The Fourth Japs returned to Beijing, but Jia Liu did not return because he still had unfinished projects in Tailing.
Shuan Zhu came over from Jingling.
"Master, you don't know. The young master is so funny. He is so fat and white. He is exactly the same model as you when you were a child. He looks at you with a stern look and is very happy..."
"Well, okay, okay."
Jia Liu was very happy when he heard this. It was really gratifying that his son was like his father.
While talking, he took Shuan Zhu to the entrance of the underground palace.
Shuan Zhu found a sign posted at the door with a few big words - "Under construction, no one allowed to enter!"
Thinking about it with your buttocks, you also know that the young master asked someone to fuck her.
"Sir, you are here!"
Queenie didn't leave either. As the minister of etiquette, he still had to stay in Tailing for a while. Firstly, he had to be responsible for the burial of the Queen Mother, and secondly, he was responsible for the after-sales service of the funerary items in the underground palace.
Dozens of carriages were parked at the entrance of the underground palace, piled with cabbage.
This was used to hide people's eyes and ears. After the things in the underground palace were taken out, they were covered with cabbage. Who would have thought that underneath the cabbage was real gold and various treasures?
It was also Queenie's idea, very thoughtful.
It will be Zamul who will be in charge of transporting it later. The things will not be brought to Beijing to be delivered to His Excellency the President's Prince-in-law's Mansion, but to a separate courtyard in Tongzhou.
Gold bricks and other objects are melted on the spot, broken into parts, and then converted into silver through various banks. Only in this way can the value of gold be transferred.
After all, gold was not legal tender in the Qing Dynasty, and silver and copper coins were circulated on the market.
Other treasures are shipped out under various names and are later cashed out by buyers.
Liu Heyi is in charge of the sales department. He is familiar with this aspect. He accumulated a lot of experience when he was responsible for constructing the Jingling aftermath expert committee.
Jia Liu has no special requirements for the realization of antique paintings and calligraphy, and even allows the price to be sold at 10 to 20% lower than the market price, but it must be dumped in batches.
Even if one hundred pieces are sold in Jiangsu today, they can only be sold in Zhejiang tomorrow.
You can't sell everything in one place, as that would be too big a target, and it would also be easy for profiteers to lower the price.
He is a serious businessman. He cannot be like the Qing Dynasty and sell things to you today and find ways to raid your home tomorrow.
Since his rebirth, he has never done anything immoral.
Only by being honest and trustworthy can we make our business bigger and stronger.
Businessmen, even if they are profiteers, are also part of the social system of the Qing Dynasty. You cannot kill others just because they make money from you.
In fact, if you want to sell things at a high price, it is best to go to Guangdong No. 13 Bank, because there are foreign merchants there.
Fake things can fool these foreign devils, but they are genuine and good things.
If you really sell Yongzheng's funerary objects to foreigners, you will definitely make a fortune.
The problem is that Jia Liu doesn't want future generations to poke his spine, so he doesn't dare to do this international antique business.
"Your Majesty has prepared the list of things. Please take a look at it!"
Queenie presented the list divided into categories.
Jia Liu actually knew what Yongzheng's burial objects were because the old rich man had shown them to him before.
But no matter how much a leader trusts his subordinates, he still has to do superficial work.
I took it and looked through it carefully, nodding my head. Then I used a writing brush to randomly tick off the list, draw circles, or tap small ink dots.
"Those with ticks will be sent to Fu Zhongtang's house, those with circles will be sent to Lord Color's house, those with dots will be given two pieces to each of these people, and the rest will be sent to my house."
Jia Liu handed Queenie the gift list he had written last night. The latter took it and looked at it, and his eyes nearly jumped out of his head in shock.
Why?
Because this list is full of names of governors-general, governors, chief administrators of the Qing Dynasty, as well as the garrison generals of the Eight Banners, the commander-in-chief, the green camp admirals of each province, and the general soldiers.
Even several team leaders and counselors from the Western Regions participated.
There were more than a hundred people going up and down.
Of course, on the official side of the capital, his name is also on it, which means that he, Queeni, can also get two items buried with the late emperor.
"Just do as I say."
Jia Liu didn't explain.
Queenie didn't dare to ask.
After entering the underground palace, there is a post every ten steps.
Shuan Zhu was a little unhappy, apparently because he blamed the young master for giving away all the things to others and his own decline, so he felt like working hard for others.
Seeing Shuan Zhu's thoughts, Jia Liu couldn't help but comfort him: "Young master, I can't be inferior to Sun Dianying, right?"
Shuan Zhu was stunned: "Who is Sun Dianying?"
"A good man who knows that we share the same interests."
Jia Liu comforted Shuan Zhu, saying that a batch of burial objects of the late emperor suddenly appeared on the market, and people would find out about it sooner or later.
"For example, the young master and I committed a crime, and the victim sued the government. The government wanted to take the young master, but the county prince benefited from the young master. Do you think the county prince should take the young master?"
Jia Liu was afraid that Shuan Zhu would not understand, so he used the simplest metaphor.
Shuan Zhu pouted: "What if someone sues the government?"
Jia Liu: "The prefect also accepted the young master's benefits."
"Um?"
Shuan Zhu scratched his head, "What if someone sues the province?"
Jia Liu: "Master Futai and Master Fantai all took the young master's money."
Shuan Zhu was startled for a moment: "What if someone files a complaint?"
Jia Liu raised his eyebrows: "Young master, I will make the decision for the suffering master."
The truth is rough, but not simple.
Regardless of whether he knows the other party or not, and whether the other party knows that he is Jia Jia's consort, a high-ranking provincial official in the Qing Dynasty has two pieces.
Jia Liu means openness.
I can't even complain to God.
"Yongzheng didn't have many things buried with him. It's Jingling that has the most. When the time comes, all the things in Jingling will be moved to our own home, so we don't have to share them with others."
Jia Liu put his hands behind his hands and continued to walk forward. In front of him, Baozhu and a group of people were prying out gold bricks. They had already picked up dozens of gold bricks.
"Brothers, hard work, hard work!"
Jia Liu patted here and touched there, asking Baozhu to pay attention to construction safety, and led Shuanzhu to continue walking deeper into the underground palace.
Finally, when we arrived at the old man’s three-bedroom apartment, Demu was leading people to carefully replace the old man’s old ones with new ones.
A slogan was also painted on the wall - "Handle with care".
The items on the shelves have almost been emptied, and people from Demu are putting books such as "Spring and Autumn", "Great Learning", "Three Character Classic", "Thousand Character Classic" and "Kangxi Dictionary" on the shelves.
They are all purchased in bulk.
The old man can't just sit there in the underworld. With these books, it will definitely be no problem to open a private school.
This is also in line with the old man's personality. During his lifetime, he paid most attention to education and did not like extravagance. Such an arrangement will make him very happy.
After Tong Shuanzhu offered incense to the old man and his wife for the last time, Jia Liu quietly withdrew.
All the furnishings in the living room have been replaced, and Director Lei came over to ask for permission to close the door.
"Seal it."
Jia Liu waved his hand and retreated out of the door with Shuan Zhu.
Following the command of Chief Lei, the technicians opened the mechanism, and with a "bang" sound, the coffin room was permanently sealed.
Shuan Zhu sighed slightly. He didn't know if he had feelings for the old man and his wife after staying together for a long time, but he couldn't bear to part with them, or something else.
Jia Liu, however, asked someone to bring lime water and write a line of large characters on the door.
It is called: "National Key Cultural Relics Protection Unit."
Shuan Zhu was confused: "Master, what does this mean?"
"This is a charm,"
Jia Liu explained, "With this, we don't have to worry about anyone going in and disturbing the old lady."