Standing in the huge office, there are huge glass windows against the river.

Glass was found in China for a long time, but solid-colored glass is difficult due to burning, but ordinary glazed glass is not lacking. The glazed tiles mentioned in the poem are actually a type of glass. In the Ming Dynasty, transparent glass was also born one after another, but due to its high price, even wealthy families rarely afford it.

Now, with the development of Daming technology, glass manufacturing is no longer a luxury. The texture and light transmittance of Daming glass are much better than those of the West. Over the years, Shanghai, as the largest foreign city in the Ming Dynasty, has used glass more and more in many buildings, but the only one for Royal Bank directly uses glass as a wall.

Wang Kun looked at the river with his hands behind his back. This is the best place to see the Huangpu River. The boats passing through the river are visible at a glance. On the front of the building is the avenue along the river. Pedestrians, carriages and rickshaws are busy, showing the extremely prosperous scene of Shanghai.

Since arriving in Shanghai, Wang Kun often looks out alone in his spare time in his office. This has become a habit for him. Now, he is just like usual, standing in front of the window and looking out the window intently after handling official duties.

"Zhang Zong..."

The knock on the door sounded, and Wang Kun said, and the door was pushed open from outside. The manager of the Royal Bank Shanghai Branch came. The position of manager is mainly an auxiliary manager and a higher-level bank manager. In terms of literal terms, it means support. If it is placed in later generations, the manager is an assistant general manager or assistant president, and his position is slightly higher than that of the bank manager.

"Mr. Ye is here." The manager pushed open the door and did not continue walking in. He stood at the door and said respectfully.

"Please sit in the reception room for a while, I'll go over immediately." Wang Kun turned around and ordered, Xiang Li responded and closed the door.

Wang Kun withdrew his gaze and returned his thoughts to the front of him. He tidied up his clothes, then thought about opening the drawer, took out a small iron can from it, and then walked towards the door.

A moment later, Wang Kun came to the reception room not far from his office. Although it was actually no different from the study room, the interior decoration and luxury were comparable to that of the large inland. This was because the Royal Bank had the reputation of the Royal Bank, otherwise the bank would not be able to afford it.

In the reception room, Ye Rongbai did not sit, but stood by and looked at the painting hanging on the wall with interest.

This painting is a pair of ink bamboo. Although it is not produced by famous artists, it looks extremely beautiful.

"Brother Ye is so excited!" Wang Kun walked closer and quipped with a smile.

"This painting is good. Last time I came here, you haven't seen this painting yet. Who is the person who painted it?" Ye Rongbai pointed at the words in front of him and asked.

"This is a painting by Zheng Xie, Xinghua. Zheng Xie is quite famous in Jiangnan in recent years. He is very good at painting orchids, bamboos and stones. I bought this painting for 1,000 yuan not long ago. Why? Brother Ye also likes it?"

"So this is what Zheng Xie said, no wonder, no wonder. One thousand yuan? Not expensive, Brother Wang took a big advantage." Ye Rongbai suddenly realized and nodded with a smile.

The two of them are family friends, and their identities are not ordinary people, let alone anyone who wants to flatter anyone. So Wang Kun didn't mention anything that would give it to Ye Rongbai if he liked this, and Ye Rongbai's appreciation of this painting would not take away what he loved.

They chatted with the two of them about Zheng Xie, and then Wang Kunliangliang said in the small iron box in his hand: "You are here today, have a good time, look what this is?"

Ye Rongbo's eyes lit up suddenly, and he showed a look of enthusiasm: "Isn't it the best among tribute tea... Dahongpao?"

"Hahaha, I know you can recognize it at a glance. Yes, this is the big red robe. The emperor gave these two big red robes to my father. I finally asked for it from my father. Today I will give you a taste."

Ye Rongbai looked envious: "It is rare for the emperor to be so kind to the Duke. I have such an opportunity today. Thank you very much for Brother Wang."

Ye Rongbo's envy is natural. Among the major merchants in Ningbo, the Ye family is considered very good. Among them, the Ye family, the Bao family and the Yan family can be said to be a wealthy family that was important to the Ming Dynasty.

The Yan family suffered heavy losses due to the involvement of the Fan Yichou case, but in recent years, the Yan family has finally recovered some vitality with the help of other families.

As for the Ye family and the Bao family, one in Shanghai and the other in Hong Kong, it is not only a Da Shang family, but also an official position. Although its rank is not high, its power is quite large. It can be said that it is a big man who can shake three times with one stomp.

But no matter what the past few days, it is still not as good as the Wang family. The Wang family was the first to defect to Zhu Yicheng, and the benefits he gained were not as good as those of all merchants.

At present, the Wang family is the residence of Duke Xu, and Wang Fan is even more famous as a young master. He has left the pure merchant family. Even Wang Kun, the second generation of the Wang family, is not only the deputy president of the Royal Bank Headquarters, but also a giant directly in charge of the Shanghai branch.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Wang family’s wealth and honor are almost at the same time as the country, which is not something that the Ye family can compare now. Just like this small can of tea, even though Ye Rongbai can afford it, you should know that this is not the reason why it can be afforded or not, but whether it can be found. The emperor’s reward is not something that money can do.

Since he had such a good tea, Ye Rongbai immediately suggested that he would make the tea by himself. This proposal would naturally not be rejected for Wang Kun, so he immediately asked him to do it with a smile.

Ye Rongbai was fiddling with the tea set with great enthusiasm. His tea ceremony skills were very good and he would make tea in no time. He reached out to invite Wang Kun to taste the tea. At the same time, Ye Rongbai picked up a cup of tea and put it in front of his nose. Suddenly, an indescribable fragrance came to his face. Before he could drink it, the pores all over his body seemed to have been stretched.

"Good tea!" Ye Rongbai took a deep breath and praised, then took a sip of tea and continued to praise again: "What a great tea!"

Wang Kun also tasted the tea and praised a few words in unison. The two of them put down the teacup at the same time, looked at each other and laughed.

After tasting tea for a while, Ye Rongbai put down the teacup again and said, "I have written a letter to the court to resign."

Wang Kun, who was adding water, was stunned when he heard this, raised his head and looked at Ye Rongbo and seemed a little surprised. At the same time, he asked in disbelief: "Please resign?"

Ye Rongbai nodded and sighed: "Since the founding of Shanghai, the emperor has been kind enough to me and ordered me to be appointed as the Jiayi Doctor for the Tuju and the Right Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. In this blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed. Over the years, Shanghai has changed with each passing day, and has changed from a small fishing village to a few big cities in the south of the Yangtze River. The task assigned by the emperor to me back then was also completed."
Chapter completed!