Tang Huan transmigrates to a desolate land as a minor county magistrate, so poor that even the county office leaks wind. After enduring hardships, he finally resolves to change his fate. Through fi...
Borrowing 10,000 taels and only needing to repay an additional 500 taels a year later is far too cheap!
"I wonder who came up with this lending method?"
Wu Lanxi looked at Tang Huan, already having made up her mind.
No one else in Qihuai County could have imagined such a thing; only this seemingly carefree, frivolous, and unserious county magistrate could have done it.
"It was Lord Tang's idea. This loan office also has a special name: Seven Locust Trees Bank," Xie Wu said in a low voice.
"Bank?" Wu Lanxi sighed, gradually becoming immune to it.
After a few years of poverty and hardship, Qihuai County, under Tang Huan's leadership, began to develop various businesses, and gradually the people became wealthy.
Thus, Qihuai Bank was born.
Although Qihuai County is a peaceful and prosperous place, with no bandits or refugees left, people don't have to worry about their money being stolen if they keep it at home.
But since the extra money is just sitting there, why not deposit it in Qihuai Bank and get interest every year?
Upon hearing that the interest rate for people's savings was three percent, Wu Lanxi looked intently at Tang Huan.
Isn't this just lending the people's money to others? Tang Huan earned two percent of the money without doing almost anything.
Wu Lanxi was a smart person and immediately saw the key point.
"Lord Tang is truly a gentleman who loves money, but he acquires it in a proper way."
Tang Huan shook his head, "No, no, I'm just a gentleman who loves money. I'll take it all, no matter what it is. As long as I can make money, I, Tang Huan, will be there."
Only Tang Huan would say something so bluntly.