Nangong Ping still looked calm and lowered his head, and his voice was extremely calm.
"The amount of merchant tax money that should be paid is 965,000 guan. Today's auction proceeds are 4,825,000 guan, totaling 5.79 million guan."
While talking, Nangong Ping also pointed to the two piles of banknotes, meaning that the small ones belong to the court and the large ones belong to us. Don’t be interested in money. We pay taxes legally.
Huang Laosi's head was buzzing. He turned his head with difficulty and looked at the hill-like pile of banknotes behind Ma Ang. Only then did he see that most of them were not banknotes of Qianguan denomination, but Wanguan.
Ma Rui of Jingzhao Prefecture did not look at those small mountains of banknotes, but at another pile of smaller banknotes.
"Jingzhao Mansion... turned it over to Jingzhao Mansion?" Ma Rui breathed heavily, and when he pointed at the banknotes, his voice became sharper: "Those, are they all turned over to Jingzhao Mansion?"
Wei Changfeng pushed his shoulder away from Ma Rui and almost didn't go up to grab it. He subconsciously shouted: "That's the money turned over to the Ministry of Accounts!"
Nangong Xi, who was originally full of anger, felt a little cramped in his calves, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Looking at Nangong Ping, Zaifu's head was dizzy: "Ping'er... what did you sell to get so much money?"
Nangong Ping turned around and took the thick account book from Ma Ang's hand, raised his hands and handed it over.
Just as Nangong Xi was about to pick it up, Huang Laosi snatched it away.
Several high-ranking ministers also stretched their heads to look up.
"The operating rights of Wenquxing brand pencils in Ganzhou..."
"Pink Memories perfume three-year profit..."
“Wagon R&D Center Venture Capital…”
"Donghai Guanghuai Road lip balm franchise..."
"The franchise fee for Mendao Donkey Spirits Workshop..."
Huang Laosi became more and more confused the more he thought about it.
He knew all the words, but when they were put together, he couldn't understand a single sentence.
What kind of thing is both a pink memory and a suffocating thing, where does this go from here?
Looking at Nangong Ping, Huang Laosi was confused: "What do you mean?"
"Can the student explain it to His Majesty and your Lordships?"
Just as Nangong Ping was about to speak, Yu Tianlun suddenly said: "The amount of money is so huge, it is a fantasy. Since the merchant spent the money, he must know its meaning. Your Majesty, why not let the merchant explain it."
Huang Laosi nodded subconsciously and looked at the account: "Who is Bai Jie? He actually spent 200,000 yuan to buy this... this stupid thing..."
"It's Lao Chan." Bai Jie raised his head, with a proud face: "Your Majesty, it was Lao Chan, Lao Chan took the photo."
The generous Huang Laosi waved his hand: "Pingshen."
All the merchants and relatives stood up. Bai Jie picked up the wine bottle on the table and ran to the audience: "Your Majesty, this wine is wonderful. It is indescribable. Once you taste it, you will..."
"Bold!" Sun An shouted sternly: "Back off!"
Bai Jie was startled and quickly took a few steps back.
"Drink?" Huang Laosi sniffed his nose and smelled the strong aroma of wine. He became interested and pursed his lips at Yu Tianlun: "Yu Zhengqing, go and have a taste."
Yu Tianlun was speechless.
You are afraid of being poisoned, aren't you afraid?
But the emperor had already said it, so Yu Tianlun had no choice but to bend down and take the wine bottle, and said angrily: "Wine glass."
"There are so many things going on."
Wei Changfeng snatched the wine bottle and drank it in his mouth.
But the next second, with a "poof" sound, Wei Changfeng spit out everything.
Sun An's expression changed drastically: "Is the drink poisonous?"
"Not...not right..."
Lao Wei didn't understand the explanation anymore. He looked at the wine bottle, smacked his lips, and licked his lips. He didn't bother to explain, and took another small sip.
As the strong alcohol entered his throat, Lao Wei suddenly tightened his mouth tightly and took three breaths before opening his mouth and shouting.
"Good wine, very strong wine!"
"Strong liquor?" Zhai Xiu walked over, took the flask, and took a sip into his mouth without caring about hygiene.
Just like Lao Wei, he held his breath and then exhaled.
Huang Laosi was born in the military and liked strong drinks the most. He asked slightly excitedly: "Is it really a good drink?"
"Uh..." Zhai Xiu hesitated for a moment: "I'll try it again."
Gudong took a sip, and Huang Laosi asked: "How?"
"Uh... Chen... I'll try it again."
Huang Laosi: “…”
Nangong Ping turned around and winked at Changxian, who quickly ran to the backstage, carrying a wine jar and a lot of wine glasses.
Huang Laosi looked back. He was not in a hurry to taste the wine, but was attracted by the glass wine glass.
"This is... Liuli?"
"Return to my father, glass, glass worth thousands of gold."
Changxian was very smart. He didn't say it cost a thousand gold, but said it was worth a thousand gold.
After placing the wine glass and pouring in the liquor, Changxian retreated obediently.
Without any hesitation, Huang Laosi picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
Changxian's eyes turned red.
He poured the wine, but his father didn't let Sun An do a drug test because he had a "criminal record."
After pouring the strong wine into his mouth, Huang Laosi, like Wei Changfeng, growled "Good wine".
Nangong Ping also took the opportunity to explain that what the Bai family was bidding for was the regional franchise fee. Nanjiao Zhuangzi adhered to the high-end service attitude of putting franchisees first, offering support and a ride, and sent the original solution to the Bai family, who then built a workshop and diluted it.
In addition to spending money to join the franchise, there is an additional condition, that is, every time a workshop is built, a school with at least 20 people needs to be opened. This school can only recruit the children of common people who work in the workshop, and cannot charge any fees.
Expenses and wages must also be 30% higher than the market price.
After hearing this, Huang Laosi was extremely moved, while Zhai Xiu's eyes shone.
Pointing to the account book again, Huang Laosi's mentality changed. He was now eager to know what kind of magic power existed in this greenhouse, which made merchants who were always cautious about revealing their meager wealth almost go crazy while spending huge sums of money.
Pencils were brought up one after another. After Huang Laosi figured out how to use them, his expression changed completely.
Pencils are not as good as brushes in writing fonts with different charms, but they can write. As long as you can write, there are many benefits.
As the emperor, Huang Laosi immediately thought of the wonderful use of pencils and almost went crazy.
Wei Changfeng is not crazy, he is crazy.
Lao Wei stuck out his big butt and squatted in front of another pile of banknotes, counting them one by one. Ma Ang wanted to help, but he shot him a meter away with his big kick.
Nangong Xi looked at Nangong Ping with a red face. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start. After thinking for a long time, he finally introduced to the courtiers that this is my nephew, my nephew, and he was the most excited.
It's almost gone.
Over the years since the founding of the Dachang Dynasty, there have been many prime ministers and assistants. Some worked for a long time, more than ten years, and some worked for a short period of time, reincarnating after a few months.
There were many prime ministers and assistants in the Chang Dynasty, but there was no one who could make five million yuan overnight. Nangong Ping was the first. These three words, Nangong Ping, will be remembered by future generations. No matter how straightforward it is,
, Go forward a few decades, and five million yuan can buy eight official positions of prime minister and assistant, and can also give away twelve ministers and more than twenty doctors.
The emperor has never seen so much money, and the ministers have never seen it.
Things gradually became clearer. With in-depth understanding, as Nangong Ping's explanation and the merchants noisily agreed, the monarchs and ministers finally figured out why this hastily built wooden platform had nearly five million strings.
Yu Tianlun realized something was wrong. Seeing that the emperor and other officials were going crazy, he quickly reminded that the merchants were all kidnapped.
Then the merchants became anxious and said they all came on their own initiative!
The merchants were doing better. Many of the drunken female relatives had already grabbed their waists and cursed, spraying Yu Tianlun all over his head.
Only Zhai Xiu didn't count the money, and he wasn't even too willing to know what Nangong Ping had done. He was just calculating, calculating with red eyes. On the fifteenth road of Dachang, there will be eighty-seven workshops and eight
Seventeen schools that only admit students from poor families.
Arriving in front of Nangong Ping, Zhai Xiu bent down and saluted.
Nangong Ping was shocked and quickly got out of the way.
Straightening up, Zhai Xiu took a deep breath, looked out the door, and uttered four words in his mouth, but they were heavy and powerful.
"The national scholar is unparalleled."
Nangong Ping smiled. He knew that the words Zhai Xiu were not meant for him to listen to.