Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

In the Jinling city, inside the palace.

Zhu Di looked at the memorial in his hand and shook his head: "Fang Dehua's handwriting really makes me..."

Hu Guang smiled below and said, "Your Majesty, Xing He has forgotten a lot of things after all, but he can still be on his own. It can be said to be my Da Ming's legend."

At this moment, Zhu Zhanji walked in with a letter and said angrily: "Grandpa emperor, the servants below are really lawless, it's really time to be cured!"

After seeing Hu Guang, Zhu Zhanji subconsciously put away his anger, put away the letter in his hand, and then saluted Zhu Di.

Zhu Di was watching Fang Xing's memorial without any expression on his face.

For a long time, Zhu Di put down the memorial, his expression seemed calm, but the big **** who knew him knew at first glance that the big man was going to get angry.

"Earlier salary, people fat people ointment..."

Zhu Di slowly read the words of Hou Shu Meng Zhixiang, and when the people below looked at each other, without any warning, a piece of jade paperweight was thrown down.

"Bah!"

The jade paper was shattered to pieces, and everyone was silent.

"Go Shi, go down now!"

Seeing Zhu Di's rage, Yang Rong courageously asked: "Your Majesty, go down to Yushi... who is the head?"

When the censor goes down, that is the eighth house inspection in folklore later, but who is in charge, this is a big question.

Zhu Di took a look at Zhu Zhanji, "Taizhou government officials are unclear, so they are exhausted, and Xinghe Bo can check them out, and take all the locks back to Beijing!"

Hu Guang's feet trembled, and he bowed and said, "Your Majesty, since Xing He Bo is in charge, can the Yushi go down?"

Yang Rong's eyebrows tightened, and Zhu Zhanji clenched his fists.

Zhu Di looked at the lights outside coldly, "Go, why not!"

Hu Guang's feet were firm, but the corners of his mouth were smiling.

wry smile!

Zhu Zhanji was a bit regretful. After Hu Guang and others had left, he bowed and said: "Grandpa Huang, Xinghe Bolai's letter informed Taizhou about the fact that the small officials are rampant, which is shocking."

Zhu Di snorted coldly: "Then kill!"

Zhu Zhan basically wanted to object, but he immediately remembered what Fang Xing had said in his letter.

Killing is not a way, but it is also necessary to kill!

And Zhu Di took another memorial in his hand. When he saw the content, he couldn't help but raised his brow, and coldly glanced at the name of the official who was on the memorial.

...

And Fang Xing also faced a choice at this time.

"Uncle, the three are here again."

Fang Xing was giving a lecture to Xu Fangda, and when he heard the words, he frowned and said: "I'll be here today. Go back and do your own calculations. If you have any questions, turn around and ask me."

After Xu Fangda left, Fang Xing said, "Bring him here."

Sanjo was very well-behaved when he came in. First, it was a five-body gift, and then said with joy: "Uncle, the young man sold all the jewelry during this trip."

"Then congratulations."

Fang Xing said with a smile, and as he spoke, he picked up a shiny piece of'Platinum' from the table and said, "This item is not easy to mine. Ben Bo is going to sell it to Jinling. After that, your share will be reduced."

"Uncle, the younger one is willing to underwrite!"

Sanjo said excitedly: "Uncle, the young man brought thousands of taels of silver this time, just for this platinum, don't you..."

"How many taels of silver?"

Before Fang Xing retorted, Huang Zhong said disdainfully: "My uncle has already found a big buyer in Jinling, and they have to pack all the goods at one time. Your little money is not even a corner!"

Fang Xing said reservedly: "Your business is too small. Ben has a lot of money in Daming. With your little money, Ben can't drink the northwest wind!"

Sanjo was anxious and wanted to get up, but there was a sound of a long knife unsheathed, and he had to crawl again.

"Uncle, the younger one wants to eat it all, but I don't know how many goods you have on hand!"

Fang Xing said impatiently: "It's too much for you to eat, and if I sell it to those people, it can also bring you closer. What's the use of selling it to you?"

Sanjo said without hesitation: "Uncle, the small one can mobilize silver, several hundred thousand taels of silver, if it is not enough, the small one can still borrow it."

"Oh!"

Fang Xing's face showed greed, "But what about the price?"

Sanjo vowed to say: "Add 10%, and the small guarantees two ends!"

Fang Xing and Huang Zhong exchanged glances, then pondered for a while and said, "But where is your deposit?"

The three gritted their teeth and said, "The silver I brought this time...just, even if it's a deposit!"

"A little bit less!"

Fang Xing looked down reluctantly.

Erjo untied the small bag around his waist and smiled at Huang Zhongzhen.

Huang Zhong thought for a while, then said, "Uncle, isn't that mine still being mined, or else the nobleman from Jinling will...slow it down?"

"Hey!"

"Fine!"

Fang Xing waved his hand and said, "When can you hand over?"

Sanjo resolutely said: "Uncle, the young one will go back now, and I will guarantee that I can come back with the silver within half a month."

"so be it."

Fang Xing looked impatient and waved to drive people away.

Sanjo got up and winked at Huang Zhong, and then the two went out together.

When Huang Zhong came in again, there was a small bag in his hand.

"What is it?"

Fang Xing was reading a piece of information and asked without looking up.

Huang Zhong opened it and took a look, then smiled: "It's gold, I guess there are more than ten taels."

Fang Xing still didn't look up~www.NovelMTL.com~ casually said: "Have you sent someone to stare?"

Huang Zhong said: "The knife personally followed."

"Ah That's good."

Huang Zhong saw Fang Xing looking at the information attentively, and asked: "Uncle, then this half month is the time for us to prepare."

Fang Xing finally finished reading the information, and sighed softly: "The Japanese are used to seeing those greedy faces, but they themselves are more greedy, so just give it a shot."

"But this set is for both sides, it depends on who takes it out first..."

...

Time passed, and when the crab's cream became less and less, the first batch of cans came out.

"Uncle, you taste it."

Xu Qing opened a clay pot, and a strong scent of hairtail came out.

Fang Xing took the chopsticks, took a piece out, closed his eyes and tasted it slowly.

The fish is crispy and fragrant, and the fish bones can be chewed even after being processed and soaked in the soup for a long time.

"Yes, you all taste it."

Fang Xing put down his chopsticks, and Xu Qing quickly opened another altar, "Uncle, this altar is made of black bean fish, according to your instructions."

"Oh!"

Fang Xing remembered the canned black bean fish he had brought out, and couldn't help but leaned in and smelled it.

The addition of tempeh will cover the fish's own fishy smell and taste strong.

"Good food for dinner!"

Fang Xing nodded with satisfaction: "It's almost the same. Send a batch to Jinling first."

Fang Xing believes that with the reputation of No.1 Fresh, the fame of this canned sea fish will be established.

This is the source of money!

Fang Xing is not a saint, and it is impossible to completely give up his own benefits for the benefit of the fishermen.

"There is a will..."

A sharp voice came, which also brought Zhu Di's order.

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