Could it be that the other princes were all born by stepmothers? 3/4
"You're seven?"
"You just came up with a solution and you want 70%?”
After recovering from his shock, he found it unbelievable.
Seeing him like this, Zhao Xuan felt that it was only natural.
"What's wrong? This idea is the most valuable, understand? This was called intellectual property protection. Only by giving the inventor more profits would Great Qin be able to produce more and more new ideas. Otherwise, who would be willing to be innovative? To create?"
As he said that, he turned to look at Ying Zheng beside him and asked again.
"Old Zhao, how about it? Do you plan to do it?
Don't say that I'm bullying you.
I'm being polite before resorting to force.
70 for me and 30 for you. This is already the bottom line that I can accept.
If you can, I'll give you all the intellectual property rights of these products.
"If it doesn't work, you can try to sell this brown sugar first. I'll go and take a look at the other things before looking for other companies to cooperate.”
……
Listening to what he said, he had 70% of the net profit, and this was the bottom line?
When the other party heard this, his heart was filled with anger.
Not only him, even Ying Zheng, who was standing beside him, did not know whether to laugh or cry.
In his heart, he estimated that in this entire world, the only person who dared to speak to him like this was probably Zhao Xuan alone.
However, on second thought, this was his biological son after all, so he felt relieved.
So what if he earned 70%?
In the end, this money was still in their own pockets.
And just like what Zhao Xuan said earlier.
Whether it was the curved shaft plow or this sugar refining method, both were great things that benefited the country and the people.
It was not something that could be measured by money.
……
He thought about it.
He finally nodded and directly agreed to this matter.
"This is good too."
"If that's the case, then let's put it this way. 70%, 70%.”
"What? 70%? Your Majesty…No, Old Zhao, you really agreed!？”
Upon hearing this, Dun Ruo was also shocked.
He did not expect that Ying Zheng would actually agree to such an unreasonable request.
After all, since ancient times, daily necessities such as salt and sugar were controlled by the government.
It was the main source of tax revenue for the imperial court.
Although the brown sugar was really laid out.
Because of the high price.
In the short term, it might not cause any substantial impact on the tax revenue of the Qin Dynasty.
However, since ancient times, there had never been a precedent for such a large sum of money to be directly handed over to the prince to manage.
His Majesty…spoiled Prince Nineteen too much.
……
Dun Ruo thought about it, then came back to his senses. He looked at Zhao Xuan beside him and suddenly felt some sympathy.
Of course, it wasn't because he sympathized with Zhao Xuan.
Instead, he pitied Young Master Huhai, who was far away in the Imperial City, and Young Master Fusu, who was guarding the border north of the Great Wall.
It was too tragic.
Even if these two princes were added together, they would not be able to match the weight of Young Master Xuan in Ying Zheng's heart, right?
This was no longer favoritism.
To exaggerate, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the remaining eighteen princes were all born by stepmothers.
……
The incident at the Black Ice Platform had caused Dun Ruo to have doubts about the heir.
At this moment.
The weakening of Great Qin could determine its future.
Or rather, who exactly was the next Crown Prince in Ying Zheng's heart?
……
He thought about it.
He turned his head and looked at the Crown Prince in front of him with a respectful expression.
As for the change in his gaze, Zhao Xuan did not feel much.
Right now, all his attention was on Ying Zheng.
Seeing that he had finally nodded and agreed to his previous request, he laughed out loud and patted Ying Zheng's shoulder. Then, with a smug look on his face, he said,"
"Old Zhao is indeed straightforward!"
"Then it's settled."
"I also look forward to the day when everyone in Great Qin can use the Curved Plow and eat their fill.”
After Zhao Xuan finished speaking, his eyes were filled with hope.
"It is naturally possible for everyone to use the curved shaft plow. However, since everyone has eaten their fill, I'm afraid that your new method of refining sugar alone is not enough.”
And looking at him like this.
But Ying Zheng shook his head, and a rare look of desolation appeared on his face.
Even though he was often called a tyrant by later generations, as an emperor, how could he not know how difficult the lives of Great Qin's people were?
However, due to the limitations of the era, the world was still in chaos.
To be honest, there was a limit to what he could do.
People often framed Ying Zheng with the matter of building the Great Wall in the north.
However, they did not know that if the Great Wall was not repaired, the Xiongnu would plunder and the people in the north would be in even more dire straits.
Although the Ancestral Dragon himself did not mind the rumors of outsiders.
However, every time he thought of this, his heart ached.
That was why he shook his head and said those words.
Upon hearing his words, Zhao Xuan's expression involuntarily turned solemn. He patted his shoulder and said,
"I didn't expect you to be such a sentimental person, Old Zhao.”
"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, all of Great Qin's residents will be able to eat and wear warm clothes.”
"Oh? Zhao Xuan, you mean…you have a way…"
Ancestral Dragon thought of what Zhao Xuan had said earlier about immortals passing down spells in dreams.
Suddenly, a golden light shot out from his eyes.
And looking at him like this.
Zhao Xuan smiled and nodded.
"Of course."
"However, I still need some time.”
Ying Zheng laughed heartily and said," Good, good, as long as there is a way. I can wait, and so can our Great Qin.”
"Don't talk about Great Qin for no reason. You're talking as if Great Qin is your home.”
Look at him.
Zhao Xuan shook his head and laughed.
He thought to himself that Old Zhao was good in everything, but sometimes, his tone was a little too big.
Hence, he took the opportunity to speak. He was sincere and earnest as he instructed,
"Old Zhao, you have to keep a low profile, understand?”
F * ck.
I want to keep a low profile.
But his strength didn't allow it.
How could an emperor of the ages keep a low profile?
Hearing this, Ying Zheng's smile froze.
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