Chapter Nine hundred and fortieth seventh imperial command admiral beggar gang leader
The old rich man's expression was full of drama. There are no words to describe his specific expression. Anyway, he was waiting for his six sons to be shocked and dropped the diary. He hugged him and cried bitterly and howled excitedly: "My good Anda, you hid it so much."
It’s deep!”
After that, there was nothing more to say, and all the words were lost in the wine. One of the brothers left, and the past was over. From then on, the two brothers continued to play happily together.
You shall be your emperor, and I shall be my prime minister.
Jia cannot be separated from wealth, and wealth cannot be separated from Jia.
Isn't it just a matter of changing the emperor? What a big deal. As long as other interests don't move, everything will be easy to talk about.
This is also an appearance carefully conceived by Lao Fu on the way to close his eyes and rest his mind. It is both high-profile and low-key. It not only perfectly expresses his loyalty and integrity, but also infinitely amplifies his love for his six sons and virtuous brothers, evaporating from the realm of the small self to the realm of the big self.
, the whole style is much taller.
Most people don't have such brain cells.
Because they don't understand Liu Zi.
The old rich man is full of confidence in this.
He dared to touch his chest and say that there was absolutely no second person in the world who understood Liuzi better than him!
He was also confident that he had done a perfect job, and now he was just waiting for the Sixth Son to hand over the position of Prime Minister to him, and then he would resign and give in again and again, so that there would be another story about the emperor and his ministers that would last forever, which was not flattering.
Isn't this better than begging Liuzi to let him go in vain?
In fact, the old rich man also knew that Liu Zi would not kill him because Liu Zi was a benevolent and righteous man.
But saving his life is not his goal, his goal is to continue to serve as the top leader of the court.
This requires a certain amount of wisdom and strategy.
However, what surprised Lao Fu was that Liuzi didn't seem to be on the same page as him. He didn't pay attention at all to why Brother Fu had his diary, and even had to carry it with him until death.
Instead, he turned over the diary in his hand, and finally fixed his eyes on the publishing company and retail price, while frowning very tightly.
This made the old rich man start to have conflicts in his heart again. Could it be that after all, he was not good enough and didn’t understand this guy well enough?
At this time, Jia Liu spoke up, raised the diary in his hand, and said unhappily: "Brother, you are not authentic, you are also an important official of the imperial court, how can you be so disrespectful of my intellectual property rights and blatantly engage in piracy!
You can even spend some money to subscribe to a few chapters!"
"What piracy?"
The old rich man knew nothing about this word.
"Look at the release date of this book!"
Jia Liu angrily pointed out that the release date of the "Restoration Emperor's Diary Volume 1" was five months ago, and he only made up his mind to publish it publicly last month in view of the serious situation of his diaries being privately sold by his staff.
So far, less than 3,000 copies have been published. Considering that the emperor should not seek personal gain, the price is very cheap, and three rich men can buy one copy.
Excluding the printing costs, not only did not earn a penny, but also lost 78 taels!
And it is certain that the diary has not yet been published in the enemy and puppet areas of the capital.
So here comes the question, where did this pirated diary in the old rich man’s hands come from?
Selling three, two, or three copies each, this is simply a huge profit without capital. It is a way of plucking the wool of the Reform Emperor and cutting off the tail of Guiziliu!
Can't bear it!
Moreover, the printing quality is obviously too poor. He just flipped through it casually. Not only was the layout completely messed up, but there were also many typos throughout the article. It was simply shoddy and would not take readers seriously!
What annoys him even more is that this book is only the first volume!
It seems as if he knew that the Reform Emperor would write the middle and second volumes.
Do you think it's irritating or not?
"Well?"
Liuzi's series of questions made the old rich man confused. He really didn't know where the book was printed, but he only knew that it cost 200 taels per copy on the black market.
He asked many people to buy a copy, and it ended up costing more than four hundred taels, but it was worth every penny. After all, I heard that this book was the hard work of Liu Zi's wise brother.
After buying it, I stayed up late at night reading it and came to two conclusions.
First, the diary of Liu Zi Xiandi is not only an excellent teaching material on state governance, but also the only way for officials to improve.
That is, as long as the officials do what is described in Liu Zi's diary, I dare not say that they will be promoted to the third level every year. There is no problem in being promoted to the first level in three years.
Secondly, this diary will be his protective talisman, and carrying it with him will be as effective as an iron coupon to avoid death.
But he really didn't expect that this book would be a forgery, and the person involved had no idea about it.
This is inevitable...
How should I put it? Anyway, the old rich man feels very bad.
The original self-confidence was gone, and in addition to the anxiety, I began to feel uneasy, worried that Liuzi would be so happy that he became a benevolent person.
But soon, his heart dropped again when he mentioned it.
Because Sixth Son Xiandi walked to the desk and took a new book from the drawer and handed it solemnly to him: "This is the original copy, signed by me, please keep it."
"I..."
The old rich man didn't know what to say.
"Stop talking, I understand."
Jia Liu turned around and looked at the big Western clock placed in the corner. When he saw that it was time for dinner, he asked the canteen to bring some dishes to him regardless of whether the rich man was in the mood to eat.
"Six sons,"
The corners of the old rich man's eyes moistened for no reason. He discovered that the hundreds of kilograms of bells given to him by his six sons and wise brothers had always been with him.
"Okay, okay, stop talking, eat, eat."
Jia Liu directly pulled the old man to the small dining table next door. Not long after, the food was delivered from the canteen. It was very simple, including a pot of meat, a plate of fish, and two vegetarian dishes.
The soup is made directly from soy sauce and served cold.
"Try this meat. I asked the canteen master to remove the oil. It tastes fat but not greasy."
While talking, Jia Liu picked up a big piece of fat meat and handed it to the old rich man's bowl.
The old man was so moved that he hurriedly swallowed it. Although it was extremely difficult to swallow, he still enjoyed the taste. After swallowing it, he couldn't help but praise: "Okay, this meat is really well cooked. It's delicious, thick and unique. It's me, Mr. Zhangjia."
The most delicious food I have ever eaten in my life.”
"Good ingredients must be made by good chefs. If there are no good chefs, no matter how good the ingredients are, they will be tasteless and boring. As the saying goes, don't forget to dig out the water when you eat it. When we eat good ingredients, we must be careful.
We cannot forget the contributions of our masters."
There is obviously something in this statement.
After saying that, he put a piece of lean meat into his mouth and said with emotion: "To be honest with you, I haven't eaten meat for half a month. If I hadn't entertained you today, I wouldn't have made an exception."
"oh?"
The old rich man cooperated with an expression of disbelief.
"Brother, I don't know that the country is in trouble now. How much food was used in the Huguang War and how many places were damaged. Not to mention the hardships of the people, I, the emperor, are even more miserable. So I said when will the soldiers be able to eat meat every day?
Only eat meat..."
After saying this, he expressed regret that so far, as an emperor, he could not make his soldiers eat meat every day, so he was always embarrassed to eat meat.
The old rich man was really shocked and motionless, not knowing what to say.
When Jia Liu saw this, he picked up Kuai Zi and gave a piece of fat meat to the old rich man, while he still ate the thin one.
It's not that he is reluctant to feed the rich man lean meat, but that fat meat is more popular than lean meat in this era because of the general lack of nutrition.
No matter how fat he looks, he definitely doesn't like eating lean meat.
The old rich man cursed secretly, swallowed the fat meat into his stomach, and said with a swipe of his mouth: "Sixth Son, I have actually wanted to revolt for a long time. You don't know. After I was released from prison, I devoted myself to planning for you.
I didn’t expect that in the end..."
Jia Liu paused: "Brother, there is no need to tell me this. Others don't understand me, so don't they understand you?"
After a pause, he said, "By the way, I have something to tell my brother."
Then he told the old rich man that he did not kill Qianlong, but asked Qianlong to serve as the vice president of the Qing Dynasty Poetry Association, which allowed Qianlong to use his personal expertise and leave more spiritual wealth for the Qing Dynasty and the people.
After all, this guy can write poetry.
The old rich man did not show any surprise on his face, but said quickly: "I am not very good at writing poems and songs, but I have some insignificant experience in running a country."
Hearing this, Jia Liu hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I have already arranged your work."
After hearing this, the old rich man quickly stood up and said excitedly: "No matter what the emperor wants me to do, I will never look back. I will go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of fire. It is my duty, my duty!"
Then he asked Liu Zi very politely whether he would return to Beijing immediately to take charge of the overall situation, or whether he would return to Beijing with Yu Jia.
Jia Liu looked at the old man carefully: "I have arranged your work like this. You also know that there are many poor people in the Qing Dynasty, and there are also many refugees, so I plan to establish a mutual aid association for refugees, and you will be the president."
"Hmm? Your Majesty, can you explain it more clearly?"
The old rich man said he didn’t understand what Guiziliu was talking about.
"That's the leader of the Beggar Clan."
Jia Liu put down the bowl, took out the iron sign that he had ordered someone to make from his pocket and threw it in front of the old rich man.
On the iron plate were eleven large characters - "Imperially ordered Admiral to be the President of the Beggars Union".
This is the fate of the old rich.
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The author's note again: This book is a comedy sketch about daily life. The contents of traditional bad streets such as war, technology, and farming are all abbreviated. If you don't like it, you can skip it. There is no need to accuse the author of carefully conceived plots that are not to your liking.