Upon hearing these words, Shopkeeper Liu stood up immediately, forgetting the teacup in his hand, and spilled tea all over him.
He didn't bother to wipe the tea on himself.
"That portrait Miss Jun gave me?" he asked to confirm.
The guy nodded.
Shopkeeper Liu turned around and took down an account book from the shelf nearby, and pulled out a piece of paper. This piece of paper was only as big as a palm, with two portraits described on it.
A fair-skinned man who looked like Yuan Bao from the imperial palace just now.
One has a beard and looks exactly like Yuan Bao who walked in just now.
After Miss Jun left the capital, this portrait was delivered to all branches in Deshengchang. The selected receptionists all memorized the person on it and reported it immediately if they discovered it.
"That's it." The clerk pointed to the one with the mustache on the portrait. "I just exchanged my money and walked out. I have a Shandong accent. He looks like a foreigner, but he is no stranger to the capital. He is just pretending."
The waiters who greet customers in Deshengchangli are not apprentices who have just entered the industry, but apprentices who have been trained for at least three years to be able to do this, which is more stringent than the waiters at the counter.
They have learned to read words and emotions and deal with various guests.
Shopkeeper Liu nodded and put the portrait away.
"Come with me to see Miss Jun," he said.
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At this time, in the palace, the emperor was reading a memorial while looking at Lu Yunqi standing in front of him.
The indoor curtains have been drawn, the doors and windows are wide open, and there is still a slight cool breeze lingering in the summer morning.
"Master Huang said that these refugees were all funded by Dede Shengchang? It was not planned by Cheng Guogong." The emperor said slowly, "Is that true?"
In view of the grudge between Huang Cheng and Duke Cheng, the emperor did not believe what Huang Cheng reported and only used it when he needed it.
For now, he doesn't want to attack Duke Cheng Guo. The ministers can be his knives, but he doesn't want to be used as a knife by the ministers.
Lu Yunqi looked at the memorial in the emperor's hand.
I thought of the borrowed carriage.
He allowed Huang Cheng to use the carriage, but did not say clearly whether he was borrowing it or not.
To borrow or not to borrow?
The emperor also looked at him.
"Huh?" He frowned slightly, "Really?"
"I don't know what to say." Lu Yunqi raised his head and said.
"Say what you have to say." The emperor threw the memorial on the table and said with a bit of displeasure, "Is there anything you can't say? Or do you not want to say it?"
Lu Yunqiu bowed his head.
"De Shengchang was indeed responsible for sending the refugees to the capital," he said, "but it may not have been planned by Duke Cheng."
The emperor hummed.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Lu Yunqi raised his head.
"Miss Jun is now the unmarried daughter-in-law of Duke Cheng," he said.
The emperor said oh and knocked on a few boxes.
"In other words, Cheng Guogong asked Deshengchang to do this?" He said, "Because they are a family now."
Lu Yunqi lowered his eyes and said nothing.
He only provided the information the emperor wanted, and did not draw conclusions for the emperor, let alone express his opinions.
The emperor looked at the memorial and his expression gradually became gloomy.
"A family." He repeated, "De Shengchang and Cheng Guogong want to become a family."
He stroked the table.
"In the beginning, was it Miss Jun who cured the young master of the Fang family?" He suddenly asked again.
This story is very long and widely circulated in the market. If I tell it again, it will take a long time and it will be very complicated and there are many explanations.
Lu Yunqi lowered his eyes.
"Yes." he said.
The emperor smiled.
"What a family that knows how to repay kindness." He said, "Then there will definitely be a spring of repayment for such a savior."
"Yes." Lu Yunqi said again, "The money provided by Deshengchang to help the victims and build armor and weapons in the North was all funded by Deshengchang. For this reason, all the bank accounts of the seventeen Deshengchang accounts in the North were empty."
The emperor grabbed the memorial and threw it on Lu Yunqi's body.
"Why don't you retaliate for these things!" he shouted.
The emperor had never lost such a temper towards Lu Yunqi. The servant standing outside the palace gate was startled and hurriedly backed away from the palace gate.
Lu Yunqi lowered his head and remained motionless.
"Your Majesty is ordered not to interfere with the affairs of virtue and prosperity, but I did not dare to stop him or ask any more questions," he said.
This is true.
The emperor who grabbed another memorial and was about to smash it stopped, not to mention that Deshengchang still had the imperial edict of the late emperor.
However, Lu Yunqi did not say that he did not dare to ask because of the late emperor's imperial edict.
He just didn't ask because he said not to ask.
In any case, at least for now, no one is more trustworthy than Lu Yunqi.
The emperor threw the memorial on the table.
"You are right, you should not ask anything about Deshengchang's affairs." He said, "There is nothing to ask about Deshengchang's affairs. The root cause of everything is due to Cheng Guogong's war in the north."
He waved his hand.
"Go and see Duke Cheng."
Lu Yunqi responded, bowed and left.
Seeing Lu Yunqi coming out, Jiang Qianhu and others waiting outside the palace gate hurriedly came to greet him.
"Sir, are you okay?" they asked in a low voice.
Emperor Shicai's roar had already reached outside the palace, and they all knew about it.
"You're not angry with me." Lu Yunqi said.
Jiang Qianhu and others breathed a sigh of relief.
"That is?" he asked.
Lu Yunqi stood in front of the horse and got on it.
"Mr. Cheng," he said, "concentrate your efforts and keep an eye on Mr. Cheng."
Jiang Qianhu suddenly laughed.
"This is a good thing." He said, raising his hand to greet everyone, "Get on your horse and get to work."
Lu Yunqi looked forward, his expression dull, showing no emotion or anger.
But at this time, the emperor who was sitting alone in the palace had no smile on his face. He sat straight in front of the desks, his expression suddenly became ferocious, and he raised his hand to shout the memorials on the desks.
All swept to the ground.
"It's God's will, it turns out to be man-made." He growled in a low voice.
They were supposed to die, but they were ruined by this guy named Jun!
And because of this Jun, Duke Cheng Guo, who should have died, also messed up!
And got such a big credit!
With his money, he got such great credit!
This is his credit!
Deshengchang, how dare you take my money and take my credit!
You businessmen have lost your duty!
If you are unjust, don’t blame me for being unkind!
"Come here," he shouted, "call Eunuch Yuan here."
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Eunuch Yuan.
Miss Jun's hand caressed the portrait handed over by Shopkeeper Liu.
Sure enough, it was Yuan Bao, and he showed up in the capital.
"I don't know where he came from and where he's going." Shopkeeper Liu whispered, "But as long as he takes our silver and spends it, we can find his trace."
Each ticket number has its own ingot mark, making it easy to trace a person if they wish.
Either he has just come out of the palace, or he is going to the palace. In short, he is definitely not just the emperor's former acquaintance.
If what Deshengchang did in Beidi had been done by another bank, it would have been considered as the order of Duke Chengguo, and he would have gained a good reputation of being eager for public good, serving the country, the people, and sharing the king's worries.
But in view of the unknown secrets between Deshengchang and the royal family, the emperor's thoughts were not good.
"I'll write a letter to Chengyu and have someone send it back immediately," Miss Jun said.