Yunfu came back soon.
To Yun Zhao: "The government wants 70%!"
"Pure profit?"
"Yes!"
"What are they doing?" You won’t be able to produce it, right?”
“I’ll provide you with the tax form, including the customs clearance certificate used by the Yun family to do business with foreign Mongolians.”
“In other words, it’s a big difference. If something happens to the city, they will be responsible, right?"
"Exactly! Hong Chengchou promised that the interest collected on the first day will belong to the Yun family, and from now on, all the interest collected will be between the Yun family and the company. According to the government's allocation, Yun's accountant will soon come to sit with our accountant."
"Very good, immediately separate Yunshi from this matter and tell everyone that this is an official's account. The feast was held!"
Yun Fu asked in confusion: "Why do you do this?"
Yun Zhao looked at the cheerful crowd outside and said calmly: "I heard "Datura powder" can make people happy. I asked Yunmeng to buy some before. You can add this to Yun's seasoning bag.
Remember, the dosage should be light, otherwise it will cause irritation if it is too heavy. Poisoned!"
Qian Duoduo, who had recovered, whispered: "I have seen some noble people add something called "Fushou ointment" to their tobacco. That's great! "
p>Yun Zhao slowly turned his head, grabbed Qian Duoduo's collar, almost eye to eye, and said in the most gloomy voice: "If you dare to touch that thing in your life, I will kill you with a knife. After saying this, he threw the frightened Qian Duoduo on the chair and said to Yun Fu: "Uncle Fu, remember one thing, from today on, all the children of the Yun family will Anyone who is contaminated with this thing will be killed with one knife regardless of the reason!
Including me——"
Uncle Fu saw that Yun Zhao's face turned livid, and he didn't know why he was like this! Nervous, but understood that Yun Zhao regarded this matter as extremely important. ’
Think about it: “Luxury Ointment” was originally a royal tribute. Where can ordinary people get something that is worth as much as gold?
When he thought of this, he nodded, which was regarded as acknowledgment of Yun Zhao's instructions.
When it comes to "Fu Shou Ointment", Yun Zhao knows more about this thing than money. People like Yun Fu are too profound.
This thing is a thing that will destroy the country and destroy the species.
Although as Qian Duoduo said, using this kind of thing may be more effective in this situation, Yun Zhao did not dare to use it. He was afraid that after using it once, he would not be able to help using it again in the future. .
A person’s bottom line is actually not that high. After doing something that touches the bottom line, for the sake of convenience, the bottom line will continue to be lowered until there is no bottom line.
Yunfu went out with Duoduo, and Yunniang whispered to her son: "Son, I think it's wrong for me, you don't treat these people as human beings.
< p>Yun’s pursuit of wealth is true and cannot be malicious.”Yun Zhao sighed softly, living in the age of peace.Yue's mother didn't know what kind of cruel world would come next.
It is unrealistic to tell my mother what the coming troubled times will be like, so I smiled and said: "Don't worry, it won't kill anyone. The dose of medicine is very light, it just acts as a primer."
Yunniang sighed and closed her eyes, leaning on the chair to fall asleep. She could no longer understand her son.
When the red light first turned on, all the foreigners in the city came. People had forgotten that this was originally a place for business.
Just think of it as a carnival place.
Mongolians and Uzbeans came the most. They originally liked this kind of scene of drinking, eating, eating and singing. Therefore, their carnival would not stop as long as the drinking and meat and singing and dancing continued.
I don’t know since when, Yun’s mutton is no longer available for free, and Yun’s drinks are no longer cheap. When a high stage is set up and a group of beautiful dancers appear, These people howled like wolves.
The singer and dancer were invited by Hong Chengchou, and they didn’t spend any money!
The soldiers who maintained order also belonged to Hong Chengchou, so there was no need to spend money!
Even the red lanterns hanging on the street were brought by Hong Chengchou, so Yun didn't have to spend any money.
As for the merchants around Dacha City, they are even more crazy. They pay Yunshi, lend tools, and give people hands, hoping that Yunshi can let them enter this street to do business.
Everyone knows that Us Tibetans who can come to Xi'an to do business have a lot of money after selling a large amount of medicinal materials and rare and exotic animals.
The Mongolians who were able to come to Xi'an to do business even sold a large number of cattle and sheep. After the skins and wool, they also had a lot of money in their hands.
Nowadays, these rich people are drinking so much that they are going crazy. If they don’t make money now, how long will it take to make money?
The sesame salt fried by his mother was delicious, and Yun Zhao enjoyed it when sandwiched in the flatbread.
Now Yun Zhao has completely settled down and has begun to treat the current scene as an ordinary scene.
A small amount of datura powder can make people excited, a large amount of datura powder can make people paralyzed and die, and an appropriate amount of datura powder can make people drowsy.
Yun Zhao is not Hua Tuo, nor is he an assassin. He only takes one of the functions of Mandala.
A long time ago, Yun Zhao held a tourism festival in the beautiful mountain village where he helped the poor.
Pink buckwheat flowers bloom all over the mountains and plains there.
The conditions in the mountain village are simple, and the only thing Yunzhao can rely on is the buckwheat flowers all over the mountains and plains. An elf-like girl walks in the buckwheat flower field, and the photos taken are like a fairyland.
That tourism festival was also very successful, bringing an income of almost 400 yuan per capita to the small mountain village with less than 100 people.
However, the elf-like girl who originally belonged to Yunzhao disappeared with the decline of Buckwheat Flower and never appeared in Yunzhao again.in life.
Thinking of this, Yun Zhao looked at Qian Duoduo and felt that Qian Duoduo was much prettier than that girl.
It's just that he wants to laugh every time he looks at Qian Duoduo... Yun Zhao swears that this may be because the body's hormones have not yet begun to be secreted... After all, a person like Qian Duoduo can't help but laugh. ...It can really be said that everyone is loved by everyone...
Hong Chengchou was walking among the lively crowd, holding a white pancake filled with cured mutton in one hand and a pot of yogurt in the other, eating After a bite of cured mutton pancake and a sip of sweet and sour yogurt, my eyes fell on these carnival foreigners.
He saw with his own eyes that these foreigners threw away the money they had worked so hard to transfer, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
The stairs leading directly to the master's bedroom from Yun's Grain Store are in the store. Hong Chengchou stood at the door for a moment, then turned and left.
Yunshi is a woman who keeps her word, and it is not in line with etiquette to see such a woman late at night.
Hong Chengchou stopped in his tracks as he thought of the fat white boy who called himself the Wild Boar Spirit for no reason. Now, he wanted to know who from the Yun family started this money-making feast.
The old servant of the Yun family whom I came into contact with during the day seemed to be a steady person at first glance, and it is absolutely impossible for a person to host such a feast to be a steady person.
Fantasy ideas have absolutely nothing to do with mediocre and steady people!
For some reason, Hong Chengchou always felt that this feast was related to the little wild boar spirit.
Seeing the two laborers carrying baskets of copper coins into Yun's Grain Store, Hong Chengchou hesitated for a moment. He really wanted to take the money directly.
After thinking for a moment, he let out a long sigh and did not stop the soldiers carrying the copper coins behind him. He watched the coins disappear into the black door of Yun's Bank.
"Such a thing can be done again next year, and next time, Yunshi will not need to intervene.
Before the matter is completed, the matter cannot be completed! "
Walking into the accounting room of Yun's Grain Store, four accounting gentlemen were plucking the beads on the abacus.
Behind them, baskets of copper coins had been stacked up, and seven or eight government officials were stringing together these scattered coins.
"Eight hundred coins are enough money..."
Hong Chengchou finished the remaining food in three or two bites, picked up a bunch of money, counted them, and sighed slightly.
The usual money should be one thousand copper coins. Unfortunately, no one in this world does this. Even if it is an official collection, it is still 800 copper coins. Even 700 copper coins can be considered a normal money.
No one uses the easy-to-carry Ming Dynasty banknotes anymore... Hong Chengchou's eyes were moist as he patted the small flat coins in the bamboo basket.
The hungry people in the northwest rebelled one after another, and there was no end to the strangulation. Today Wang Er was killed, and tomorrow Li Liu would rebel. The granaries in Shaanxi Liangdao were empty, and there was not a single copper coin in the bank.
Soldiers need pay, hungry people need food, and the emperor wants peace in the world.The Lord in the court wants to tax the yin and yang... But now, the world is in decline. If you can't take care of the front, your butt will be exposed. If you can't take care of the butt, the front will be bare... A piece of cloth as big as a palm can no longer cover the shame of the Ming Dynasty. Shameful.