Yinzhen was listening at the side and couldn't help but have some thoughts.
Yin'er's ability to make money is obvious to all, but Yinzhen knows that most of Yin'er's ideas for making money were provided by his second brother.
The sum of Yinzhen and his second brother is greater than the sum of their parts. If he can get a share this time, the Fourth Prince's Mansion will never be short of money in the future.
So Yinzhen also went over, but before he could say anything, there was a knock on the door.
Several waiters came in carrying dishes. When they got closer, Yinreng smelled that sweet fragrance again.
His brows furrowed unconsciously.
"Sir, these are our shop's signature dishes. Please enjoy your meal."
The waiter who led the way smiled insincerely, and his skinny face was covered with wrinkles layer upon layer, which looked creepy no matter how you looked at it.
Yin'er's stomach twitched and he scolded,
"Okay, you don't need to serve here, get out now!"
The waiter was not angry either, and smiled as Yin'er said,
"I'll get out of here now!"
When Yinreng looked at the man's condition, his teeth inexplicably felt itchy.
This inexplicable feeling of disgust came and went quickly, but he would never feel such emotions towards strangers for no reason. Yinreng thought to himself and memorized the appearance of the waiter just now in his heart.
The tavern's signature dishes tasted unexpectedly good, but the wine was just so-so and couldn't compare to the wine in the palace.
Yinreng and the other two ate and talked, and soon finalized the matter of the caravan.
Yinreng contributed 100,000 taels of silver, Yinzhen contributed 20,000 taels, and Yin'er only contributed 10,000 taels of silver as the starting capital for the caravan.
All matters concerning the caravan were managed by Yin'er, while the port dispatch was entrusted to Yinzhen.
The three of them each took 25% of the profits, and the remaining 25% was distributed among the caravan as an annual bonus.
Today's Yinreng is no longer the poor prince who couldn't even come up with ten thousand taels of silver.
One hundred thousand taels of silver was just a drop in the bucket for him.
Yinzhen failed to get his half, but Kangxi sent his half to Yuqing Palace without a cent less.
Of the more than three million taels of silver he obtained, Yinreng directly gave one third to Guwalgiya, asking her to help him build some property for himself.
Of the remaining money, part was piled up in the private treasury of Yuqing Palace and gathered dust, while part was used by him as a fund for building bridges and roads.
In recent years, the suburbs of Beijing have begun to show a prosperous trend, and more than 2,000 Manchu households in the inner city have moved out.
Half of these achievements should be attributed to Yinreng.
Yinreng also wanted to develop outside the capital, but Kangxi simply did not let him leave the capital.
Thinking of this, Yinreng couldn't help but drink two more glasses of wine and poured out his distress.
Yinzhen had just been cheated out of several million taels of silver by Kangxi, so naturally he had nothing good to say about him.
The two were in such a difficult situation that they almost hugged each other and cried.
Yinzhen, the only one among the three who was still clear-headed, listened to the two men calling him "dead old man" one after another, stood up silently, walked to the door, and drove the guards away.
When the three of them finished eating and drinking and came out of the private room, the tavern was already bustling with customers.
Yinreng was a little surprised—this tavern was doing pretty good business, and judging by their attire, they were all… they were all high-ranking officials and dignitaries…
Yinreng staggered a little, and when he hurriedly caught sight of a middle-aged man with a goatee, he stopped in his tracks.
Seeing this, Yinzhen reached out to pull Yinreng with doubt.
"Brother, let's go...what are you looking at?"
Yinreng's hands and feet were not very obedient, but his consciousness was extremely clear. At this moment, he was staring blankly at the thing in the goateed man's hand.
He finally remembered what that strange smell was.
——Longevity cream!
Also called opium.
And the thing in the goatee man's hand was a pipe.
Yin'er and Yinzhen's faces also flushed a little. Seeing Yinreng staring at something, they also looked over curiously.
Before the two of them could see clearly what Yinreng was staring at, Yinreng rushed towards the man.
Yinzhen tried to reach out and pull Yinreng but failed.
"Second...Brother, where are you going?!"
Yinzhen called out to Yinreng, but before he could finish his words, he saw his second brother rushing up to the man with the goatee and grabbing his collar.
Yinzhen: “?”
Yinzhen: “!”
"Are you on opium?!"
Yinreng's face flushed, and the words he asked made the people around him stunned for a moment.
"Opium" is actually not uncommon, but it is generally regarded as a medicinal substance. The Qing Dynasty did not explicitly ban it. Why is this person so nosy and just grabs someone's collar?
Goatbeard was startled by Yinreng, and after he realized what was happening, his expression darkened.
"Who are you? How dare you take my collar? You don't want to live anymore!"
As he spoke, he tried to break free, but the strength he exerted was no different from a tickle to Yinreng.
Yinreng increased the strength of his hands and asked sternly,
"Are you actually taking opium?!"
Goatbeard couldn't break free, so he turned around and called out to his followers,
"Are you all shit eaters? Come on... and help..."
However, the followers were also weaklings. Before they could get close to Yinreng, they were knocked to the ground by Dachun in two or three moves.
In just a dozen breaths, Goatbeard was already having difficulty breathing. Just as he was about to faint, Yinzhen stepped forward to stop Yinreng.
"Second brother! He's going to die!"
Yinreng turned his head to look at Yinzhen, and slowly let go of his goatee.
“Cough cough cough…”
The man with the goatee collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath frantically.
"You... who are you? How dare you! Make trouble here! Do you know... who I am?"
The man with goatee paused for a moment, then raised his head and stared at Yinreng hatefully.
At this time, people patrolling the commercial street also rushed over.
After squeezing through the crowd of onlookers, the leading team leader saw Yinzhen at a glance, and couldn't help but panic. He rushed to Yinzhen in a few steps.
"This servant greets Master Jiu!"
When the voice of "Jiu Ye" was uttered, the people watching the excitement were startled.
Ninth Master?
Is that the Ninth Master?
Everyone looked through the guards and saw Yinzhen, who was hiding behind with a flushed face, and then they gasped.
It really is that Jiu Ye.
This little mustache guy is guilty.
Yinzhen pinched his eyebrows and said with a headache,
"Let them all go!"
"yes."
The team leader nodded and agreed, then went to disperse the crowd according to Yin'er's instructions.
On the other side, Yinzhen was still trying to comfort Yinreng, who was full of anger.
"Second brother, what happened to you?"
"He's taking drugs! He needs to be arrested!"
Yinreng stared at the goateed man without blinking and said stubbornly.
"drug?"
Yinzhen was stunned, then cautiously tried to test it,
"Second brother, are you saying that opium is a poison?"
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