Chapter 318 of the main text of the No. ruthless man in Nanming Chapter 318: Fatten the pig and kill it, isn’t that good, right?”

Zhao Liben said with a stern face: "Have General Wu ever thought that these wealthy businessmen are all well-known figures in Jiujiang? If they offend them, how can our mansion gain a foothold in Jiujiang in the future?"

The prefect of Jiujiang was a top-notch man. Zhao Liben finally got this position, so he naturally didn't want to throw it away in a daze.

If a local official wants to do it for a long time and achieve political achievements, he must have a good relationship with local gentry, landlords, merchants and tycoons, otherwise it will probably end up with a bedding and a waste of money.

Zhao Liben was well aware of this principle, so he did not intend to do this to kill chickens and retrieve eggs.

"Zhao Fuzun is wrong."

Wu Kuan took a sip of tea ceremony: "Zhao Fuzun should be clear about the current situation, and those merchants should also be clear about it. What would happen if the Ming thief destroyed the city? I'm afraid they would not only have money but also their lives would not be saved?"

Wu Kuan deliberately portrayed the Ming army as a group of villains who did everything they wanted, which scared Zhao Liben to shivered.

"Really, is it really that scary?"

"Zhao Mansion Master, don't you know yet? Look at the officials who lost their land, which one was not cruelly killed by the Ming thief. It's good to light the sky lantern and peel it. If you catch up with Ling Chi, that knife, tsk."

Hearing these tortures, Zhao Liben's face turned pale instantly.

He was a literati, naturally afraid of torture. And he could imagine that if Wu Kuan saw that the situation was not good, he would definitely leave the city and escape, leaving him alone to die in the city.

This is simply too scary.

"Mr. Wu is still the same. If you want the soldiers to work hard, you have to take out real money and silver. Since Zhao Fuzun doesn't want to draw from the treasury, letting the rich businessmen bleed is the only choice. There is no way to achieve the best of both worlds in the world. Zhao Fuzun should think about it carefully."

Zhao Liben was forced into a corner and had no room for choice.

He hesitated and sighed, "Forget it, our government will prepare for this matter, and I hope General Wu will not let it down."

Wu Kuan's face finally showed a smile.

"Don't worry, as long as the money is in place, Mr. Wu dares to pat his chest to ensure that Jiujiang City is solid! Since there is nothing else, Mr. Wu will not disturb Mr. Zhao, and say goodbye!"

After saying that, Wu Kuan bowed and then turned around and left

After Wu Kuan left, Zhao Liben immediately ordered people to invite all the wealthy merchants and tycoons in Jiujiang City to the government office.

These merchants did not know what medicine the prefect sold in the gourd, so they had to obey their orders.

Zhao Liben boasted about the Haikou in front of Wu Kuan, but at this moment there was no way out, so he had to bite the bullet and explain the reason to the merchants.

This doesn't matter, and the merchants were instantly exploded.

I asked them to pay the money, didn’t they want to cut their meat?

"Zhao Fuzun, can we discuss this matter any longer?"

After a long time, Tian Ji, the president of Jiujiang Chamber of Commerce, stepped forward and bowed.

Tian Ji smiled at her face, and Zhao Liben was not too harsh.

Don't you hit someone with a smile?

"What do President Tian want to discuss?"

"Of course it's the amount of silver donated."

Zhao Liben thought for a while, then nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao!"

Tian Ji bowed his hand, then turned around and summoned everyone to gather together.

A large group of people gathered together, talking nonstop with one mouthful of chicken and one mouthful of duck.

They were speaking in Jiujiang local dialect, and Zhao Liben couldn't quite understand it, so he could only frown and wait there.

After a long time, Tian Ji turned around and saluted Zhao Liben and said, "Mr. Mansion Master, we have discussed it. Business is not easy this year, and many families are still losing money. However, in the current Ming thief, the country and the world are the most important, so we will still squeeze out some money. Are you looking at 10,000 taels enough?"

Tian Ji had already thought about it in his mind that one of their dozen families would pay less than 1,000 taels, and then he would get it together after ten thousand taels.

One thousand taels are just a drop in the bucket for them, just sprinkling water between their fingers.

Zhao Liben's expression was ashen when he heard this?

Ten thousand taels?

This is too little.

Wu Kuan asked for 50,000 taels of silver to reward the soldiers.

If these merchants only took out 10,000 taels, Zhao Li would have to be forced to take out more than 20,000 taels in the treasury, and he would have to pay more than 10,000 taels out of his own pocket, so that he could barely collect the 50,000 taels of figure. This is too difficult.

Although this can be enough, Zhao Liben became the sucker. How could he agree?

"President Tian, ​​you're a little scary, right? Could it be that you bullied me and didn't understand business affairs?"

Zhao Liben put a hat down, and Tian Ji quickly knelt down and said, "The Zhao family is respectful and respectful. Maybe we can raise money."

Zhao Liben snorted, "No matter how you raise the property, you must send it to the government office within two or three days. Otherwise, don't blame me for not remembering the old love."

After saying that, he waved his hand to show him off.

Tian Jizhi was extremely embarrassed. Zhao Liben really didn't leave any face for him.

Fifty thousand taels are indeed not a big number for them, but it is too embarrassing.

In desperation, they had to leave the government office, but they were thinking about how to give Zhao Liben some color

The sky gradually darkened, and the people in Jiujiang City all returned home and closed the door.

It's still dark in spring, and the world has not been peaceful recently, so I'll be back home.

A hot air balloon fell from a dilapidated City God Temple in the north of the city.

Seven or eight Ming soldiers jumped carefully from the hot air balloon.

But now they all shaved their hair and looked exactly like the people under the Qing Dynasty.

The leader is naturally Liu Xingming.

In fact, he also considered using monks and Taoist dress. However, these two types were used too many times, and he was afraid that the Qing soldiers in the city would be suspicious, so he shaved his hair and left his braids.

Anyway, it's just a temporary task. As long as Jiujiang City breaks, they can cut this damn braid immediately.

"General Liu, what should we do now?"

Although they have entered the city in hot air balloons, the next one is the most challenging one.

Liu Xingming thought for a moment and said, "Hide the hot air balloon first and don't be discovered. Then we wait until dawn to walk on the street as a beggar."

As for the songs, they had already prepared them and brought several copies, which could be posted and circulated in the city at any time.

Not to mention that although this Chenghuang Temple is a bit dilapidated, it is still good to protect yourself from wind and rain.

Liu Xingming and others brought the hot air balloon into the house with all their strength, and then took a rest with the thatch.

There was nothing to say all night, and everyone got up early the next morning.

They all wore shabby clothes and painted their faces with mud, so it seemed that there was no difference between them and street beggars.

Liu Xingming touched his stomach, but he was a little hungry.
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