I, The Identity of the Immortal Master, Has Been Exposed

the next day.

Beijing, South Gate Street.

Two buildings covering an area of ​​half an acre, one south and one north, quietly opened on Nanmen Street.

However, the commoners had obviously been notified, and two long queues formed in front of the two gates early in the night.

The line was hundreds of meters long, as if all the people in the capital had come.

Not far from the team, there is a shed built by the imperial court.

The tempting aroma floated out from the iron pot, and the boiled crystal clear fish bones were tossing in the fish soup.

Every citizen in the line can get a bowl of fish soup for free to warm their body, even if the cold wind is howling, they can still feel warm all over.

The team moved forward little by little, and soon it was time for lunch. Many people took out the thick noodles and steamed buns prepared in advance and ate them with fish soup.

Everyone looks forward to the pair in front of them, hoping that it will be their turn in the next moment.

At the front of the team, there was a commotion in the crowd.

"Hahaha, I got it, I finally got it!"

A middle-aged man in a thin coat with patches ran out of the royal coal sales shop excitedly, holding a few black briquettes in his dirty hands and tears welling up in his eyes.

The news of briquettes had spread yesterday, and this kind of thing is simply an artifact in winter.

It can keep warm and the price is still low, you only need a copper coin to buy one, so all people can consume it.

With this honeycomb, the house will no longer be so cold in the future, no longer have to eat cold steamed buns, and no family members will be frozen to death!

The man held the briquettes high, knelt down on the ground, and knocked his head heavily on the slate.

Looking at the black and yellow man on his face, the surrounding people not only did not have any contempt, but were full of envy.

However, there was no turmoil in the crowd. Everyone lined up honestly, looking up at the big seal of Chongzhen on the plaque, and everyone had a look of reverence on their faces.

Your Majesty is really a good emperor, just this briquettes can save their lives, not to mention the wool sweater.

Many people couldn't help but look back at the other team in the distance, with anticipation flashing in their eyes.

With sweaters and briquettes, this winter is no longer as miserable as in previous years.

A little time passed, and every commoner who came out of the royal coal sales shop and the royal clothing shop was grabbing the ground with their heads, and their eyes filled with tears of excitement.

There was a lot of noise on Nanmen Street, and the atmosphere was incomparably warm. Even the cold wind could not dampen the enthusiasm of the people.

In contrast, the other store at the end of Nanmen Street is exceptionally deserted.

A middle-aged fat man wearing a staff hat looked gloomily at the long queue in the distance, with blue veins on his forehead bursting out of anger.

Ma Dahai is a well-known wealthy businessman in the capital, and he started his business by selling charcoal.

As the weather has gotten colder in recent years, the trees around the capital have been cut down, and the price of his charcoal has soared every day, which is now dozens of times higher than usual.

But even so, there are still an endless stream of people who come to his store to buy coal every day.

If there is no charcoal, he will freeze to death in winter. His charcoal business is equivalent to grasping the lifeline of the people.

But today, things have completely changed!

The opening of the Royal Coal Shop, their briquettes are good and cheap, completely robbing all the sellers.

Usually at this time, he has almost bought dozens of catties of charcoal, but today, he has not sold a single piece!

"Damn it!" Ma Dahai glared fiercely at the team in the distance, and returned to the store with his sleeves.

The second shop assistant stuck his head out and looked at him with a stern expression: "The shopkeeper, why don't we smash their shop, and we won't be able to open our shop if we go on!"

"Do you have shit in your head!

Ma Dahai slapped the face of the (cgag) shop boy, making him turn around in a circle: "That's the shop opened by the emperor, it's smashed, don't you want your head?"

If it was before, when Chongzhen was still relatively weak, this store would have smashed it if it was smashed, maybe they could snatch their method of making briquettes, and let their voices rise to the next level.

But now, who doesn't know that Chongzhen is ruthless and ruthless, and the profiteers who have fallen to the ground before have not yet emerged. Going to smash the store, this is courting death!

The shop assistant covered his face and dared not speak: "The shopkeeper, what should I do now, I can't close the door, right?"

With a gloomy face, Ma Dahai said in a deep voice: "If the price is reduced, if they sell it for one penny, then we will sell it for five cents. Our charcoal is better than theirs and the sales volume is definitely better than theirs!

"You go and inform the merchants in the city that our coal is sold at a low price and let them come and buy it!

"Yes! 35

Just like that, two days passed.

Ma Dahai moved a small bench and sat at the door of the store, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were fixed on the distance.

These two days have passed, and the business of the Royal Coal Sales Shop has become more and more popular day by day, but his store is still very small.

Originally, there were a few people who came to have a look out of curiosity when they heard the news of the price reduction of charcoal, but when they heard the charcoal of five cents a dollar, they turned their heads and left, and they couldn't stop it.

"What the hell is going on!" Ma Dahai saw the shop's second coming back, and immediately grabbed his collar and roared: "Our charcoal is so cheap, why are those rich businessmen still reluctant to buy it, what is going on? '

The shop assistant was sobbing and took out two square pieces of coal from the cloth bag.

"Look at the shopkeeper, the Royal Coal Sales Shop not only sells briquettes, but also sells this kind of animal grain coal, which is not only exquisite in workmanship, but also only costs ten cents a piece. Those rich businessmen, we can't take them away!" 5

Looking at the exquisitely crafted coal in the shop, Ma Dahai's eyes widened and he fainted.

It's over, it's over.

He still has thousands of pieces of charcoal in his hands, and he can't sell it at all.

This is Chongzhen's method. He had long expected that the charcoal merchants in the capital would be jealous of his interests and sell them at low prices, so he ordered Sun Dinghe to make a piece that could make this charcoal. The machine of animal grain coal will completely seize the high-end market.

He may lose money for a penny of honeycomb coal, but a ten penny piece of animal grain coal will definitely make a profit, but it is a little troublesome when making machines.

He did not deliberately dispose of these shoulders who were driving up the market price, but only used a small piece of animal grain coal to block all their livelihoods.

Chongzhen is releasing a message to the merchants in Daming, I don't need to kill you, but I have a way to deal with you.

It's okay to do business, but if you are greedy for people's fat and money, and maliciously drive up the market price, someone will one day take care of them.