming Dynasty.
This professional accounting team, with a total of more than 20 people, mainly consists of three parts. One part comes from his maternal grandfather's family. Hu Taigong believed that the descendants of bandits could not still be bandits, so he set up a kindergarten in Zhuangzi and asked the servants to take care of their children. If you send it in, you can study for a few years.
Although most of the second generation are not good at reading and can only write and calculate, their main focus is loyalty.
The other part is more professional. They are the old accountants and old treasury managers of the Shen and Gu families. They are all old people who have been dealing with money and goods since they were young. The main one is rich in experience.
The rest were abducted from Taixue by Lao Liu under the banner of Shibosi. Boss Zhu created a yellow list and trained a large number of accounting talents in order to become a national emperor in the future. In line with the principle of Lao Tzu, Lao Liu is his son. Is there any reason not to poach?
After half a year of hard work in Suzhou, the entire team accumulated rich experience. As soon as they arrived at Bao Shipyard, they determined the plan and assigned tasks in an orderly manner.
Then, some people led the officers, soldiers and ship owners to sort and number the items in each warehouse, classify them and stack them according to regulations.
Another group of people started collecting information on the items in the warehouse and asked Yang Wei and the clerk in charge of the warehouse to sign for confirmation.
After all preparations are in place, start physical inventory, check actual quantities, and register.
Three days later, the preliminary inventory results came out...
Lao Liu was in the main hall of the Bao Shipyard, eating iced watermelon with his third brother, while listening to the report from Shen Wang, the financial manager of the Chu Palace:
"... After summarizing, we found that there were huge discrepancies between Bao Shipyard's accounts and actual inventory."
After Zhu Zhen showed off a piece of watermelon, he spat out the watermelon seeds in his mouth like a machine gun, and then asked: "How big is it?"
"It's very, very big." Shen Wang said in a deep voice: "There are ten warships with two thousand materials built in the library that are less than the account; ten warships with two thousand materials that are at 80% progress; and keels produced in Sichuan and Guizhou. Forty large logs; two hundred large fir trees for the bow and bottom keel; eighty elm trees for the rudder stock; two hundred camphor trees for the mast, and two thousand feet of iron wood..."
"Stop." Zhu Zhen was confused after hearing this. "You said so much, how can I remember it? Just how much is the missing material worth?"
"Yes, that's the point." The third brother dug the watermelon elegantly with a silver spoon, smiled at Shen Wang and said, "Just tell me whether it's shocking enough?"
"Absolutely shocking." Shen Wang swallowed and said, "Including the ship and the missing materials, it is conservatively estimated to be worth more than three million dollars."
"How much?!" The third brother was so shocked that he spat out a watermelon seed from his nostrils. "Three million strings, how come there are so many?"
He never expected that such an inconspicuous treasure shipyard would have so many valuable goods.
"What do you think?" Lao Liu has been here for the past three days, so he knows a lot. "It costs 20,000 guan to transport a big log from the mountains of Sichuan. Most of them go by water. If it comes from If it is shipped from the mountains of Guizhou, the freight will at least double!"
"Damn it, shipbuilding is so expensive." Zhu said in shock: "Is there no suitable wood near Nanjing? Does it have to be transported from such a long distance? Isn't it someone deliberately enriching themselves?"
"It is certain that we can enrich ourselves, but there is indeed no suitable wood near Nanjing." Zhu Zhen said with a bitter smile: "When he first attacked Chen Youliang, Li Shanchang cut down all the usable trees in order to build ships. Although after the establishment of the Bao Shipyard, We have replanted saplings, but they are not yet ready for use and will not be used for another twenty or thirty years."
"No wonder my father gave up attacking Japan. We can't afford to build just ships." Lao San sighed.
"Yes, if we don't want to make the same mistake as Kublai Khan, we must build big ships, and at least hundreds of them. Without money and big wood, we can only look back and sigh." Zhu Zhen also sighed and smiled: "But we It's more than enough for fighting pirates."
As he said that, he asked Shen Wang: "With the remaining materials, how many boats can be saved?"
"There are ten finished products in the pond, and there are ten semi-finished products that are at 60 to 70% progress. In addition, we are not experts, but based on the rough estimate of the total inventory, we can build at least twelve or three more?" Shen Wang said uncertainly. : "The main reason is that too much material was lost, especially the only big wood that can be used as the keel."
"Damn it!" I heard that we can only build so many big ships. Lao San suddenly changed his color, threw down the watermelon rind and said: "These guys are eating the inside out, I will make their lives worse than death!"
The third brother is not here to play, he is here to help the sixth brother in the interrogation. The two brothers are just like in Suzhou, they work together and have a clear division of labor.
"It's better not to hurt people as much as possible. They are all technical talents, so rare." Lao Liu pleaded with people at the shipyard. In Suzhou, he had never even begged for mercy from a big business owner.
The main reason is that the big business owners only need to survive, but once the shipwrights are injured, their work will be delayed...
"Okay, let's use a method that won't hurt anyone." Lao San smiled sinisterly, showing his white teeth and said, "I was inspired by you last time, and I also thought of two new tricks."
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In an empty warehouse used as a torture chamber.
Yang Wei was tied tightly to a long bench, looking like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, but with his face facing up.
The Jin Yiwei in charge of the execution held a stack of rice paper in one hand and a bowl with water in the other. These ordinary objects were all the instruments of torture.
Yang Wei was worthy of being a veteran who had been injured for the Ming Dynasty. He was very courageous, yet he still shouted nonchalantly: "Boy, are you going to play house with me? Change whips, soldering irons, and tiger benches!"
"Don't be in a hurry, let's take our time and play a little game of 'Add Officials' first to whet our appetite." Jin Yiwei said with a smile: "If you can't hold it anymore, just wave your hands quickly, remember?"
"If I waved my hand, I would be a fool." Yang Wei said nonchalantly.
"Then I'm going to be a grandpa today." Jin Yiwei laughed ferociously, then put a piece of rice paper on his face. Then he took a sip of water and sprayed it on.
Fine water mist sprayed on the paper, and the soft rice paper softened due to moisture, and it stuck tightly to Yang Wei's fat face.
Jin Yiwei also muttered something: "One post will give you a nine-level official position, and you will be promoted and make a fortune."
At this time, Fatty Yang could barely breathe. Just when he was about to say a few more words, another piece of rice paper was pasted on it. 'Poof', it was sprayed wet again.
"If I add you as an eighth-rank official, you will be rich and glorious." Jin Yiwei sang again.
Now Yang Wei's belly began to contract violently, and it was obvious that he could no longer breathe.
"Three posts will make you a seventh-rank official, and you'll want to be immortal but also want to die..."
Fatty Yang's whole body began to twitch, his thick neck turned purple, and it became visible to the naked eye that it was getting thicker.
After posting the fourth picture like this, he finally couldn't bear it any longer and shook his hands desperately. Worried that the other party wouldn't see it, he even started to shake his feet too.
Jin Yiwei acted mischievously and deliberately peeled the paper off his face one by one, making Fatty Yang uncomfortable for a while.
When the last piece of rice paper was peeled off, Yang Wei's fat face was revealed, stained with snot and tears, and his eyes were as protruding as goldfish.
"What's your name?" Jin Yiwei asked with a smile. Halfway through his words, he suddenly froze.
Because that Fatty Yang did not gasp for air, but stopped breathing forever...
ps. Sorry, it’s just the first update today.
The reason is also very good - there is a Writers Congress in the city today. It will be getting late after the meeting. Of course, I have to have a meal with my colleagues and then come back at this time. I really can’t write anymore, so go to bed early.
