Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

The moment the slogan was shouted, Guo Tianyang felt so ashamed he wanted to disappear.

For some reason, he felt a sense of hopelessness.

He had been a eunuch his entire life, done his fair share of dirty deeds, and never felt much about being subservient.

But this slogan gave him the same feeling as defecating in the street.

However, His Majesty insisted on hearing it, so he had no choice but to shout it...

People's hearts are not what they used to be! How could those people who bought meal sets for commemorative coins shamelessly shout it out?

Emperor Jing regretted it after hearing it, and goosebumps rose on his skin.

It was truly silent and mind-blowing...

He asked you to shout a slogan, why did you shout it so seductively? Are you deliberately disgusting me?

Emperor Jing coughed dryly and shifted his gaze to the food on the tray.

"What are all these things?"

Guo Tianyang snapped back to reality and hurriedly explained one by one: "Your Majesty, this is a hamburger, this is called a chicken wrap... and this is a family bucket, selling for one tael of silver."

Family bucket? Could it be that the entire chicken family is inside?

Emperor Jing frowned and said, "In this paper bucket... I think it can only hold one chicken at most."

What kind of question is that! Does a family bucket have to stuff the whole family inside? Who knows how many members are in a chicken's family.

Guo Tianyang complained inwardly and quickly said: "Your Majesty, it's just a name. This servant saw that there's not even a whole chicken inside. Maybe half a chicken, plus two chicken burgers, and two cups of tea."

In other words, for one tael of silver, you can't even buy a whole chicken?

The packaging looks quite impressive, and it feels substantial when you hold it, but there's actually not much inside.

Emperor Jing raised an eyebrow: "Are there many people buying family buckets? What is the price of a fat chicken in the capital now?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, only by buying a family bucket can you shout the slogan and get a commemorative coin, so most people buy this. As for the price of chicken, it's roughly five fen of silver per chicken."

Emperor Jing gasped inwardly.

It seems that the profit from this thing is not small at all! It just looks affordable...

At this point, Emperor Jing stopped asking questions and picked up a piece of fried chicken from the family bucket and put it in his mouth.

He took a small bite, and a rich, oily, and savory aroma filled his mouth.

As the supreme ruler, the standards for his usual meals are undoubtedly high, but he doesn't actually eat much fried food.

Emperor Jing savored it for a moment and nodded in approval: "Although it's already cold, it's indeed delicious and has its merits."

Guo Tianyang swallowed and nodded in agreement.

When he received it, it was still warm, and the aroma was very strong. This thing felt very delicious.

If His Majesty says it's delicious, then it must be delicious.

He should buy some to try one day; the freshly made one should be good.

Emperor Jing took two more bites, feeling a little greasy, and put it back in the bucket.

For no reason... his mind felt a little restless.

This thing seems to be making too much money. The East Depot has investigated enough details, but still hasn't grasped the whole picture.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Where is the Crown Prince these days? How long has it been since he returned to the palace? Is he with Fang Zheng Yi?"

"Your Highness last returned to the palace five days ago. According to the East Depot, Your Highness often frequents restaurants, and Marquis Jianye also often appears by his side."

"Does Your Majesty want to summon His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Marquis Jianye to the palace for questioning?" Guo Tianyang asked.

Emperor Jing thought for a while and waved his hand: "No need. As the Crown Prince, he doesn't know how to restrain himself and spends his days in restaurants, which is outrageous! One day, I will personally go and see what they are busy with!"

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Fang Zheng Yi leaned back in his reclining chair, lazily reading a report.

Beside him on the table were several reports, snacks, tea, and so on...

Now, in addition to his original work, the development of Jingxing Bank and the Exchange cannot be ignored.

Although many smart people have joined in to explore the future, he can't help too much with the details.

But at least he can control the general direction.

A ship sailing the sea relies on the helmsman, and he is the strongest helmsman in the world.

However, what he is looking at now is not some materials related to his job, but the restaurant report sent by Li Yuanzhao.

Although he doesn't participate personally or even ask too much about the restaurant, Li Yuanzhao is afraid of something going wrong and hopes he can have some input.

Fang Zheng Yi was also quite satisfied.

At least the Crown Prince is still very stable and hasn't become arrogant because of the popularity of fast food.

It's a good thing that his personality is no longer so carefree.

And the report at hand is also quite impressive.

The revenue of Ken De Ji is a little scary.

The daily income is as high as hundreds of taels, with a gross profit of about 40%.

He doesn't know how the Crown Prince managed to keep the costs down; it's really a bit exaggerated.

He looked at it for half an hour and couldn't find any faults.

At present, according to this trend, opening some branches is not impossible.

Based on the market size of the capital alone, opening dozens of branches is not a problem at all.

If he can really build up this industry, not to mention what Li Yuanzhao has learned from it.

Just the increase in employment alone would be a great merit!

After years of publicity and economic development, public discrimination against women is not as serious as before.

However, it is still somewhat difficult for a large number of women to find a job.

If fast food restaurants mainly use women to be responsible, it would undoubtedly be a powerful help for women in low positions.

If this model can work, it would be a double blessing!

After thinking for a while, Fang Zheng Yi put the report back on the table and took a new one.

This one is the Exchange's report.

Recently, many new stocks have been listed on the Exchange, and the most important one is the imperial court's West Sea Trade.

Once listed, it immediately doubled in value.

The interests represented by West Sea Trade are self-evident. The benefits of the entire Da Jing trading with the West are visible to everyone.

Its influence is no less than that of trains.

Once listed, it was immediately snapped up, but the trading rules are not perfect at present, and internal transactions have already divided up most of it in advance.

Especially Emperor Jing, who sold all his train stocks and switched to heavily investing in West Sea Trade.

Although the future prospects of railways are unlimited, he can't stand the slow growth or even fluctuations of the present after the soaring of train stocks.

To hell with value investing.

After reading the two reports, Fang Zheng Yi was tired.

He took a novel from the armrest of the reclining chair and started reading it with relish.

With economic development and commercial openness, there are naturally more smart people investing in new fields and starting to write some eye-catching short and medium-length novels.

He also likes to read novels on weekdays.

The current one is very exciting; he has already read half of it yesterday.

It tells the story of a frustrated old man who is enlightened in the stock market by a fox spirit, makes a fortune, and has countless beauties.

A typical feel-good novel!

Fang Zheng Yi ate snacks and watched with great amusement.

What ancient people and modern people, their minds are all about that! The core of it never changes.

Just as he was getting into it, and he was about to see the protagonist hooking up with the fox spirit, the thin booklet had already turned to the last page.

Another damn cliffhanger!

Fang Zheng Yi's face fell, and he pulled a slip of paper from the table, wrote a line of big characters:

[Update quickly! Sleepless nights!]

Then he clipped the note in the book.

In the evening, someone will take the book and the note to his door for the first verbal urging to update.

Fang Zheng Yi had just reclined again when a doorkeeper broke into the office, panting and saying: "Sir! His Majesty is coming! He has already sent someone to deliver the imperial decree."

His Majesty is coming? What is he doing at the Zhenfu Division?

Damn! Is he suddenly here to check on my work?

Something abnormal must be afoot!

Fang Zheng Yi blinked, and a bad feeling surged into his heart. The next second, he quickly got up from the reclining chair.

He waved his hand vigorously and kicked the reclining chair: "Quick, quick, find someone to take away this chair and snacks! Bring over the official documents from the first half of the month and put them on the table, and then go notify people to welcome the Emperor."

"Yes!" The doorkeeper responded and ran away in a sweat.

After the doorkeeper left, Fang Zheng Yi looked around guiltily.

He quickly messed up the reports on the table and scribbled a few circles with pen and ink.

Seeing that there were no omissions, he picked up his official robe and confidently walked out of the office....

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