Chapter 83: The laughter in Mingyuan

Ming Qingda looked at her coldly and said coldly: "Mother doesn't know that you were the eldest princess' palace maid, but you know that I know this very well... so there is no need to remind me deliberately. Your Highness and I are originally people on the same boat, and I am not going to get off the boat."

He paused, feeling that there was no need to vent his anger on the woman, and shook his head and said, "The letter has been sent to the palace long ago. His Highness the Princess must have a way to hold Fan Xian's hand."

If His Highness the Princess had free time, of course there were enough conspiracies and tricks to argue in the court to delay the Supervisory Council's advance against the Ming family.

The problem is that everyone is actually very busy now.

The shopkeeper of the Investment Merchants Bank sat indifferently in the luxurious flower hall of Mingyuan. The tea at his hand did not move at all. His right hand was wearing a bandage. I wonder if he was injured in the fight the night before yesterday.

At this moment, and at that moment, the day before yesterday, the Merchants Bank took the initiative to discuss business with the Ming family, but today, after the secret action was ineffective, the Ming family took the initiative to ask for helplessly, so the attitude of this big shopkeeper was obviously different.

Ming Qingda secretly looked at the other party's face from behind, thinking that although the big shopkeeper was angry, he still came. He must be the owner of the money shop and was unwilling to affect the big deal between the two parties because of the incident the day before yesterday.

He was about to lift the curtain, but he found that his sleeve was being pulled by someone. He looked back in shock and found that his son Ming Lanshi, who was most beloved, had a pale face and wanted to speak but stopped.

Ming Qingda frowned and shouted in a low voice: "When is the time now, just say something."

Ming Lanshi glanced into the hall, his face became even more ugly. He pulled his father's sleeve into the back hall, and then without saying a word, he made a sound and knelt in front of him.

"The child is unfilial... Ask his father to kill him..." Ming Lanshi mustered up his courage and raised his head and said, "You must not let the investment bank use those silver to exchange stocks!"

Ming Qingda was silent for a moment, slowly opened her lips and asked, "What happened?"

Ming Lanshi lowered his head in shame and said, "Child... privately transferred a batch of silver from the investment bank, and used the land as a half-asset dry stock in his hand."

Ming Qingda took a breath of air conditioning, her face became extremely ugly, but she immediately responded to calmness and asked hurriedly: "When can I return to Yin? What contract was signed? Can I find a contract for Taiping Zhuang?"

This asked several key questions. Because the matter involved the major issues of the Ming family's ownership, Ming Qingda had no time to scold his son, so he asked first, hoping not to let the investment bank get more than half of the money.

"Death Contract..." Ming Lanshi said with a sad face: "As for returning to Yin... I thought it was three months at the beginning, but now it seems that I can't get back a penny of my capital. Taiping should have known about this matter, and they will not be transferred."

It turned out that the Ming family was in the wind and rain for a year, and was produced by Fan Xian by relying on the inner warehouse. He was about to breathe. As the young master of the Ming family said to his father that day, he always thought that the general direction of Ming family's business should be adjusted. Only in this way can he not be played with by Fan Xian forever.

Because of Ming Qingda's persistence, Ming Lanshi had to make his own attempts secretly. At the end of last year, he used his half-financial share in the Ming family to exchange for the support of the cash bank of the Merchants Bank. He thought this attempt would make great profits in a very short time. He convinced his father, but he did not expect...

Ming Qingda's head buzzed and almost fainted. After a while, he asked with a breath of breath: "What kind of business is it? How come he can't get back the capital at all?"

Ming Lanshi looked at his angry father, hesitated for a while before trembling and said, "It's... a private salt business."

Ming Qingda was stunned and didn't say anything for a long time. There are always three most profitable businesses in Qingguo, one is a brothel business, the other is an imperial merchant in the inner treasury, and the other is a big seller of private salt. Among these three, selling private salt is the fastest to make money and the profit is the highest.

"Why can't I get back to my book?" Ming Qingda stared at her son's eyes coldly and said word by word: "I know you are a calm person. Even if you are a risky private salt, you will definitely have a way to save your capital... Tell me, why can't I get back to my book?"

"Because..." Ming Lanshi wanted to cry without tears, "The salt tea yamen suddenly investigated a few days ago. I don't know how they learned the news. They detained all the twelve ships of private salt... I went to find someone, but there was no way."

He did not notice his father's increasingly pale face and kept explaining: "Those relevant checkpoints and yamen have always been well raised by their families, and he never expected that they would suddenly take action. Besides, the line that Yang Jimei has always walked, he promised the child that there must be nothing wrong..."

A crisp sound! Ming Qingda slapped Minglan Stone to the ground with a sudden slap!

Ming Lanshi covered his numb face and lay half on the ground. He felt blood flowing out of his mouth. He looked at his father who was angry like a sick lion and couldn't speak at all.

"Yamen?Yamen! You also know that it is the yamen! The salt tea yamen dare not find out the home... But will the Supervision Bureau force them to investigate!" Ming Qingda roared in a low voice, his eyes full of disbelief and anger, "Yang Jimei! Is there water in your mind? The coolie who sells salt is a dog of Xue Qing! Fan Xian lives in Suzhou and his garden!"

Ming Qingda felt cold in his chest, and he kicked his son on the body, gritted his teeth and cursed: "How could I raise such a stupid prodigal son for you!"

He finally calmed down and said powerlessly: "Can this salt business leave a handle? Carefully the Supervisory Office killed you with this charge."

"Don't worry, my father." Ming Lanshi struggled to kneel in front of him, "That batch of silver was directly released from the investment bank. Although Yang Jimei knew it was me, the government could not find any evidence."

"If the investment bank brings your contract with them to the hall... the government will have evidence." Ming Qingda sighed helplessly.

Ming Lanshi suddenly felt cold in his heart: "This money house...can't it Fan Xiandi?"

Ming Qingda trembled, and after a moment, he shook his head silently: "It cannot be Fan Xian's. The eldest princess checked the Ministry of Revenue in Beijing, and we also stared at Fan Xian tightly. He didn't have so much money to do this."

This is simple, but the hard work behind it is very hard. The Ming family wants to do business with the Merchant Money Bank. Of course, the investigation of the Merchant Money Bank clearly shows that Fan Xian has nothing to do with Merchant Money Bank. However, Ming Qingda did not expect that although the results of his investigation were good, the boss of Merchant Money Bank was indeed not Fan Xian... The boss was the little emperor of Northern Qi!

"Everything starts with caution." Ming Qingda raised his head and barely controlled his failure: "Give up 30%... I'm sorry to the ancestors. But we can delay for a while and wait for the backup plan in Beijing."

However, in the past two years, the Ming family gradually declined until it finally collapsed, which was actually because of... this "drag"!

A long time later, when the shopkeeper of the investment bank was yawning in the hall, Ming Qingda, the contemporary owner of the Ming family, walked out with a gloomy face.

The shopkeeper smiled slightly and said, "Old Master Ming makes people feel comfortable."

Ming Qingda did not bow his hand or say anything else. He asked coldly: "Take Lanshi's half-sized contract book and sell it to the book, and I will meet your boss' request."

"Yes, Master Ming." The shopkeeper still had a face unchanged. He took out a document from his arms and sent it to Ming Qingda. It was the contract letter left by Ming Lanshi's salt and silver peddling shop. It seemed that he had prepared for it.

Before Ming Qingda could speak, the shopkeeper whispered: "That one will be sold after you go back."

Ming Qingda nodded weakly.

In the afternoon, the Ming family and the major accountants of the Merchants Bank entered one after another. The shopkeeper strongly asked the wealthy businessmen to visit the ceremony to sit aside, and the local government sent by Suzhou Prefecture was notarized and prepared.

Three pieces of white paper were laid on the table, and a pen with ink was flying and phoenix. In a moment, three documents of debt-to-equity conversion were written. Sun Xiong Zhu, who was watching the ceremony, looked at the wealthy businessman of Sun Xiong and the elderly man in Suzhou City for a while before he understood what was written on it. He couldn't help but sucked the air conditioner and was shocked!

China Merchants Money Bank invested in Mingjia, accounting for 30% of the shares!

Although the great men in Jiangnan had long seen the embarrassment of the Ming family, no one expected that the Ming family, which was as rich as a country, would be so sad that they could not be so exhausted. But they used 4 million taels of land to borrow silver to exchange for 30% of the Ming family's shares?... The merchants thought about it again. Thinking that the Ming family's current difficulties were mainly concentrated in turnover and flowing, they immediately understood this point, and instead felt that the asking price of the Merchants Bank was very reasonable.

Ming Qingda picked up the brush and pondered for a moment. Without any sensation, he signed his name very calmly and pressed his fingerprints.

Everyone looked at this scene silently, no matter whether they were enemies or friends with the Ming family, they all felt extremely admired by the old man Ming's scheming and courage. The century-old clan had 30% of them and outsiders, and they could not have done such extraordinary measures unless they were extraordinary people.

The person who signs and draws fingerprints on behalf of the investment bank's money shop... is a young man, a young man with a beautiful face but always standing behind the shopkeeper of the bank.

Everyone did not notice his existence, but they woke up until then, looked at him in surprise, thinking that the mysterious boss of the investment bank, was it this unknown young man?

Ming Qingda finally frowned at this time and said, "It turns out that you are the boss of the money house. Don't blame me for being rude the day before yesterday."

It’s not his fault that he couldn’t see it, because Wang Shisanlang was dressed in a chic and sparse atmosphere, and he didn’t even look like a hero in the business world. He didn’t even feel like a person in the top position.

Wang Shisanlang was slightly stunned, wondering if he should admit it, because he didn't know if Fan Xian would still stay behind the scenes at this moment.

At this moment, there was a noise at the entrance of Mingyuan, followed by the sound of the central door opening. Then the second door opened again, and the third door also opened. The noise directly reached the hall where the signing was signed. The rapid footsteps came very quickly, faster than the sound of singing, with a hint of domineering and arrogance.

Ming Qingda frowned and looked out of the hall, not knowing who was coming.

The footsteps were extremely light.

Because the owner of the footsteps was in a very light mood.

Fan Xian, dressed in black inspector's official uniform, stepped over the long threshold and walked in with a happy smile on his face. Behind him, Hong Changqing responded to the inspector's officials and Xia Qifei, the seventh young master of the Ming family.

Without greeting the officials and businessmen, he walked directly to Ming Qingda and looked at the old man with a very convincing look.

I don’t know how long I have been watching, Ming Qingda frowned slightly, looked at the imperial envoy who is rumored to be in Shazhou and asked, “The imperial envoy is here, and I am not welcome.”

Fan Xian smiled and said, "How can you not come for such a grand event? Especially since I still have to come and say thank you to Mr. Ming."

"Thank you?" Ming Qingda's heart trembled slightly.

"Thank you for 30% of your stocks." He attached himself to Ming Qingda's ear, and said softly in a voice that only the other party could hear, "The Merchants Bank... is mine."

Ming Qingda frowned slightly, wondering if he had heard something wrong?

Fan Xian looked at the documents on the desk with the undried ink, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He worked hard for a year and endured for a year, and finally achieved results today. How could he be unhappy?

Although he knew that clearly showing his identity would make the investment merchant bank unable to avoid the court's gaze, it was a matter of time sooner or later. He also needed to use this limelight to make the little emperor of Northern Qi make a fortune and stop... Although under the attention of the emperor, Fan Xian might have to bear more than one million taels of silver, he did not care about this.

The Ming family, which has been circulating in the south of the Yangtze River for a hundred years, and has been controlling the lives and deaths of countless people... Today's change of ownership! How could Fan Xian miss such a grand show? It is worth spending one million taels of silver to buy a show ticket and being able to witness this scene with his own eyes!

He looked at Ming Qingda with his face changing constantly, and squinted his eyes and thought, if Old Master Ming suddenly fainted, then this ticket would be even more worthwhile.

It seemed that God heard his thoughts. Ming Qingda looked at the shopkeeper of the investment bank standing behind Fan Xian. Seeing the young man handing the letter of the contract to Fan Xian, he finally figured out everything, but he still couldn't figure it out... The Ministry of Revenue could not move all the treasury... Where did Fan Xian make so much money and build a bank?

Ming Qingda trembled all over, his eyes were slightly red, his throat gusted twice but he couldn't speak. His qi and blood attacked his heart, and his body fell down as soon as he thrust!
Chapter completed!