"Is it cheaper for ten cents per piece? It's ten cents a day, and it costs at least three times a day, which is thirty cents, and ten cents a year will cost ten cents!"

Zhang Han's little abacus was jingling, and in just a while, he calculated the annual expenses.

"Oh! Lao Zhang, you bought all the air conditioners worth ten thousand gold, but you still have to spend ten or eight gold?"

"That's it! I'm afraid that there are more than these points of your monthly dividend?"

"This little money, just drink two less wine...!"

However, the old guys looked indifferent.

"Your Majesty, wait for the mass production of matches, let me leave a thousand of them first!"

"Yes, I want a thousand, too!"

"I want two thousand! It's just twenty gold...!"

The old guys are rich now and don’t care about this little money at all.

"Then... I'll give you a thousand ones!"

Zhang Han thought about it and also opened his mind to order.

Even if the fire flashes, ten cents will be gone.

But this thing is really convenient!

"Several ministers misunderstood. The ten cents I mentioned are not one, but a pack!"

Just as the old guys were happily saying to order, Ying Feiyu made another unexpected statement.

"A pack?"

"How many pieces is this pack?"

The old guys were puzzled.

"These matches are just what I use to experiment with. When they are actually produced, they will put them into small boxes! One hundred pieces per box, ten boxes per pack!"

Ying Feiyu explained in detail.

Now the matches on the stone table are all scattered, and the match skin is still just a piece of cardboard shell and is not packaged!

When it comes to the sale, it is definitely not possible!

"What? Ten boxes per pack? There are a hundred pieces per box?"

"Good guy, in this way, each bag is as many as 1,000 pieces? It's only sold for ten cents?"

"Your Majesty is right? Is it ten cents per box or ten cents per pack..."

The old guys stared at Ying Feiyu with surprise, and even suspected that Ying Feiyu said the wrong unit.

If a match is so convenient, if a thousand pieces cost only ten cents, what is the difference between giving it for free?

"I'm right, it's true that each pack is 1,000, and the price is 10,000 yuan!"

Ying Feiyu nodded firmly.

"Hiss..."

The old guys immediately took a breath.

Not to mention ten cents and one thousand pieces, even ten cents and one hundred pieces, they think it is very cost-effective.

One thousand matches, it will take several years to use them?

"Your Majesty, can you make money with such a selling method?"

Zhang Han frowned and became worried for Ying Feiyu.

"What else can you make? The labor cost is so high now. It would be great to sell this price to ensure the capital is guaranteed!"

Before Ying Feiyu could speak, Kang Anping said first.

"The purpose of my production of matches is to facilitate the people, not to make money..."

While fiddling with the matches, Ying Feiyu said, "Ten cents are not too much for the ministers, but for the people, it is a day's food. How could they burn it like this with a light stroke? If the matches are priced at ten cents per piece, only wealthy families can afford it! They will not be able to facilitate the people at all!"

"Your Majesty is thorough!"

The old guys bowed and gave a gift.

"I just don't know if this match is run by the court or his Majesty's private property? Where the Supreme Emperor...?"

Before he could say a few words, Zhang Han went around the money again.

It is true that Matches can provide convenience to the people, but it is also a hard-working business. If the court comes to run it, the Supreme Emperor will probably criticize His Majesty again.

"Don't worry, this is my private property. I will send people to mass production and sales in the future!"

Ying Feiyu said with a smile.

"Since it's a private property, the Supreme Emperor will definitely support it! Haha!"

Hearing this, Zhang Han also laughed.

"Okay, you have seen Matches, sit down and discuss the voting system!"

He ordered people to put away the matches he had made first, and Ying Feiyu called a few old guys to sit down.

"Your Majesty, is it here?"

Wang Ben looked around suspiciously.

There are so many people here. What if someone misses the news?

"Don't worry, the eunuchs here have been with me for many years! Besides, the voting system is not a secret. You will announce it after discussing the details!"

"Uh... I'm just saying it!"

The old guys nodded and began to discuss.

Everyone has already understood the general framework of the voting system, and what needs to be discussed now is some detailed content.

For example, when is the voting election?

How to write on the election sheet can make those illiterate people clear?

Voting based on the actual number of residents, or vote according to the number of people on the household registration?

What age range can you vote?

How many people will be dismissed, how many people will be transferred, how many people will be promoted?

These all need to be discussed in detail!

In addition, there are candidates from the reporting department, which also need to be carefully selected!

This department is crucial, and you must choose the kind of person who is upright and unafraid of power!

After all matters were discussed, night was already falling, Ying Feiyu left the old men for dinner!

As a fresh item in Daqin, seafood is definitely indispensable.

The old guys praised while eating, "The imperial chef skills in the palace are good! The same thing tastes so different!"

They also bought a lot of dried seafood and thought it tasted good, but today compared with the ones in the palace, the cooks made in their house were simply weak.

After eating and drinking, after the old men left the palace, a soldier brought the details he had just discussed to the city newspaper and ordered someone to make a decision to print it and publish it in tomorrow's newspaper!

The next morning, the whole of Daqin was in trouble again!

"I... I'm afraid I haven't woken up and am still dreaming, right? How is this possible? Whether the county officials can remain in office in the future will be decided by the people?"

A man in plain clothes rubbed his eyes hard, trying to make himself see more clearly.

"That's right! You're really not wrong, that's what the newspaper says!"

Another person on the street spoke and confirmed his thoughts.

"What? How is this possible?"

Even if it was confirmed, the man still couldn't believe it.

"This is said in the newspaper, can it be fake?"

The other man held the newspaper with both hands and looked at the rules and regulations on it carefully.

"Oh my God! If it is really implemented, good days for our people will come!"

"That's right! In the future, these county officials will not dare to bully our people openly! Once our people are not satisfied, their official position will not last long!"

"That's great! The newspaper also said that we should clean up bullies and bandits from all over the world, so that our lives will be better in the future!"

“That’s right…!”

After seeing the contents in the newspaper, the people were so happy that they couldn't stop and ran around to convey the good news.
Chapter completed!