"Don't be so stubborn, just say what you have to say!"
When he arrived at the guest room, he didn't sense the presence of surveillance, so Jia Cong said with a chuckle.
Along the way, Lian Er frowned and looked worried, obviously frightened by his behavior in the study.
"Third brother, does my uncle's study really have 'walls with ears'?"
Looking around, even though there was no one else in the room, Lian Er still looked cautious and confirmed in a low voice: "Don't scare me, brother!"
"Why am I scaring Brother Lian?"
Sitting on the chair, Jia Cong sneered: "If Wang'er, the second brother Lian's subordinate, controls 30% of the output of your industry, will the second brother Lian send someone to closely monitor it?"
"That's for sure. If I don't send someone to monitor me, what if that kid embezzles my brother's money?"
Lian Er subconsciously spoke, and as soon as he finished speaking, he looked thoughtful.
"This is the end!"
Jia Cong spread his hands and said leisurely: "Yangzhou Salt Policy is related to Daqing's annual treasury revenue of 30% to 40%. Isn't it possible that people are not sent to keep an eye on my uncle, the salt inspector?"
Lian Er was speechless for a moment, but a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"That……"
He wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
"Don't worry, just do whatever you want!"
Jia Cong chuckled and said, "As long as we brothers don't do anything obvious and secretly monitor our uncle's existence, we won't pay attention to us at all!"
Lian Er sighed, that was all he could do.
As for how Jia Cong knew that "walls have ears", he didn't want to know, or he didn't dare to ask easily.
In the next few days, Lin Ruhai was busy entertaining the imperial ministers and the investigation team. Even when he came back at night, he had to be careful of "walls have ears" and did not have any personal contact with Jia Cong.
Jia Cong was not in a hurry, and led a group of thugs from the Xue family to show off in Yangzhou City, acting like a playboy, which attracted a lot of discussion.
Only in Yangzhou, a prosperous place, can you experience first-hand the tycoon style of salt merchants, who simply do not use money as money.
A banquet costs hundreds of taels, not including the entertainers or oirans invited to add to the fun;
In the theater, large sums of money are spent to support the audience, and sometimes thousands of taels of silver notes are thrown out without even blinking in a fight for the rich;
There is jealousy in the brothel, and the money is flowing out like water to win the favor of the famous prostitute;
Famous paintings, calligraphy and rare treasures on the market are brought home as if they are free of charge:
…
In short, in just a few days, Jia Cong's eyes were opened, and he saw the rich style of the Yangzhou salt merchants in Daqing, which made everyone jealous.
I don’t know if these children of the salt merchant family who spend a lot of money understand that there are imperial envoys and investigation teams sent by the imperial court to Yangzhou?
How much trouble would it cause if all their wealthy behavior were recorded and sent to the desk today?
Or is it that the rich don't care about revealing their wealth at all, or are they exposed to today's extreme shortage of money?
So, the brain is a good thing!
Of course, Jia Cong was wandering around the prosperous area of Yangzhou. Although he didn't have much money, he couldn't stand up to his grandeur.
He is always surrounded by thirty thugs of the Xue family who are big, round, and fierce, and it is difficult not to attract attention.
Then, those who were interested quickly found out Jia Cong's identity.
The young master from Rongguo Mansion in the capital is nothing, but the nephew of Yangzhou Salt Patrol Censor is worthy of attention.
It can be said that the number one official boss in Yangzhou City is the Salt Patrol Censor.
The most important thing is that the wealthy salt merchants may not care about the governor of Yangzhou or even the governor of Su Province, but they will never dare to provoke the Yangzhou Salt Patrol Censor.
The salt profit that they depend on for survival is in the hands of the Salt Patrol Censor, and it is difficult not to pay attention to it.
As a result, Jia Cong suddenly became surrounded by many local wealthy young men from Yangzhou.
Their approach was very simple and crude. They just wanted to use money to defeat Jia Cong, a 'country bumpkin' from the capital.
Money is not enough, beauties come to help!
For a time, there were a lot of posts about banquets for Jia Cong, and they were all the sons of certain salt merchants, or the children of officials under the Salt Patrol Censor.
Adhering to the spirit of revolutionary optimism of eating the sugar-coated food and throwing the shells back, Jia Cong did not act aloof and happily participated in several banquets.
Luxurious, grand and high-end!
This is his direct impression of the banquet, and then there are the rich and colorful delicacies, whether they are flying in the sky, running on the ground, or swimming in the water, as long as they can get them, they can basically be seen on the luxurious dining table.
Jia Cong was unceremonious and refused all comers. One person could feed ten people, and a large table of delicacies could only fill him eight cents full.
Just like that, the young master who hosted the banquet was so shocked that he was speechless for a long time and just looked at Jia Cong.
By the time they came to their senses, Jia Cong had almost finished eating. He couldn't drink the same rich and colorful wine, so he had to give up.
After several banquets, Jia Cong's name as "Big Rice Bucket" once again spread throughout Yangzhou, and he became a laughing stock among Yangzhou's powerful circles.
To be honest, Lin Ruhai has a really good temper, and Jia Cong's behavior, to be honest, is very likely to tarnish his face.
But not only was he not angry, but he also deliberately comforted him after going to the Yamen, asking him not to take the gossip outside to heart and do as he should.
Jia Lian, on the other hand, complained privately, saying that Jia Cong's nickname was registered with the Imperial Envoy and the investigation team, so couldn't he keep a low profile?
"Be low-key!"
Facing Lian Er, Jia Cong was not polite at all and said funnyly: "You are just a sixth-grade chief, how can you think so much about this?"
In one sentence, Lian Er was so angry that he had no choice but to retreat.
Seeing that Jia Cong's popularity was really unsightly, the wealthy young man from Yangzhou who entertained him changed his tactics and planned to play a beauty trap.
When the fragrance came into his arms, Jia Cong was completely indifferent.
No matter it was the so-called "Yangzhou thin horse", the top star of a certain building, or an oiran from somewhere, it was difficult to cause Jia Cong's mood to fluctuate at all.
The beauties invited with huge sums of money are of no use at all. Jia Cong is like a wooden person, indifferent to their various charms, let alone their pillow style. He can't even think about such a good thing.
What's going on?
Is it possible that a young man from the capital doesn't like beauty and beauty?
Seeing Jia Cong's weird behavior, the powerful Yangzhou princes who wanted to seduce him were dumbfounded. They immediately changed their minds and invited seniors from the famous Nanfeng Pavilion from all over the south of the Yangtze River to help.
Then, these effeminate guys couldn't even get within three feet of Jia Cong, and were directly stopped by the thugs of the Xue family who were big, round, and fierce.