He Youyou wants to be a father again.
But she had to hold back.
There are two princes in this room. If either of them is angered, she will be in deep trouble.
King Qi Zhao Changyi was surprised to see her suddenly fall silent.
"Mrs. Han, what do you think of my idea?"
She didn't think so.
I'm really conflicted.
Seeing how eager the King of Qi was to get things done, she was afraid of dampening his spirits and making him unhappy.
Zhao Changqing had known her for a longer time and understood her better.
When it comes to making money, He Youyou is just as interested as her seventh brother.
If she remained silent in the face of such a lucrative project, then it means... the project wasn't worth it.
He looked at his seventh brother with sympathy.
King Qi, Zhao Changyi, remained smug, completely unaware that in the eyes of others, he was already a green leek to be harvested.
He Youyou did her best to resist the urge to lecture.
She forced a smile: "It's fine."
Zhao Changqing had seen He Youyou really want to do something before, like when she was arranging to open a military market.
That's what it looks like when "every single hair on your head wants to run wildly."
Instead of this perfunctory attitude.
Zhao Changyi was clearly blinded by fanaticism.
He stood up again and moved closer to Zhao Changqing.
He asked with a grin, "Brother, my dear fourth brother, look, this is such a lucrative business opportunity, it would be a shame not to make more money. Could you lend me some money? I'll share the profits with you when I make some."
How much do you want to borrow?
"Can you lend me 100,000 or 200,000?"
Zhao Changqing remained calm: "I've only just been enfeoffed as a king, and I haven't even been receiving my salary for a year. Where would I get the money to lend you?"
According to the laws and regulations, the salary of a prince was stipulated as follows: 10,000 taels of silver and 5,000 shi of rice per year.
Each prince's annual salary was only ten thousand taels of silver.
Tens of thousands or eighties are not a small amount.
Prince Qi was displeased: "Fourth brother, don't try to hide it from me. I know that when you were first conferred your title, the Emperor allocated 200,000 taels of silver from his private treasury to you, just to show that you had been away from the capital for a long time and had just returned to court without any foundation in the capital."
Zhao Changqing narrowed his eyes: "Since you are so well-informed, how come you didn't find out that I was grateful for His Majesty's hardship and declined 100,000 taels of silver on the spot during this year of famine?"
King Qi chuckled: "Brother, you declined the 100,000 taels on the spot, so you still have 100,000 taels left, right? Just lend me 80,000 taels from that. I'll definitely pay you back when I make some money."
Zhao Changqing had already realized that He Youyou didn't think much of the matter and didn't want to lend it.
“I just returned to the capital to build my residence, and the expenses were high. I was thinking of using the remaining money to buy things and renovate the courtyard.”
"Brother, do you think I don't know? Your imperial brother dotes on you, and has fully furnished and renovated your palace. Why would you need to invest any more money to renovate it yourself?"
Zhao Changqing was speechless.
This guy is not easy to deal with.
"Well... I haven't even married yet, so I need to save some money for the betrothal gifts, right? If I, a prince, only have ten or twenty thousand taels of silver for the betrothal gifts, that's so meager. Which family would want me?"
"There's no rush. You haven't even started the selection process for a concubine yet. The royal selection process is complicated, and your brother estimates that you won't have time to marry by next year. Why don't we make a big profit from him next year and then marry him in style the year after? Wouldn't that be better?"
Zhao Changqing: Beautiful...
He was determined not to lend the money, no matter how much Zhao Changyi begged.
Zhao Changyi had no choice.
This older brother was not in the palace from a young age, and they were not very close.
He was too embarrassed to shamelessly cling to Zhao Changqing.
During the meal, He Youyou unusually kept her mouth shut and didn't say much.
After finishing our meal, we toured the restaurant from top to bottom.
Learn a little about the restaurant's profit model and marketing methods.
On the way back, Zhao Changqing couldn't help but ask her, "Youyou doesn't think much of buying Qingmiao?"
He Youyou's gaze was calm: "Your Highness, to be honest, I am the originator of buying seedlings. I even coined the term 'buying seedlings' myself."
Zhao Changqing: "..."
"I dared to buy because I was certain that grain prices would rise due to the disaster in the north this year. However, with grain prices so hot this year, it is expected that a large number of grain farmers and grain merchants will enter the market next year. I am not optimistic about King Qi's attempt to get a share of the pie."
Doing business is not about luck.
It is a discipline that requires scientific methods.
This is why we have economics, finance, marketing, accounting, investment, and so on...
Even in this era of great opportunity, there is no shortage of smart people who know how to make money.
"Your Highness, in Jizhou, there was a man who saw people urinating and defecating in the streets, so he submitted a petition to the prefect. He was willing to fund the construction of several public toilets in the city, pay a few hundred coins in taxes to the government every month, hire people to clean them himself, and not require government management."
Zhao Changqing asked in surprise, "He's investing money and paying taxes, what's his motive?"
"This year, the prefect of Jizhou vigorously encouraged land reclamation. With more land reclaimed, there was not enough manure for farmers. This man built these public toilets and made money by selling manure to farmers every day. In just over half a year, he actually accumulated a considerable amount of wealth."
This matter was brought up to her by Xie Zhihong, the prefect of Jizhou.
At that time, this man made his fortune by selling manure, which aroused the envy of local thugs and ruffians, and they even took the matter to the government court.
Xie Zhihong told her this as an amusing anecdote, but he never expected that He Youyou would take it to heart.
Every era has its business geniuses.
This person is Cheng Tingrui.
However, King Zhao Changyi of Qi was clearly not one of them.
"Your Highness, the reason I'm telling you this example is to say that the best way to make money is to make money that others can't see. If you only start making money after you've seen others doing it, it's often too late."
"So do you think that Seventh Prince will lose money this time?"
"I can't say for sure. I wouldn't dare say we'll definitely lose money, but there's a 90% chance."
"In that case, do you think I should offer some advice?"
“Even if you try to persuade him, he might not listen. He might even blame you for blocking his path to wealth. King Qi is still young. If I were his father, I would rather just let go and teach him a lesson.”
"Youyou, what you're saying... is presumptuous."
"oh."
He Youyou didn't say much, just sat quietly in the carriage with her arms crossed.
Zhao Changqing was a little flustered.
Is she angry?
"Youyou, I..."
He didn't mean anything by it.
He Youyou suddenly moved, reached into her sleeve, and took out paper and pen.
"Your Highness, could you please write me a letter?"
"to whom?"
"Minzhi."
Zhao Changqing: ...
The retail investors have already entered the game, and He Youyou thinks she can try a reverse strategy next year.
"Tell Minzhi in your letter to help find out which grain merchants are planning to buy seedlings next year, keep an eye on their transactions, and it would be best to know their transaction prices. Maybe we can make a profit in the fall."
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