With the opening of hundreds of grain stores, people in Beijing stopped buying grain.
Apart from a few people who are blinded by greed and are still frantically hoarding food, everyone else is watching and waiting.
Heshen, on the other hand, organized grain merchants from all over Jiangnan to raise money and prepare to buy up all the grain.
Li Chang'an was very cooperative with them.
When they've sold out almost every day, they put up a "sold out" sign.
Then sell it the next day.
They also became familiar with Heshen's side, and always bought according to this pattern.
Some people have even developed a routine for it.
Buy today, take a day off tomorrow, and then go buy again the day after tomorrow.
The main focus is on a humane work environment.
At this moment, the seller and the buyer formed a strange and unspoken understanding.
It was as if the two sides were not life-or-death competitors, but rather longtime friends, exchanging pleasantries back and forth.
Yang Wenguang and his colleagues were overjoyed every day as they looked at the shop's account books.
A group of military officers sat in the main hall of the Marquis's residence, waiting for Li Chang'an to come and hold a meeting.
Joy radiated from everyone's face; the smiles on their lips were impossible to suppress.
"Oh my, isn't this General Pan Feng? Why is he wearing a gold chain today?"
"Old Xing, how dare you say that to me? That gold thumb ring of yours must weigh quite a bit."
"Ha ha ha ha"
General Pan Feng and General Xing Daorong of Lingling pointed at each other's gold jewelry and laughed.
"The two generals have made a fortune! I'm so envious!"
Meanwhile, Old Master Wang, one of the seven generals of the navy, inadvertently revealed the gold bracelet on his wrist: "Oh dear, it's a bit hot, and these sleeves are a bit long. I always have to pull them up, otherwise it's hard to carry things."
Yang Wenguang looked at his subordinates, covered his forehead, and felt he could hardly bear to look at them.
"A bunch of bastards, they've already forgotten who they are before the money has even been paid."
Yue Wumu looked at the golden crown on his head and was somewhat speechless.
How dare you say that about others? I seem to remember you using iron before, how come you're using gold now?
He was about to say something when Xin Qiji stopped him.
"Forget it, everyone's been poor for so many years, and they've finally made a little money, so let them show off a bit."
“It’s normal for poor people who suddenly become rich to do these things.”
Upon hearing this, Yue Wumu did not say anything more.
Indeed, these poor military officers had no background or power in the capital.
He held only a position with no real power, and his family lived a meager existence on that meager salary.
It's normal to feel a bit overconfident after suddenly receiving so much money these past two days.
Even though the money hasn't arrived in their accounts, they can still check their own shop's ledgers.
Yue Wumu still remembers which of his shops opened for business on the first day.
As a fourth-rank military officer, he sat in front of the counter collecting silver, counting every single coin and every single penny again and again.
I was afraid of receiving the wrong item.
When he closed the shop at night, he immediately started looking through the ledgers.
He counted the silver in the vault over and over again.
I checked it over and over again.
They also divided the money properly, separating silver from copper coins.
In the end, it was calculated that 1,000 dan of coarse grains and 500 dan of rice were sold today, plus other items.
The total amount was over 50,000 taels of silver.
This was even after the grain was sold out; otherwise, we could have made even more money.
When Yue Wumu calculated his income, he was so excited that he trembled all over.
My God, this is much faster than robbing someone on the street.
At 50,000 taels a day, that's 1.5 million taels a month.
That's 18 million taels a year.
Ten years is 180 million taels.
One hundred years...
Bah, I won't even live to be a hundred years old, why think so much?
Anyway, Yue Wumu fell asleep in the shop that day, holding the account book.
He spent the whole night thinking about how much money he would get.
Even if the profit is split 30/70, and half of it is deducted for cost, it would still be more than 25,000 taels.
Twenty-five thousand taels, if I take thirty percent, that's seven or eight thousand taels of silver.
A single shop can earn seven or eight thousand taels a day.
He opened three stores in total, which amounted to more than 20,000 taels of silver.
That's 600,000 taels a month.
That's over seven million taels a year.
Ten years, more than 70 million taels of silver.
One hundred years...
Pshaw, why think so much?
While constantly calculating accounts, Yue Wumu stayed up until dawn to start work, without falling asleep.
It wasn't until the last few days that he calmed down and was able to fall asleep before dawn.
Otherwise, he felt that he might die not on the battlefield, but on the ledger.
Thinking about this, Yue Wumu felt a little regretful. He should have opened more shops, even if he had to borrow money, he should have opened two more.
Just as he was lost in thought, Li Chang'an led Zhao Hu in, carrying several boxes.
The military officers present, upon seeing the silver, all stood up, cupped their hands in greeting, and said, "Greetings, Lord Marquis! Long live the Lord Marquis!"
This time, no one felt there was anything wrong with their shouting.
It would be such a pity if the Marquis didn't become the Emperor.
Li Chang'an walked to the main seat and sat down.
"I'm sure you all know why I called you here."
The generals all shook their heads, but the smiles on their lips and the way they stared intently at the box betrayed them.
Looking at their expressions, Li Chang'an laughed and said, "Alright, stop pretending to be reserved. You're not virgins anymore, so what are you pretending for?"
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