The 17th is all clever people

  Long Ke returned home with mixed feelings, his heart was excited but also felt unreal. He couldn't figure out why Ming Zhen would specifically mention him. Seeing the light still on in his father's study, he walked in.

  Tong Guowei was reading in the room when he saw Long Keduo enter with a bruised nose and disheveled clothes, his heart suddenly burning with anger. He hummed softly before teasingly saying: "What's this, even resorting to the 'bitter flesh trick'?"

  Long Keduo was at a loss for words for a moment, hearing his father's sarcasm, he hastily said: "It's not what Ama thought."

  "Hmph, what's that?" Tong Guo Wei was deeply disappointed in this son, his face expressionless as he said: "Don't think that Ama doesn't know about the things you've been doing outside, she just can't be bothered to care about you."

  Long Keduo also knew that his father didn't care about him and wouldn't make a distinction, so he directly told him everything that had happened tonight.

  Tong Guo Wei's face grew increasingly solemn as he listened, and after Long Ke Duo finished speaking, he said gravely: "Tell me again what happened after Hai Shan left, the more detailed the better."

  Long Keduo couldn't help but ask, "Ama, I have two things that I don't understand. Firstly, why did the fourteenth tell me these things? Secondly, how much of what he said can be believed?"

  Tong Guowei's face had softened, and after a long time, he said: "Yin Zhen has been living in the palace since his marriage, if the emperor didn't like him, he would have let him move out of the palace long ago. However, these words couldn't be something the emperor accidentally revealed, what he told you about three points is actually one point, not to curry favor with the princes, as a father, he has always supported Eighth Prince, letting you keep distance from home is just that meaning, Yin Zhen doesn't have malicious intentions towards you, reminding you is nothing more than making a good connection and setting up a hidden helper, you just follow his words, go to the account and withdraw one thousand two silver coins, don't show anything unusual, just be like usual, besides, this matter today will be kept in my belly."

  "Yes, I know what's proper." Long Keduo felt greatly encouraged in his heart. It seemed that his own spring was not far off.

  After Long Keduo left, Tong Guowei fell into deep thought. He had never paid much attention to this old fourteen before, but from what happened tonight, his means and mind were not inferior to Old Eight.

  The old fourteen would never have lost his composure and recklessly brought up Long Ke Duo, had he not grasped the emperor's thoughts? Not to mention Ah Ge, even he was included, what did it mean? Was it that the emperor didn't think highly of the crown prince, or that the emperor didn't think highly of all the princes? The great use in three to five years, did it mean there would be a great change within three to five years? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

  Entering September, Beijing became colder day by day.

  On September 2nd, Zheng Shichang took his youngest son Zheng Qingyuan and the sample silver ticket to enter the residence of Zhenbei Zi again.

  After the courtesy, Zheng Shichang introduced: "This is my son Zheng Qingyuan. He has been naughty since he was a child and insisted on coming to open his eyes. Let the 14th master see the joke."

  In his heart, it was clear that this was someone who wanted to join him and make a name for himself. He looked at Zheng Qingyuan and saw that he was quite handsome, with bright eyes and a lively spirit, and a sturdy build, far surpassing his father's. He nodded slightly and asked: "How old are you? Have you studied?"

  Zheng Qingyuan didn't wait for his father to speak and immediately knelt down, "Reporting to the 14th Master, I am 26 years old this year, and I passed the Imperial Examination as a Xiucai at the age of 22."

  He quite liked this burst of energy, and besides, Zheng Shichang was still pointing at him to work hard for himself, so he had to give him some face, and smiled: "Not bad, there's a burst of energy, come and be my personal guard."

  "Thank you, Master Fourteen." The father and son knelt down together to express their gratitude.

  "Get up." Yongzheng raised his hand and shouted outside: "Dachun."

  "I'm here."

  "Take him down and add him to Master's personal guard team. Train with the personal guard team."

  After the two withdrew, Yongzheng looked at Zheng Shichang and asked, "Has the date been set?"

  "Back to the 14th master, it is confirmed that the opening will be on September 9th, Chongyang Festival." He said, handing over the sample ticket with both hands, "This is the final confirmed sample ticket. I entrusted the 14th master Hongfu to get the watermark printed, which is why it took so long, just waiting for this watermark craftsman."

  "Good, with a watermark it's fine." Yinzhen was overjoyed, with the watermark, others would not be able to counterfeit or copy it in a short time. He took the sample ticket and shone a light on it, and found that there were two five-pointed star watermarks. He carefully felt and examined it, and was quite satisfied. Although he had not participated in the design of this ticket, he had given detailed instructions. The size was about twice as big as the later Red Sun, made of high-quality mulberry bark paper, thick and white, with a slightly rough texture. The pattern was intricate and beautiful, with text in Manchu, Chinese, and Mongolian. The large silver 100 taels was very eye-catching, and there were also secret numbers and serial numbers on the sides and bottom, with two seals already stamped on top.

  "One watermark is enough, printed in the blank space, convenient for verification." Yongzheng ordered casually: "The amount of silver tickets will be based on 10, 20, 50, 100, 200, 500, 1,000, 2,000, 5,000, and 10,000. The main ones are 10 and 100, and the thousands and tens of thousands are for backup use. All silver tickets must be stamped with my fingerprint to take effect."

  He paused for a moment, and then continued: "Also, before September 6th, print out two thousand one-tael silver notes and distribute them to various government offices, official residences, large shops, inns, stables, docks, and even the eunuchs who leave the palace should each get a share."

  Zheng Shichang was greatly puzzled and couldn't help but ask: "Are you just giving away these 2,000 taels of silver like that? Isn't it a waste?"

  "You can't put a wolf in a child's clothing, do I need to teach you this?" Yongzheng glared at him, "When exchanging silver for silver notes, those with insufficient purity will be charged an additional fee, while those with full purity will be charged 5% of the total. For 3 million silver notes, how much silver should you collect?"

  150,000 taels! Just the issuance of silver notes alone would bring in such a thick profit. Zheng Shichang's eyes widened with excitement, and it wasn't until he left Prince Yun's residence that he remembered what Yun Chen had said: "All silver notes must be stamped with my fingerprint to take effect."

  What does this mean? He just counted the number of stamps and clearly knew how much profit 'Four Great Constants' had, speechless, is there still such a shameless person in the world? Fortunately, he said with a big mouth that 'Four Great Constants' business, he didn't intervene, nor did he calm down, did he need to intervene? Did he need to calm down? I and 'Four Great Constants' are now one long worker.

  Suddenly, Zheng Shichang thought of a loophole: how would the recovered silver notes be supervised?

  Semicolons are all over the country, and if there is no effective supervision, the silver tickets will come in and out, and the profits will only benefit the owners of various semicolons. Thinking of this huge loophole, Zheng Shichang turned around and returned to Beizi Mansion.

  How to supervise the recovered silver tickets? Yong Zheng also heard a dull sound, he really didn't think of this problem. To know that issuing silver tickets and will tickets mainly rely on handling fees, if reused, what's the benefit? This is a new problem, he had no good solution for the time being. So he kicked the ball back again, "Manager Zheng, you're asking me about these things too? Are you not just a manager who shirks responsibility?"