Seeing Chen Yi leaving to gather people, Fang Zhengyi said to Li Yuanzhao: "Your Highness, I have a great job here, do you want to go?"
When Li Yuanzhao heard that something great was about to happen to him, he immediately became interested: "What is it?"
"Xie Xian, please go out for a moment. I want to talk to His Highness alone."
Xie Xian nodded, then walked out of the house and closed the door gently.
Fang Zheng said, "When I went to interrogate Zhang this morning, he said that there were three silver vaults in his home, and he told me the location of one of them."
"I think if what he said is true, the silver is probably no less than one million. Your Highness, do you want to personally lead someone to investigate?"
After saying that, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it over. On it was the location of the silver vault that Zhang Shi had told him about.
The location of the hidden silver is quite secret; it is under the cellar of a restaurant owned by the Zhang family.
If he keeps his mouth shut and refuses to confess, I don't know how much manpower and time will be spent to find this location.
"Oh?" Li Yuanzhao jumped up from his chair and said excitedly, "One million! I have only heard of it but never seen it. I must go and take a look at this one million taels of silver."
"Lao Fang, aren't you going?"
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "I will not go. I will talk to the new reporter first. Later, I will arrange for the newspaper to recruit Jinyiwei from the public."
"Now I am a general without any troops, and I have no one to use."
"What about the other two? Why don't you have any idea about Zhang Shi? Now that your father has handed him over to you, how do you plan to deal with him?" Li Yuanzhao asked.
Fang Zheng thought for a moment and said, "He will confess later. The court ruled that Zhang Shi's three clans should be exterminated, but I think such a heavy punishment is a bit too simple."
"After he told me the location of the silver vault, he also had a detailed discussion with me, from his ancestors to his generation. It is indeed considered an outstanding contribution to our Dajing."
"I have discussed this with the King of Wu. Zhang Shi is just greedy for money and has no intention of rebelling. I wonder how Your Highness would make the decision?"
Li Yuanzhao said carelessly: "What else can we do? I think what you said makes some sense. Then we can just execute the main culprit and send his family members to the frontier as exiles."
Fang Zhengyi smiled and said, "Your Highness is merciful. Why don't we wait until Your Highness has seized the silver and then go and tell His Majesty tomorrow? This matter will ultimately require His Majesty's judgment."
"No problem!" Li Yuanzhao waved his hand.
Fang Zhengyi said, "Your Majesty will ask questions from the cabinet sometimes. Let's go when there are many people."
Li Yuanzhao wondered, "Why do you have to choose a time when there are many people?"
Why else? Of course it is to show off one's noble character and improve one's reputation when important officials are present, so that everyone can work with peace of mind.
“It’s easier to discuss with more people, but with fewer people, ideas are bound to be missed.”
Li Yuanzhao nodded: "Okay, let's go together tomorrow. I'll find someone to collect the dirty silver first!"
After saying that, he walked out excitedly, but Fang Zhengyi hurriedly stopped him.
"Your Highness, remember to find some reliable people. There must be a lot of people who need to record and move the silver vault. Don't use the people in Banshanfang. Ask people in the palace to help you move it."
"Don't worry, I'm just going back to the palace. I have to be cautious with so much money."
......
As it got darker, the reporters who were out or studying in the library had gathered in the "office area".
At this time, all the oil lamps on the wall have been lit.
In order to allow the reporters to work overtime with peace of mind, Fang Zhengyi and the prince worked together to create the best overtime environment in the world.
The room was filled with oil lamps, making the entire "office area" exceptionally bright.
Many people passing by downstairs looked sideways, it was rare to see the house so bright at night.
At this time, the room was crowded with people, and everyone had a serious expression.
In front of everyone stood Fang Zhengyi, a tall figure, with the "podium" under his feet made up of three long tables.
Seeing Shen Yi constantly waving to him in the crowd, Fang Zheng knew that everyone was here, so he cleared his throat and waved, “Hello, everyone!”
"Hello, Mr. Fang!" A group of reporters responded in unison, and many people's emotions showed some subtle changes.
Fang Zhengyi is quite famous in the newspaper office, apart from the prince, he is the only one who is famous.
For many new reporters, meeting Fang Zhengyi is an exciting event.
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "I have been away for a long time and just returned to Beijing. I have nothing important to worry about today. I just want to have a brief chat with you and get to know you."
"I heard that many people outside the newspaper office have started to complain about the long overtime work, low monthly salary, and expensive food. Is this true?"
The audience looked at each other in bewilderment. It was true, but who dared to speak up first? Everyone just complained in private.
Fang Zheng pointed casually, "You, tell me if this is true? Speak boldly. Today, in addition to getting to know you, the second point is to help you solve your problem."
A thin reporter stood up and whispered, "Your Excellency, I don't know."
Fang Zheng waved his hand to signal that there was no need to say more. He looked around with his hand and pointed at another person who looked much taller. "Tell me, is this true? Don't be afraid. We must make sure to explain the problem clearly today!"
The tall reporter immediately shouted, "Your Excellency! Yes!"
Xie Xian, who was hiding in the crowd, took a cold look and wrote down a name...
Fang Zheng nodded: "Okay, then it is true. I know now."
After that, he shook his head regretfully: "I didn't expect the newspaper to expand so much and gather so many people. I think most of you are here for the newspaper's library."
"In theory, one tael of silver per month for each new reporter is not a small amount. Ordinary craftsmen in the outside world can't earn that much even if they work hard. But why is it that we reporters don't have enough to spend?"
Since someone had already spoken up, someone immediately retorted: "Master Fang, we are scholars! And we are reporters walking the streets. Now the people are all learning to steal. If we don't give him some money, he won't tell us anything."
"So this little bit of silver is really not enough to spend, and we have to work overtime until midnight every day, and we don't have time to review our lessons..."
"Yes, Master Fang, now we newcomers can't even get a dormitory! If we are lucky, we can get a middle bunk at most."
"It's often hard to get a table at the library, pens and ink aren't provided in a timely manner, and there are many books missing."
"And the cafeteria is ridiculously expensive! Lord Fang, we clearly bought chicken soup, but Ruyun wouldn't let us eat the chicken!"
Fang Zhengyi rolled his eyes secretly and said, "You just bought some chicken soup, and the canteen manager will still let you eat it?"
I saw the reporters start to discuss frantically, criticizing the newspaper one by one.
Fang Zheng pressed his hands down and said loudly, "Everyone, be quiet! Everyone, be quiet. I will explain it to you slowly. I must give you a satisfactory answer today."
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