Ming Dynasty Jinyiwei: Commander, what do you want to tell me?

Shen Wanshi had expected it in his heart, but there was still a touch of bitterness in his heart.

But now that he has made up his mind, even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance, he is unwilling to compromise.

"How many golden silk nanmu do you have in Lord Zhu's hands?"

"Fifty." Zhu Qianyuan said.

Hearing this number, Shen Wanshi was shocked.

Golden silk nanmu has a price and has no market, and belongs to the royal family.

The most abundant amount of wood that usually flows to the people is considered a luxury when used to build a living room.

I didn't expect there to be fifty of them this time!

"What, can't you eat?"

"No..." Shen Wanshi thought for a moment and made a decision: "You can eat it."

"Fifty, I'll buy it at twice the market price."

This order is not to buy and sell Shen Wanshi to make money.

Zhu Qianyuan frowned and said, "One million taels of silver is not a small amount.

"Shen Yuanwaibai gave me 500,000 taels, I'm afraid there is another hidden secret, right?"

The imperial court is in dire need of disaster relief silver, but this does not mean that Zhu Qianyuan will agree to any requests from others because of the disaster relief silver.

The Ming Dynasty descended from the Son of Heaven, all of them were greedy, and the dynasty was sluggish.

If Zhu Qianyuan is also in the same stream as those people, then how can he talk about Zhongxing Daming?

Seeing the other side frowning, Shen Wanshi felt indescribably nervous in his heart.

In the past, he also dealt with senior officials in the DPRK and China, and even had the fate to meet the 9,000-year-old who leaned towards the government and the opposition.

But no one has ever put so much pressure on him before he speaks out to blame.

This also made Shen Wanshi sure in his heart that Zhu Qianyuan was definitely a person who had the ability to help him avenge himself.

"I just want to buy peace."

"The golden silk nanmu is a royal thing, and the private use of the people is a big crime, and the extra 500,000 rights should be exchanged for the commander of Zhu."

"Allow me to use the golden silk nanmu."

Zhu Qianyuan's eyes swept over Shen Wanshi, and then fell on his daughter.

"What do you think is the difference between Ling Ai and my princess?"

This question with no beginning and no end made Shen Wanshi stunned.

He really couldn't think of any deep meaning of the commander, so he could only understand it literally: "The princess is the blood of the royal family, the body of a daughter..."

Zhu Qianyuan shook his head: "No, it's no different. "

Before my Ming Taizu established the dynasty, I was just a poor person."

"Although the Zhu family is a royal family after the surname, how can the people of the world be divided into three, six, nine and so on?"

Shen Wanshi was stunned.

"The princess is a human being, and Ling Ai is a human being, so you, me, the Son of Heaven, and the people are all human beings, what the royal family can use, why can't the people use it?"

This sentence is like an initiation, and it goes straight to Shen Wanshi's heart.

He is a businessman and is known as the richest man in the Ming Dynasty.

What can be entered is a business registration, and you cannot seek fame or enter Zhumen.

No one had ever looked at him squarely.

But today, Zhu Qianyuan's words were deafening.

The Son of Heaven is a human being, equal to the people....

After muttering for a moment, Shen Wanshi came back to his senses: "I believe that the commander must be the one who can change the world." As

the saying goes, no business is treacherous, but his words came from the bottom of his heart and he said them very sincerely.

"Lord Commander, Jin Si Nanmu is going to be decided."

"I'll go back and get a million taels of silver."

Zhu Qianyuan nodded, signaling that Shen Wanshi was fine.

Leaving the door, Shen Wanshi handed back the wooden plaque, representing the deal.

A note stating that the deal was made was then sent from the connecting passage on the third floor to the private rooms on the second floor.

"What, someone bought the golden silk nanmu?"

"Presumptuous, doesn't this take my great tomorrow in your eyes?"

"The merchant who dares to buy the golden silk nanmu ... I'm afraid it's only Shen Wanshi! The

court officials who were sitting in several different private rooms suddenly burst out.

The golden silk nanmu was originally a royal thing, and it was never allowed to flow into the people.

The act of selling golden silk nanmu is tantamount to provoking the dignity of the great tomorrow!

Zhu Youxiao, the son of tomorrow, loves carpenters and craftsmen are well known, and now even the Son of Heaven does not have golden silk nanmu available, but there is a transaction of golden silk nanmu in the tea room.

This shows that the power of private businessmen is to some extent better than that of the Son of Heaven!

Almost at the same time, the doors of several private rooms on the second floor were opened.

Dong Kewei, who was worried about Nanmu, was among them.

He glanced at a few colleagues who were out of the house at the same time and said, "I didn't expect you to be in Yanhong Building."

"It really surprised Dong!"

"Each other, each other," the rest responded.

Dong Kewei is a secretary of the Ministry of Industry and a member of the second grade.

Among these colleagues in front of him, he has the highest status.

He noticed that these people were also angry, so he spoke: "You are so angry, presumably because of the matter of the golden silk nanmu.

"Dong has been reprimanded many times by His Majesty because of the golden silk nanmu, and now there is a golden silk nanmu transaction among the people."

"This shows that some people don't put the Son of Heaven in their eyes, this is bullying the king, this is rebellion!"

Zhao Chenglin, the waiter of the Ministry of Works, and Qin Li, the secretary, agreed.

"Today, Ben Shangshu wants to see who is so bold!"

Dong Kewei directly caught the dumb guy: "Who is the person who sells golden silk nanmu?" The

mute little guy pointed and couldn't speak.

"Take Ben-sama to him, or you know the consequences!"

The background of Yanhonglou is very deep, but no matter how deep it is, it is just an industry run by others.

And Dong Kewei himself is a member of the second rank of the DPRK, and no one can afford to provoke him.

Under duress, the mute little girl could only point to the door of the house where Zhu Qianyuan was.

Then, he pushed the little guy away and walked over with Zhao Chenglin and Qin Li.

Of course, there is another reason why Dong Kewei is so angry, he plans to take the opportunity to swallow this golden silk nanmu and ask for credit in front of His Majesty!

Boy, if you want to blame it, this golden silk nanmu is the favorite wood of the Son of Heaven!