Duke of England.

Old Zhang Mao was listening to the report of the manager of the Li family with a sad face.

"...Mr., the salt price in the capital has dropped by more than 60% at its highest."

"Hurry, hurry up, why don't you sell both the salt and the official salt quickly..."

"If you go back to the grandfather, it's not that we don't want to sell it, but we really can't sell it. Most of our salt entries were bought from Huai Shang. It's not easy for their salt entries to be combined with salt entries. It will take half a year to queue up..."

"I x the fuck Zhang Yanling!"

Zhang Mao finally knew that business was not easy to do.

The medicinal materials business was regained, but the salt-induced transaction was completely lost.

The key is that his wealth is also under the savine. His happiness in the second half of his life is all about selling more money. If he loses this, he can only rely on the salary paid by the court, and he will have a chance in the future?

If the great men of the Ming Dynasty had not been thinking about salt every day, the opening of China and France would not have collapsed, and Ye Qi would not have been under pressure to break the color.

After all, the disadvantage of the salt administration of the Ming Dynasty was that it started with the monopoly of the nobles over salt.

The manager of the Li family said with a bitter look on his face: "The price of salt in the capital will be reduced in the future, so the prince quickly finds a way to get it out."

Zhang Mao's face burst out with blue veins and said, "I don't want to sell it earlier? You said, "If you can't mix salt with salt, who will you sell it?"

"No, hurry up and call the man named Zhang to me, I want to question him in person!"

Now Zhang Mao figured it out.

To make your own salt intake sell, you must turn it into effective salt intake.

Or go to the Ministry of Revenue to plead with you.

Now that the Ministry of Revenue is being stared at by the emperor and all the civil and military officials of the court, he must not be special. Moreover, as a general, he puts pressure on civil officials, which is a usurpation.

But if you put pressure on Zhang Yanling and let Zhang Yanling be compatible, it would be easier.

"Forget it, now I have something to ask for, so I will see him in person!"

Just as Zhang Mao changed his clothes and was about to find Zhang Yanling, before he arrived at the main courtyard, he heard a voice from the main courtyard: "Just say that the British Duke's Mansion is different from others. Look at this style, the yard can be trained, right?"

"Your Madam, you are smiling."

"What are you waiting for? Get the British Duke out to my master."

Zhang Yanling came uninvited?

Zhang Mao didn't have time to think about what was wrong with Zhang Yanling. Anyway, there was no need to go there when people came.

Even the servants of the Duke of England knew each other and knew that it was Zhang Yanling who came, so they welcomed the person to the main courtyard without informing him first.

"Uh-huh!"

Zhang Mao cleared his throat and entered the yard with a high look on his face.

Zhang Yanling smiled and bowed, "Old Zhang hasn't seen each other for many days, how are you in good health?"

"Do you have a bad brain? I saw you a few days ago!"

Zhang Mao wanted to kill Zhang Yanling's majesty in a cold tone, but he was afraid that he would offend him and make him feel comfortable and change the salt. So his words were not cold or hot.

The heart is even more up and down.

Zhang Mao lived for most of his life and never felt that he would be so cramped and anxious in front of a younger generation.

Zhang Yanling said: "You are just being polite to Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang knows that I haven't read for a few days and can't say a better greeting. Mr. Zhang, don't be serious."

"Then why are you looking for me?"

Zhang Mao had an old face black. He should have been put down and begged Zhang Yanling, but he still couldn't hide his face.

Zhang Yanling said with a sincere look: "I didn't hear that Mr. Zhang has a lot of salt ingots here, but bought them from Hui merchants. I thought it would be difficult to sell these salt ingots, so I wanted to buy all the salt ingots at the market price..."

Originally, Zhang Mao planned to retain his majesty.

After hearing this, his arrogance disappeared instantly.

"Yanling, aren't you laughing at me?"

"What is Mr. Zhang saying? It's true. I have asked someone to transport the silver. I'm right at the door, paying money and salt. If it really doesn't work, you can go out and check the quality of the silver first, or carry the silver in and weigh it..."

Zhang Yanling's words made Zhang Mao feel sad.

He ignored his identity and went up and grabbed Zhang Yanling's hands. Lao Huai comforted him: "Yanling, why didn't I find you so well-known for helping you in time before?"

Thanks to the favor of others, Zhang Mao also put down his dignity and quickly invited Zhang Yanling to the main hall to have someone entertained with good tea.

The two of them exchanged greetings for a while, and they all said polite words without a single word.

Zhang Yanling said: "Old Zhang, although we have a good relationship, we still have to make it clear if we are business. Now the price of salt indices on the market is less than four guan. I am also more comfortable. I will give you five taels of silver. I will charge you as much as you have. What do you think?"

"Okay, no problem." Zhang Mao agreed without thinking.

The salt indices are almost rotten in their hands. Now some people offer prices higher than the market price. Can he refuse this?

"How many are there in the Duke of England?" Zhang Yanling asked.

Zhang Mao hesitated and immediately called the manager of the Li family, avoided Zhang Yanling and asked separately, before coming back and said, "There are about three thousand citations."

It is hard to say how true this number is.

Zhang Yanling knew that Zhang Mao would definitely quote more, and then sell some salt to other salt merchants to make a profit.

Zhang Yanling smiled and said, "This number is a bit too much, it costs 15,000 taels... Mr. Zhang should know that I don't have that much money now."

Zhang Mao immediately changed his words: "It's okay to be less..."

"Since Mr. Zhang has spoken, how can he say it is less? I only have 10,000 taels of silver here, so it is okay to collect two thousand entries for you. The remaining entries are worse than the salt entries lent from my user department to exchange for you. One entries is replaced with another entries, and the entries will not change. Mr. Zhang, what do you think?"

Zhang Yanling gave a solution.

Zhang Maoxi was overwhelmed, but hesitated and said, "This is OK, too."

Zhang Yanling smiled and said, "I still have two thousand entries here to lend salt entries. Should Mr. Zhang consider borrowing them back and selling them, and return them to the Ministry of Revenue in October?"

If Zhang Mao had to regard Zhang Yanling as his benefactor before, now he would simply regard Zhang Yanling as a saint.

It is obvious that the salt prices on the market are about to drop, so if you give me a 2,000-yuan salt turtle for the Ministry of Revenue, wouldn’t that mean you give me money for free?

"Yanling, I don't know what to say. I had misunderstandings about you before. I accepted these two thousand inspirations. In the future, if you have any difficulties in the Governor's Office or the court, just tell me that I have no choice!" Zhang Mao patted his chest and seemed to be considering Zhang Yanling as if he had forgotten his age.

Zhang Yanling thought.

This old man is so foolish.

I have already made him lose half of his money by the salt ray, but now I am still so grateful to me?

This is called giving a sweet date with a stick. Just remember the sweet dates, remember not to eat them!

Zhang Yanling said: "Since that's the case, what are you waiting for? Mr. Zhang quickly took out the salt gutter, so I can ask someone to carry the silver box inside, and give you the salt from the Ministry of Revenue to you. You also make a note. According to the rules, Mr. Zhang still needs some mortgage..."

Zhang Mao said: "No problem, just use this part of the salt as collateral. If you borrow two thousand entries, you should use half of the value to mortgage it, right? Needless to say, you can carry five thousand liang away!"

...

...

Zhang Mao and Zhang Yanling implemented the business matters in detail.

Zhang Mao Lao Huai comforted him.

Although he suffered heavy losses in the previous price cut of salt induction, he had at least cut his flesh to stop the bleeding. As long as the price of salt continues to fall, he can make a lot of money from the salt induction.

"Mr. Jianchang's men have already left. Why don't we let him give us 10,000 taels, but let him carry five thousand taels away, leaving three thousand salt selves?"

The manager of the Li family is very curious.

There were three thousand salt entries before, but now there are still three thousand salt entries.

However, the salt quotation that Hui merchants could not exchange for salt has become a salt quotation that the Ministry of Revenue has lent.

That is qualitative change.

Not only that, there was also five thousand taels of silver.

But he also owed the Ministry of Revenue 2,000 in salt intake, and in exchange for a mortgage of 5,000 taels of silver from the Ministry of Revenue.

Zhang Mao smiled and said, "What do you know? If you want others to sell these salt ingots, they must be sold at the market price, but I can make them sell at a higher price. In order to ensure that their shops can operate, Huai Shang is buying salt ingots loaned by the Ministry of Revenue everywhere. I just happened to sell them! I can make more money from it."

The manager of the Li family said in surprise: "Mr. Is it dangerous to do business with Hui merchants?"

"Not afraid, just wait and see!"

...

...

Zhang Mao did what he said.

He found an intermediary who communicated with Hui merchants that afternoon and sold all three thousand ingots for the price of 1,000 ingots and five thousand ingots.

"Honey Mr. Zhang, you are so smart." The manager of the Li family admired this very much.

Zhang Mao’s business was completed. He was drinking tea and planning his happy life in his later years. He smiled proudly and said, “What do you know? Although I have suffered losses in the official salt business this time, I have been doing official salt trading for so many years in the past few years, and don’t even understand the basic market conditions?”
To be continued...