Watching Shen Yi leave to gather people, Fang Zheng said to Li Yuanzhao: "Your Highness, I have a great errand here, will you go?"

When Li Yuanzhao heard that it was his turn to do something good, he immediately became interested: "What's the matter?"

"Xie Xian, please go out for a moment. I want to talk to His Highness alone."

Xie Xian nodded, then walked out of the house and gently closed the door.

Fang Zheng said: "When I went to interrogate Zhang this morning, he said that there are three bank vaults at home, and the location of one of them has been assigned to me."

"I think that if what he said is true, the amount of silver contained in it may be no less than one million. Would Your Highness want to go and take someone to check it out personally?"

After saying that, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it over. What was recorded on it was the location of the bank bank that Zhang Shi had told him.

The location of the hidden silver can be said to be secret, it is under the cellar of a restaurant property in the Zhang family.

If he is really strict and refuses to recruit, I'm afraid it will take a lot of manpower and time to discover this location.

"Oh?" Li Yuanzhao jumped up from his chair and said excitedly: "One million! I have only heard of it and have never seen it. I must take a look at this one million taels of cash."

"Lao Fang, aren't you going?"

Fang Zheng shook his head: "I won't go. I'll talk to the new reporters first. Later, we will also arrange for the newspaper to recruit guards from the public."

"Now that I am a bare-bones general, I have no one I can use."

"What about the other two? Why didn't Zhang Shi recruit him? Since the father has been handed over to you, what are you going to do with him?" Li Yuanzhao asked.

Fang Zheng thought for a moment and said, "He will do it later. The legal ruling in Zhang Shi's case is that it belongs to the Yi tribe, but I feel that such a heavy punishment is a bit simplistic."

"After he explained the location of the bank, he had a detailed conversation with me, from his ancestors to his own generation. It is indeed a great achievement for me, Da Jing."

"I once talked with King Wu. Zhang Shi was just greedy for money and had no intention of turning back. I wonder how he would rule if it were His Highness?"

Li Yuanzhao said carelessly: "What else can we do? I think what you said makes sense. Then just kill the culprit and send the family to the frontier to be sent to the army."

Fang Zheng said with a smile: "Your Highness is kind, why don't we wait until His Highness seizes the silver, and we will go and tell His Majesty tomorrow? This matter will ultimately be decided by Your Majesty."

"No problem!" Li Yuanzhao waved his hand.

Fang Zhengyi said again: "Your Majesty will consult the cabinet sometimes. Let's go when there are more people."

Li Yuanzhao wondered: "Why choose a time when there are many people?"

Why else, of course, is to show off your noble character and character when all the important ministers are around, so that everyone can work with peace of mind.

“It’s easier to discuss when there are more people, but when there are fewer people, ideas will inevitably have omissions.”

Li Yuanzhao nodded: "Okay, let's go together tomorrow. I'll find someone to collect the dirty money first!"

After saying that, he happily walked out, but Fang Zheng hurriedly stopped him.

"Your Highness, remember to find some reliable people. There must be a lot of people who need to record and move the bank. Don't use the people in Banshanfang. Ask the palace people to help you move it."

"Don't worry, I'm just preparing to return to the palace. I have to be careful with so much money."

...

It is getting late, and reporters who are out or studying in the library have gathered in the "office area".

At this time, all the oil lamps on the wall were lit.

In order to allow reporters to work overtime with peace of mind, Fang Zhengyi and the prince worked in perfect harmony to create the best overtime environment in the world.

There were oil lamps hanging everywhere in the room, illuminating the entire "office area" extremely brightly.

Many people passed by downstairs and looked sideways. It was rare for the house to be lit up like this at night.

At this time, the room was crowded, and everyone looked serious.

In front of everyone is the tall Founder, and the "podium" at his feet is made of three long tables.

Seeing Shen Yi constantly waving to him in the crowd, Fang Zheng, as soon as he knew everyone was here, cleared his throat and waved: "Hello everyone!"

"Hello, Mr. Fang!" a group of reporters replied in unison, and many people's emotions still showed some subtle changes.

Fang Zhengyi is still very famous in the newspaper office, except for the prince.

For many new reporters, meeting Fang Zhengyi is an exciting event.

Fang Zheng smiled: "I have been away from home for a long time and have just returned to Beijing. There is nothing important for everyone to come here today. I just want to have a brief chat with you and get to know each other."

"I heard that many people outside have begun to complain about the excessive overtime at the newspaper office, the low monthly salary, and the high cost of food. Is there such a thing?"

Everyone below the stage looked at each other, it was true, but who dared to speak first? Everyone complained privately.

Fang Zheng pointed casually, "You, do you think this is the case? Let me tell you boldly. In addition to getting to know you, the second thing I want to do today is to help you solve your problem."

A skinny little reporter stood up and whispered: "Sir, I don't know."

Fang Zheng waved his hand to indicate that there was no need to say anything more. He used the arbor to sweep around and pointed at another person. This person looked much taller: "Tell me, is there such a thing? Don't be afraid. We must explain the problem clearly today. through!"

The tall reporter immediately shouted: "Sir, yes!"

Xie Xian, who was hiding in the crowd, glanced coldly and took a note of a person's name...

Fang Zheng nodded: "Okay, then it is indeed true. I know now."

After saying that, he shook his head regretfully: "I didn't expect that the newspaper society would expand so much and gather so many people. I think most of you are here for the newspaper's library."

"Logically speaking, one tael of silver per new reporter per month is not that small. Ordinary craftsmen in the outside world can't get this much if they work hard. But why don't we reporters have enough money?"

Since someone had taken the lead, someone immediately retorted: "Master Fang, we are scholars! And we work as reporters on the streets. Now the people are like thieves. If we don't give him some money, he won't tell us anything. .”

"So this one tael of silver is really not enough, and we have to work overtime until midnight every day, and we have no time to review our lessons..."

"That's right, Mr. Fang, now we newcomers can't even get a dormitory! If we're lucky, we'll get a middle berth at most."

"The library often has trouble filling the queue, the supply of pen and ink is not timely, and there are many missing books."

"There is also a canteen, which is ridiculously expensive! Mr. Fang, we obviously bought chicken soup, but Ruyun didn't let us get the chicken to eat!"

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes secretly and said, "Buy some chicken soup. Can the old employee let you eat it?"

I saw the reporters starting to discuss wildly, criticizing the newspaper office one by one.
Chapter completed!