Chapter 241 If you don’t want anything serious to happen, then pay the money
Sang Zhixia smiled and shook her head: "Of course not only that."
She took out the detailed plan she had written down in advance, placed it next to Chen Nianhe's hand and said, "General, your only worry is where to get the rice and grain. Right now, there is not a single grain on hand."
"But these are not a problem. The Xu family can help you buy them."
"As long as the general agrees, I can ensure that 100,000 kilograms of grain will be delivered to the northwest within 20 days, and this is only the first batch."
A hint of surprise flashed in Chen Nianhe's eyes.
Sang Zhixia smiled slightly. "Of course, within these twenty days, some of the rice can be boiled into porridge to temporarily prevent people from starving to death, so that the delay in travel won't cause any greater chaos."
"What do you think, General?"
Sang Zhixia only took out two thin pieces of paper, but on the paper were written in detail how long it would take to deliver, how much rice and grain would be available, and how much more would be available.
A light piece of paper with a huge number written in black and white represents the hope of saving countless lives.
Chen Nianhe read through the entire article in one glance, his eyes growing increasingly serious as he looked at Sang Zhixia hesitantly: "Is all of the above true?"
"Do you really have a solution within these twenty days?"
"have."
Seeing that Chen Nianhe was already tempted, Sang Zhixia no longer concealed her feelings and said frankly, "I have about 40,000 available troops on hand, and I can transfer 10,000 to help the general's Northwest Camp tide over the difficulties."
Chen Nianhe said without hesitation: "Ten thousand is not enough, at least twenty thousand starting from the 20th."
"I can't give more."
Sang Zhixia ignored the displeasure on Chen Nianhe's face and said calmly, "It's not just the General's Northwest Camp that's facing hardship right now, but also the three cities and six counties in the northwest. Some of them have been given to the General, so what about the rest? Are we going to let all these people die?"
"General, the Northwest Camp must not be in chaos, and of course there must be no chaos elsewhere."
If the desperate people were really forced into a desperate situation, it is true that the Northwest Camp has hundreds of thousands of soldiers, but the number of people who would go crazy because they could not survive would be more than hundreds of thousands.
Chen Nianhe stopped talking when he thought of this, his brows and eyes gloomy.
Sang Zhixia was too lazy to learn. He tapped his index finger on the table and said slowly, "Ten thousand kilograms of rice is certainly not enough for the hundreds of thousands of troops under the general's command, but if we boil it into rice porridge and distribute it daily, it will be enough to temporarily reassure the starving soldiers and keep them alive."
This number was not something Sang Zhixia said casually.
She had discussed this in detail with the old man before coming and also asked about the approximate rice consumption in the army.
This number is enough.
It’s just that you’re not full, not that you can’t eat.
At this critical moment of life and death, a bowl of thin porridge with visible bottom can save lives, and any more will not do.
Chen Nianhe pondered for a moment and said sarcastically, "So you still have 30,000 left. Are you planning to sell it at a high price and make a fortune?"
Facing his obvious mockery, Sang Zhixia smiled nonchalantly: "General, you are right. I am planning to make a fortune, but this fortune will not come from other people's heads."
"Isn't the God of Wealth, who can help me make more money, right in front of me right now?"
Chen Nianhe: “…”
Sang Zhixia had no intention of playing dirty tricks with Chen Nianhe from the beginning. She spoke frankly and openly, "General, buying food costs money."
"The price I'm going to offer you is ten thousand. Considering the fact that the general has done business with the Xu family before, I can give you a lower price. I won't be calculating based on the current price of grain in the northwest, which has increased dozens of times. But for the grain shipped from other places, this price wouldn't be appropriate, right?"
Not to mention how much effort and money Xu Yu and Xu Minghui spent on purchasing and transporting the goods, just looking at the taunt that Chen Nianhe just made towards him, Sang Zhixia felt that this man was worth it.
Well worth it.
Chennianhe deserves an unprecedented high price.
Anyway, this person has a lot of wealth and gold and jade piled up like mountains, so I don't think he will care about such trivial matters.
Sang Zhixia was sharpening his knife, and he did it in front of Chen Nianhe, openly and honestly.
Chen Nianhe was so angry he couldn't find a place to vent his anger. He took deep breaths repeatedly to suppress the urge to overturn the table. His face darkened as he gritted his teeth and asked, "How much do you want to earn?"
Sang Zhixia decisively took out another piece of paper with the price clearly stated and the profit clearly visible.
"I won't hide it from you, General. This grain was purchased from the south by Xu Yu and Xu Minghui. This was the price they paid when they bought it. Add to that the cost of transporting it along the way, as well as the manpower and material resources, and by the time it reached the northwest, the cost alone was this much."
Sang Zhixia pointed to a number on the paper and nodded. Chen Nianhe closed his eyes and said, "Ten thousand catties. I'll give you an extra two hundred taels."
"no."
Sang Zhixia refused decisively: "Two hundred taels isn't enough for me to make chicken soup for Xu Yu to nourish him. How can this little bit be enough?"
Chen Nianhe gritted his teeth and said, "Three hundred."
“Too little.”
Chen Nianhe could no longer bear it: "The amount of grain we have to buy is already a lot, and the amount that has been delivered and needs to be distributed is even more overwhelming. Little girl, you think I am really rich, right?"
This money should have been paid by the court.
But now the court has set up a tight net, waiting for Chen Nianhe to seek death. If Chen Nianhe doesn't want to fall into this trap, he must think of a comprehensive plan himself.
But this requires more than just a small amount?
How much wealth does he have to withstand such bullying?
Chen Nianhe was getting anxious, but Sang Zhixia was still as calm as before.
Sang Zhixia smiled and raised one hand, saying firmly, "Ten thousand catties plus five hundred taels. I'd be embarrassed to ask for more. The general can agree to this amount, right?"
Chen Nianhe was so angry that his breathing became rapid: "Too much!"
"Even those who raise the price don't shout like that!"
"Five hundred taels is not much."
Sang Zhixia's smile faded slightly as she spoke to herself, "Let's not even talk about the current price of grain in the northwest. The risk involved in transporting the grain here alone is more than five hundred."
"General, this price is really good. Would you like to consider it again?"
After all, apart from the Xu family, no one can lend a helping hand to Chen Nianhe at the moment.
If you want to save your life and your future, then spend money to do it.
Sang Zhixia didn't elaborate further, but the meaning was already on the table: the price of more than 10,000 catties and 500 taels was not expensive at all to buy the life of a great general like Chen Nianhe, as well as the prestige, reputation and status of the Chen family in Kyoto.
Chen Nianhe never thought that one day he would be controlled to this extent by a little girl.
But he really had no way out!
If you don't want to make a big mistake, then pay the money.
They make money honestly, and there is no chance to pursue charges of abusing their power to oppress others afterwards.
He has to suffer this loss.
It has to be taken as a magic pill.
Chen Nianhe stood up and turned around a few times like a trapped beast, then gritted his teeth and said under Sang Zhixia's expectant gaze, "Okay!"
"The General agrees!"
Sang Zhixia readily took out another piece of drafted contract paper, spread it out and said, "Words are not enough. General, please sign a contract with me."
Chen Nianhe looked at the contract written clearly on the table, which was obviously well prepared, and closed his eyes helplessly.
Failed.
This time I’m really in trouble!
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