"Young Master!"
After returning to the Zhang Manor, Zhang Xiaoshan first took a steam bath and made a big sword.
Given the Zhang family's conditions, these were all necessary basic facilities.
Especially Hong Xiao and the other two girls, they were also very familiar with these things. They wore thin gauze and massaged Zhang Xiaoshan.
Compared to the bitter cultivation in the valley, the Zhang family lived a luxurious life where the emperor did not go to court early and the wine and meat in the red door were stinky.
Moreover, Zhang Xiaoshan never suppressed himself, nor did he feel the need to become a high and mighty saint.
Just like a game, he could level up freely.
Merit was the experience gained in the game. He would gain it bit by bit, level up, and become the strongest in this world.
"Uncle Yang, how is the grain price in Lin An House recently?”
The Head Butler was not only the Zhang Residence's butler, but also the Head Shopkeeper of Lin 'an Residence.
In the past, the identity of the head shopkeeper was Zhang Yuan, but the rapid expansion of the Zhang family's business, Zhang Xiaoshan proposed a new management model:
Within the Great Song, there were three shopkeepers in each prefecture. They had the power to make decisions, execute, and supervise.
Moreover, every head shopkeeper was a business genius selected from thousands of people. Every year, they would get 3% of the dividends from the shops under their jurisdiction. If they did well, they would get a commission of one to three points.
Therefore, Uncle Yang, as the butler, had received more than ten thousand taels of silver in dividends for the past two years.
After all, the business of Lin An House could be said to be making a lot of money every day.
"Young Master, you have a good plan. This year, the south has been raining heavily, and many areas have indeed suffered disasters. Even if we sell the grain we have hoarded at a fair price, we can still make a fortune.”
Uncle Yang had a smile on his face.
In the face of a disaster, there should be unity, but for merchants, it was an opportunity to make a fortune.
The low status of scholars, farmers, businessmen, and merchants was not only due to their hatred of the rich.
For example, the old butler Uncle Yang, who was usually kind and amiable, not only did he not bemoan the state of heaven and pity the people, but he was also grinning from ear to ear.
Because of the disaster in the south, the grain they had hoarded was not very profitable.
Instead, it would be several times, ten times the profit!
"What the Zhang family lacks now is not money, but prestige.
Uncle Yang, give the order to transport the grain hoarded to the disaster area and help them tide over the difficulties by scattering sand and giving them porridge.”
"Young Master, isn't this loss too great?”
The old butler frowned. He did not object to the Zhang family's charity, but donating all the grain they had hoarded would definitely incur a loss of more than 10,000 taels.
One had to know that even if they sold it at a 'fair price', they would still make a lot of money.
The black-hearted merchants could take advantage of the disaster to increase the price of grain by several times on the basis of the original official 'fair price.
Hence, a hundred thousand liang of gold was not a dream.
In a disaster area, food was life.
Every time there was a disaster, the price of grain would increase by more than one or two times.
The price of the black market was several times, or even ten times, that of cheap grain.
This was because there was a limited amount of affordable food. Just like most public rental houses, the people who lived there were people with connections or people who drove Mercedes-Benz or BMW.
If this was the case in the later generations, how could it be the case in ancient times when the magistrate was cleared in three years for 100,000 snowflake silver?
Government and business colluded, who cared if the disaster victims were dead or alive.
It was impossible for the poor to eat cheap food.
"Alright, Uncle Yang, I know your concerns, but you can't earn all the money.
Since our Zhang family wants to sell grain at a fair price, why don't we do it thoroughly? How can we not invest in the accumulation of reputation? The more we invest, the more we gain.
One had to know that this was a life-saving food in the snow.
If he missed it, even if he were to spend a hundred thousand gold taels in the future, it would not have the same effect as now.”
"This old servant is too short-sighted."
The old butler's heart skipped a beat. He understood the young man's boldness and couldn't help but sigh at his old age.
Taking advantage of the disaster to make a huge profit was not bad, but if he donated it directly, his huge reputation would be like an iron coupon.
As long as the Zhang family didn't court death, who in the Nine Provinces wouldn't look up to the Zhang family in the future?
Doing business with the Zhang family would also bring great benefits.
"In addition, Uncle Yang will prepare some generous gifts to send out. Don't forget to send out the few dignitaries of the current dynasty.
Since we have to do it, we naturally can't start with a strong start but end with a weak finish. Let them speak for us in the court, and our Zhang family will receive more care from the court in the future.”
Merchants valued peace!
Although Zhang Xiaoshan was a martial arts expert, he was not a boorish man who would directly fight against the nobles of the imperial court.
He still had to curry favor with those who should be fawned on.
As for colluding with officials and businessmen?
The Zhang family was not without a foundation. Five years ago, the Zhang family was not a soft persimmon.
Moreover, the Zhang family was now connected to the sky.
Many of the tributes in the royal palace were made by the Zhang family, such as soap, glass, wine... and they were provided to the royal family and nobles for free.
However, according to the accounts, the palace treasury purchased ten thousand taels of gold last year alone.
Therefore, in the eyes of the officials in the palace, the Zhang family was the God of Wealth.
However, the Zhang family did not suffer any losses. After all, the cost did not exceed 100 taels.
And the economic effect of the tributes was that the Zhang family made a lot of money every year.
In a few years, his family property had increased several times.
In the early years, even Tong Guan wanted to take Zhang Xiaoshan as his adopted son.
However, because Zhang Xiaoshan was traveling outside, he rejected the offer.
Flattery was flattery, but marriage was of the same origin.
With Tong Guan's notoriety, the Zhang family's accumulated reputation would instantly be pulled into the abyss.
Moreover, it was definitely not a good thing for a eunuch to adopt a son.
Thus, the An family supported Cai Jing while the Zhang family was supported by Tong Guan, gradually forming a confrontation.
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"Sir, the Zhang family sent a generous gift this afternoon!”
At night, Zhuge Zhengwo finally returned to the Divine Constabulary.
As soon as Zhuge Zhengwo entered the door, he saw a small mountain of gift boxes in the simple hall. It was extremely dazzling.
Even Zhuge Zhengwo was shocked.
In the past, many people had given him gifts. However, after being scolded by him, the Divine Constabulary became much quieter.
He didn't expect the Zhang Clan to openly provoke him and give him such a big gift.
"Why did you take it?"
Zhuge Zhengwo did not blame the young man at the door, but he was curious.
In the past, when people came to give gifts, he didn't even need to invite them in front of him.
Zhuge Zhengwo was also curious about such a big and thick object being placed in the hall.
"Sir, it's not that we want to accept it, but the Zhang family has given a portion to every noble.
The Zhang Manor's butler had said that their young master and Sir had met once today. This small gift was a favor!
If Sir returned and wanted to return it, they would come to collect it the next day.”
"A small gift?"
Zhuge Zhengwo's mouth twitched as he looked at the small mountain of gift boxes.
As expected of a wealthy family!
Moreover, after hearing Dalang's description, Zhuge Zhengwo immediately thought of the previous 'face-off.' He didn't expect to be exposed so quickly.
However, this Zhang Family Young Master was a weirdo.
He did not doubt the other party's words at all. As long as he notified them, the Zhang family might really dare to come and collect them the next day.
Retreat and reclaim?
But their attitudes were different.
Thinking of this, Zhuge Zhengwo couldn't help but open the most eye-catching rosewood box.
The Zhang family must be very confident that he could not refuse this gift.
Ka!
As the wooden box was opened, everyone saw that there were medicinal herbs that looked like dried branches inside. They were about three inches long.
What treasure?
Other than Zhuge Zhengwo, no one else could recognize what it was.
However, they knew that since this thing was placed in a rosewood box, it must be a precious medicine comparable to an old ginseng. Otherwise, the Zhang family would not be able to take it out.
"Uncle?"
Merciless was proficient in mind-reading and could sense Zhuge Zhengwo's shock and hesitation.
There were not many treasures that could move Zhuge Zhengwo, let alone something that challenged Zhuge Zhengwo's principles.
"I'll keep it and store it in the warehouse!"
"Warehouse?"
Dalang and the others looked at Zhuge Zhengwo in disbelief. Before anyone could ask, Zhuge Zhengwo had already rushed out with the rosewood box.
At this moment, everyone realized that the item must be extremely important to Zhuge Zhengwo. He could even go against his principles.
For a moment, everyone looked at the mountain of gift boxes with even more curiosity.
The capability of the Zhang Clan was just so-so.
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