Malicious Medical Princess of the Marquis House

Wood, stone, garden, flowers and trees...

One result was announced.

Prices range from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.

The highest is close to four hundred thousand, and the lowest is three to fifty thousand.

The entire market, because of the exaggerated and unbelievable prices refreshed their cognition, it became boiling.

It's like boiling water, bubbling all the time.

Everyone is hi.

There is no such thing as the calmness of the mall, so excited to stand on a chair and shout.

Everyone is involved, incarnate as a madman.

Master Gu watched this scene and yelled angrily, "What a decent way!"

The elder of the household department laughed, "It's just that you don't have to be decent to sell at a high price. If everyone sits like us, do you think anyone will spend hundreds of thousands of taels to buy five-year use rights?"

Master Gu was speechless, unable to speak.

In his heart, he felt that the people in the hall were crazy. In his case, it is absolutely impossible for him to spend hundreds of thousands of taels just to buy a sign. He couldn't bear even tens of thousands of taels.

However, what the head of the household said is also reasonable.

Everyone is sitting in jeopardy, the price is certainly not so high.

I have to say that the boss of the household department is the truth.

Why did Gu Jiu only invite high-profile businessmen and not officials? It's because the officials are very boring.

The boring people are all blacked here by Gu Jiu.

Master Gu was already blackmailed by Gu Jiu.

Therefore, Gu Jiu never invites Master Gu to participate in such scenes.

In the 8th private room, the emperor's heart is dark and refreshing. It was so cool that he wanted to laugh three times up to the sky, but still pretending to be serious, holding back.

He looked at Chen Dachang.

Chen Dachang understood it and said in a low voice, "I wrote it down."

Remember every stroke clearly and ensure that Gu Jiu will not be greedy for ink.

Gu Jiu: mmp, shameless.

Dare to doubt her character.

She collects money, but she is never greedy for money.

Her credibility is leveraged.

This time, the emperor sees everyone pleasing to the eye. Look at who, there is gleaming silver in front of you, as if the silver of snowflakes drifting past your eyes.

Longyan Joy!

In addition, the emperor's expectations of Liu Zhao have also increased a little.

The king of Chu was very heartbroken.

Why doesn't he have a wife who can make money?

Why do all the good things be handled by Liu Zhao.

Liu Zhao: Lao Tzu's eyes were so bright that among thousands of people, he caught the kiss of his wife—Gu Jiu. He can't make money, but he can marry a woman who can make money. This is what he can do.

No. 7 private room.

The young family is very relieved.

The task of 1.7 million taels was overfulfilled, which is not bad.

"Congratulations Xiao Jiu. Things that others can't do can be done in your hands."

Gu Jiu has a smile on her face, and she is also very satisfied with today's results.

According to the agreement between her and the emperor, she can get half of the commission, which is not a small amount.

It's good, I have money for the New Year.

She said: "Thank you ancestors. Without the support of ancestors, there will be no results today."

"You are too modest. There are 10,000 mu of land outside the South City Gate. When do you plan to start?"

Gu Jiu smiled, "Don't worry, wait for next year."

"Talk to the old man when the construction starts, and the old man will also contribute some money to participate in a share to earn some coffin capital."

Gu Jiu laughed, "Don't my ancestors worry about me **** up?"

Shaofu Jialing waved his hand, "Seeing today's scene, the old man believes that no one will doubt your ability to make money. The South City Gate looks messy and there is no way to make money. But the old man firmly believes that it is up to you. It's mud mud, and you have the ability to turn mud into real money."

Gu Jiu panicked, "The ancestors were too high to look at the younger generation, and the younger generations were afraid."

The young man made a laugh, "You, you are too humble. We'll settle this matter, don't forget the old man for the project outside the Nancheng Gate."

Gu Jiu responded, "Thank you ancestors for trusting me, and I will live up to my ancestors' expectations."

That's great.

The thought that as long as Gu Jiu invests money, he can earn a fortune, Shao Fu Clan is very happy.

Gu Jiu's ambition is just a southern city gate.

She took the opportunity to ask Shaofu Jialing, "We have a fixed amount of trade with Xiliang and Beirong every year, right?"

The young man made his heart beat and nervous.

Whenever Gu Jiu asks about something, it means that Gu Jiu wants to do something again, "What do you want to do?"

Gu Jiu laughed, "Old ancestors don't be nervous, I just ask casually."

Just ask?

Shaofu Jialing said hurriedly, "Don't ask casually, the old man's heart is about to jump out."

Gu Jiu's mouth twitches, is it such an exaggeration?

She coughed lightly, "I heard that Beirong and Xiliang's trade are related to the Shaofu."

"Exactly!"

"How much silver can Shaofu earn from Beirong and Xiliang in a year?"

Shao Fu Jia Ling had a toothache, "This is a secret, I can't tell, I can't tell."

Gu Jiu didn't care, and asked casually, "Is there one hundred thousand taels? Five hundred thousand taels? One million taels?"

The young man's brow twitched. If he could make a million taels, he would not have to worry about money all day.

In the past, the main income of the Shaofu was the domestic salt and iron trade. Salt and iron are monopolized by the Shaofu, how can it not make money?

However, according to the regulations, half of the profits earned from salt and iron shall be divided among the Ministry of Households.

Including the trade with Beirong and Xiliang, half of the profits should be divided among the households.

Otherwise, the Ministry of Households only relied on a small amount of business tax, plus agricultural tax and poll tax, which would not be enough to support North Korea's financial expenditure.

The young man’s orders were silent, and Gu Jiu immediately guessed that the profit of foreign trade was definitely not one million taels.

Really incompetent!

Guarding a gold trade line, he couldn't even make one million taels.

A bunch of idiots!

Gu Jiu feels distressed.

She feels angry when she feels bad.

She said indifferently: "For me, let's not say that it can directly create two million taels of profit and indirectly create tens of millions of taels of income."

Shaofu Jialing almost jumped up, "Xiao Jiu, you can't talk nonsense."

Gu Jiu solemnly said: "Don't dare to talk nonsense. Old ancestors, you know me, I never speak big words. For example, I promised the emperor that I would fill the gaps in repairing the three great palaces with the calligraphy given by the emperor. A total of 1.7 million taels.

Who believed that I had this ability? Going up and down, inside and outside the palace, who is not waiting to see my joke? Today, I used 3 million taels of income to slap those people in the face. My ancestors kept saying trust me before, but in a blink of an eye, they told me not to speak big words. "

The young man was so heartbroken that he was almost speechless.

"This is different. You are business. The trade with Beirong and Xiliang is not only business, but also related to military affairs."

Gu Jiu laughed, "I agree with the old ancestor's words very much. It is a matter of military affairs and cannot be viewed from a business perspective alone. So I want to negotiate a business with the ancestor and hope that the ancestor will succeed."

When it comes to business, the young man’s family spirit came to mind, "You said. As long as it is not too difficult, the old man will definitely agree to you."

Gu Jiu considered his own words, "As the saying goes, people who are not my race must have different hearts. Those people in Xiliang and Beirong are our enemies in Da Zhou. Naturally, we don't need to be kind to our enemies.

To be honest with my ancestors, some time ago, I bought a lot of land and mines in the south, which required a lot of coolies. Therefore, I want to buy slaves from Xiliang Beirong through your Shaofu.

I don't care about the origin of these slaves, whether they are prisoners or fugitives, as long as they are not from our Da Zhou, whether they are from Beirong, Xiliang, or even more Western Regions, I want them all. The price is easy to negotiate. "

Human trading, this is a **** trade.

Before making this decision, Gu Jiu had hesitated and struggled.

Finally she convinced herself.

In fact, those people who were trafficked fell into her hands, which is still good luck. At least there is food to survive.

If it falls into the hands of other people, it is a question of whether it can survive the first six months.

In this era, human trafficking is a huge business.

Beirong and Xiliang are selling people in Dazhou, Dazhou has also been selling people in Beirong and Xiliang.

Regardless of whether Gu Jiu is involved, this business will always exist. And the transaction volume is surprisingly huge.

With Gu Jiu participating in it, she can at least be a conscientious owner and will not enslaved herself to death.

In fact, Gu Jiu sometimes reflects on himself. Did she change this era, or was she assimilated by this era?

Human trafficking, human traffickers, in modern times everyone shouts and beats.

But in ancient society, she seemed to have accepted this fact under the influence.

Is human trafficking a crime?

It is indeed sin.

However, there are still many people who are willing to sell themselves and enter high-level households as slaves.

For example, those subordinates in the palace, asking them to restore their status as good people and make a living on their own, they can kneel at the door and cry for three days and three nights, just as if they were dead.

It’s good to enjoy the shade under the big tree. This sentence is fully reflected in this era.

Xiaomin has a difficult life.

To take refuge in a large family, to be a slave and a maid, often just to find a backer.

Those captives, if they can't be sold as slaves, can only be slaughtered. Because raising them will waste food.

Food is precious, and my soldiers don’t have enough to eat, so how can it be given to prisoners?

It's just that in Gu Jiu's view, it is a pity and a waste to kill a prisoner.

Those are strong labors.

Isn't it good to keep doing coolies?

In fact, long ago, as early as in the northwest, Gu Jiu had the idea of ​​buying captives.

It's just that at the beginning, she had no capital, no identity, and no time came. This idea was suppressed by her.

However, after today, the time is basically ripe.

So she took the opportunity to make this request.

The young man's face hesitated.

Gu Jiu persuaded the Shaofu Family Order with a three-inch tongue, "Old ancestors, buying and selling the population of Beirong and Xiliang, especially the captives, is equivalent to weakening the strength of Beirong and Xiliang. This is beneficial to the country and the people. Good thing!

Secondly, you only need to communicate well with the frontier army everywhere, and if you transport people to the designated place, you will have a lot of money in your account, which is equivalent to your young man’s opening a non-profit business and just reaping profits.

Moreover, the side army also has an extra income, which can give the soldiers two more meals, and can have cotton jackets on them in winter. Such a good thing, why not do it.

Don’t forget the old ancestors, Beirong and Xiliang looted our population, served as slaves and maidservants, and killed our people. Shouldn’t our Dazhou retaliate? "

The young man’s clan moved his heart, but he still did not agree, "This matter is of great importance. The old man needs to report to your majesty, and he can only agree to you with your majesty’s permission. Also, human trafficking, after all, hurts heaven and peace, there must be impeachment in the DPRK. ."

Gu Jiu vomited: "The masters in the Chaozhong group are mostly pedantic. They hold the memorial archways of the state of etiquette all day long, but watch their own people being taken abducted and mutilated.

We just use the human way to treat the human body, and we say that it hurts the heaven and the peace. When the people of this country are killed, why don't they say that there is harm to heaven and peace? Why don't you think about revenge? Because of the pedantic people in the North Korea, every battle is a loss-making business, only seeing the money spent, but not the money.

If things continue like this, in another twenty or thirty years, can the frontier army still fight? I was afraid that as soon as the fight started, the old master of the Korean Central Committee began to clamor for military militants and abolish martial arts. "

Shaofu Jialing was a little confused, "Can you make money even in war?"

Gu Jiu laughed, "My ancestors would really be joking. They didn't fight for money, but for what?"

The young man's family made his mind a little confused, "Naturally it is to open up new territory."

Gu Jiu said loudly, "What is the purpose of opening up the territory? Of course it is for money! Is land money? Is population money? Is cattle and sheep money? Is underground minerals money?

With the magnificent military exploits of opening up territories, to deter the neighboring country, forcing the other country to open up trade lines, earning other countries’ silver, and dumping our products from Da Zhou. Is this money?

With money, we can raise more troops, change their equipment, and build an army armed to the teeth. With such an army, who will compete with each other inside and outside the world?

A war without money is destined to not last long. An army without money will be dismembered sooner or later. The war started because of profit.

The reason why Beirong and Xiliang went south three times and four times because of the benefits. They looted our population, robbed our people, and stood on the stand of Xiliang Beirong. Are these benefits obtained through war? "

Shaofu Jialing has lived for decades, and once again was refreshed by Gu Jiu's Three Views.

Gu Jiu was once again incarnate as a big flicker, personally fighting, brainwashing the young man.

He rubbed his eyebrows, "You let the old man be quiet."

Gu Jiu didn't say any more, and for this, it was enough.

She didn't know, because of what she said, there was no sound in the 8th room next door, and the needles dropped could be heard.

Just now, because Gu Jiu was a little excited, she raised her volume, so that everything she said was passed to the next room No. 8.

Her remarks: The war, the remarks opened for profit, shocked everyone in Private Room No. 8, from the emperor to the guards, all in a daze.

Everyone looked at Liu Zhao.

Could it be that Liu Zhao asked Gu Jiu to say these words?

Gu Jiu knew that the emperor was sitting in the 8th private room, so he said this deliberately?

Scheming!

Liu Zhao, did not expect you to be such a grandson?

He is clearly a scheming man!

Too treacherous.

If you can’t do it yourself, let a woman go into battle and brush her presence. Can you make a face?

Liu Zhao: mmp, this son is also the first time he has heard about the nature of war from a pro-law, okay? He was also shocked, okay? His Three Views also faltered, okay?

How did he know that Gu Jiu was not only good at making money, but also good at analyzing the nature of war.

In fact, Gu Jiu's remarks were for money in the final analysis.

Liu Zhao lowered his head and wanted to laugh.

I didn't hear the cause, and I don't know why Gu Jiu mentioned the war.

But thinking that even with such a serious topic as war, she has the ability to involve money, Liu Zhao couldn't help but laugh.

Qian Chuanzi is not called for nothing.

The emperor had a serious face and glanced at Liu Zhao.

Liu Zhao asked, "Grandfather, do you want to call Xiao Jiu?"

The emperor waved his hand, "No need."

How can a military matter be a trifling matter.

Liu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried that the emperor would send someone to call Gu Jiu.

Gu Jiu didn't know that the emperor was sitting in the 8th private room next door. If she knew, she would definitely not say a word.

Even if I said, I would lower my voice, and would not raise the volume due to excitement.

The bidding conference is coming to an end.

Some are happy and some are sad.

The task of 1.7 million taels was overfulfilled, and the difference was a few thousand taels, and it was three million taels.

Relying on a copy of the emperor's calligraphy, five years of authorization, in exchange for three million taels.

Throughout the court, no one can match this skill of fortune.

The eldest of the household department sighed again and again with fear.

Only then did Gu Jiu come to the private room No. 3 to greet Master Gu and the head of the household.

"The younger generation has met the old man, please greet my father."

"Mrs. Zhao is polite. Mrs. Zhao has no worries about money. The old man admires her."

Gu Jiu laughed. Her first impression of the elder Hubu Shangshu was not bad, at least not pedantic.

"The old man is absurdly praised, but the younger generation just coincided with the meeting."

"Modest, too modest. Others can't think of such a way. Only you can think of it. This is your uniqueness. Just now the old man was chatting with your father. If you have any profitable business next time, let the old man participate. One share, somehow earn some coffin capital."

Gu Jiu pursed his lips and smiled, "It is an honor for the younger generation that the old man can respect the younger generation. If there is such an opportunity, he will be notified in time."

"Then we are settled. Master Gu, the old man envy you, how capable daughter is."

Master Gu felt uncomfortable and was beaten in the face. At the same time, I am proud and happy.

Tangled ah!

He said to Gu Jiu with a serious face: "Beware of arrogance and rashness. Think about your family more. It is important to add imports to the palace as soon as possible."

Gu Jiu lowered his head and rolled his eyes secretly.

Gu Da is a veritable king of the cold.