Ming Dynasty: My Father Zhang Juzheng

Chapter 85 Smashing

Time flies, and nearly a month has passed since the war broke out in the south.

Over the past month, there have been frequent reports of "good news" from Gyeongsang Province in Korea, and the number of Japanese pirates has been increasingly exaggerated.

There are hundreds of warships and tens of thousands of people.

The key point is that this was heard by some officials serving in the court. Tell me whether you believe it or not?

As the war progressed, the price of salt soared, and soon reached 46 wen per pound.

This price is completely in line with Zhang Yunxiu's expectations, so he is not going to wait any longer.

Just after noon that day, he rushed all the stewards to the hall.

He was sitting on the main seat, and the other stewards stood with their hands down, looking at this important person with respect. Facing everyone's gaze, Zhang Yunxiu said coldly without a trace of emotion: "Throw it away."

"Start selling at 45 wen per jin until the price drops below 10 wen."

"Yes, sir!" The stewards straightened up, clasped their fists and shouted in unison.

Afterwards, Zhang Yunxiu explained some specific details and waved his hand for everyone to go down and prepare.

Before leaving, Zhang Yunxiu smiled at everyone and said, "I hope you all will work harder. We will set up a banquet here and wait to celebrate for you."

"Thank you, sir."

Everyone bowed again and dispersed in an orderly manner.

Two days later at noon, in the streets of Haizhou City, vendors pushed carts filled with sacks and, under the protection of the Embroidered Uniform Guards, came to a crowded area and set up tables and platforms.

At this time, many people who came to watch the fun came over.

Someone with a quick mind bravely stepped forward and asked, "What are you selling?"

"Salt." The person in charge of selling frowned, opened the bag, revealing the snow-white salt inside, and said with a bitter face, "Look, what good salt! If our master was not really short of money, he would not sell all the salt now."

"What's the price?"

"Our master said that it's 45 cents per pound. If you buy a lot, the price can be lowered. I'll just give you a break."

The clerk rolled up his sleeves and shouted loudly, and the people watching the excitement around him suddenly became noisy. They thought that the salt would not be available for a while, so they rushed to buy it.

"Then give me ten kilograms first."

"Give me fifty pounds."

"Three hundred. Three hundred pounds."

Meanwhile, the same thing is happening again and again across North Korea.

No one noticed it at first, but later someone with a quick mind discovered something was wrong, and such a large amount of salt suddenly flooded into the market.

Even if there are more people who take over, it will still have a significant impact on the price of salt.

In just less than ten days, the price of salt fell from 46 wen per catty to 42 wen.

Among them, there are still many big players protecting the market, which prevented the salt market from completely collapsing.

At noon that day, the living room of Jin Fu's home was crowded with wealthy businessmen from Haizhou City, all of them with anxious looks on their faces.

Some people paced back and forth, some stroked their foreheads and sighed, and some looked sad.

Suddenly, a hearty laugh rang out at the entrance of the hall: "Hahaha everyone, everyone, I went to see an honorable person, which caused me to be a little late. Sorry, sorry, please forgive me."

Everyone turned their heads to look and saw that it was Jin Fu. "Boss Jin, you are finally here. Not only in Haizhou, but the price of salt in the whole of North Korea is falling. You are our backbone, you must quickly bring us a charter." Boss Wang stepped forward, grabbed Jin Fu's hand, and said excitedly.

The other merchants also looked anxious and said at once:

"Yes, Boss Jin is not only the richest man in Haizhou City, but also has connections in the court. Now all of us small fry are counting on you."

"Boss Jin, please be kind. I have children to take care of, and I invested all the money I could."

"As long as we can survive this disaster, I will never say no to anything Boss Jin asks me to do in the future."

"Everyone, don't worry." After hearing everyone's demands, Jin Fu lifted his robe and walked forward, sat down at the main seat, and then looked at everyone and said, "The noble above has already said that the war in the south will not end so quickly.

The price of salt will not go down anytime soon, it’s just that some people are in urgent need of money, which has caused the price of salt to fall a little.”

"What does Boss Jin mean?" Boss Wang asked cautiously.

"Let's tighten our belts, store all the salt in the warehouse, and stabilize the price of salt together." Jin Fu smiled and explained the reason in detail, "Don't worry, the price of salt will not fall too much."

"Let's raise the price of salt to fifty cents, and then we can sell it together."

Now, many people began to hesitate.

They are not as wealthy as Jin Fu, and they have very little money in their hands. If they encounter any emergency, they will have to sell their money at a loss.

Seeing this scene, Jin Fu raised his eyelids and said with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, the big shots of the Uijeongbu have already informed us, so we can't pay for it."

"Ah! It turns out that the person behind Boss Jin's chair is the big boss of the Uighur Government," someone exclaimed.

"Since the master has said so, let's follow Boss Jin and make a fortune."

Jin Fu stood up at once, his face flushed, and he patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, I would rather lose myself than let you old friends down!"

Everyone has said so, and they have the support of the people in the Council of Ministers.

Who among these little shrimps dares to refute?

After smiling and saying a few nice words, the wealthy businessmen who were invited to come left together.

In a moment, only Jin Fu and the housekeeper were left in the hall. The housekeeper Jin smiled flatteringly and said, "Master, if the price of salt can rise to fifty cents per catty, we will make a fortune."

"Swell up your grandma's legs!" Jin Fu's face flushed red and he slapped her hard.

Butler Jin yelled "Wow" and turned around twice on the spot.

Then, he covered his red cheeks and stood there pitifully, with two hot tears rolling in his eyes.

Is there anything that can't be said nicely?

Besides, what we said were nice things, and we shouldn’t hit someone who smiles at us.

After Jin Fu slapped him, his anger dissipated a lot, and he began to care about the housekeeper again: "Are you okay? Did I slap you too hard just now?"

Although his face was swollen, his master was concerned and Butler Jin had to smile: "It's not serious. It's all my fault for being so stupid. I made the master unhappy. I deserve to be beaten."

"Alas, I wasn't targeting you."

"What is it for, sir?"

"What else could it be? It's just the price of salt." Jin Fu shook his head with a wry smile, and the scene of meeting the big shot yesterday emerged in his mind.

(End of this chapter)