Qing Yao

Chapter 124 The gang has decided, teacher, you've been promoted!

It's perfectly understandable that lenders need proof of assets to release money.

The problem is that these days, asset certificates are uniformly issued by local government offices. For example, the fourth office of the tax department in Zhao An's previous workplace was specifically responsible for issuing property certificates.

Land certificates are issued by the household registration authority.

The tax office and the household registration office were responsible to the county magistrate.

In other words, as long as the county magistrate agrees, it's perfectly fine to produce a bunch of fake asset certificates.

Because both the Household Registration Office and the Tax Office were staffed by officials who were paid by the county magistrate.

Ignoring the county magistrate's orders is no different from ruining your own livelihood.

These days, asset certificates, like academic credentials, are not online. The only way to verify the authenticity of assets is through land deeds and house deeds issued by local government offices. There are no other means of verification.

Therefore, Zhao An naturally had to exploit the information gap and use every means to swipe the old man's credit card until it was maxed out.

If it weren't for the fact that his current position couldn't guarantee all his "legal income," nor could he explain the source of his legal income to his superiors, Zhao An would have taken advantage of not only the money shops of the Imperial Household Department, but also private commercial micro-loans.

Today we're teaming up to play in Jiangsu, tomorrow we're going to Jiangxi, and the day after tomorrow we're going to Guangdong.
If you keep rubbing it in, you might just ruin the old man's golden age.

When Zhao An mentioned the matter of getting an asset certificate for Teacher Lou to Lao Ding, the latter understood without Zhao An's explanation and muttered to himself, "If I register Xiaolinglong Mountain Villa under my own name, wouldn't I be able to get a loan of two million taels from the bank?"

Zhao An was speechless for a moment.

That Xiaolinglong Mountain Villa (Geyuan) is the largest and most luxurious garden in Yangzhou. The owners are the Ma brothers, famous salt merchants in the Lianghuai region. Because it is located in a prime location where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, and the decoration of the garden alone cost more than a million taels of silver, its market value starts at at least five million taels of silver.

It would be no problem to pawn it at a money shop for two million taels of silver.

The problem is, everyone in the industry knows such a famous place, so how did it suddenly change from someone surnamed Ma to someone surnamed Ding?

Besides, the salt merchant's power is far greater than that of you, the county magistrate.

Forget about thinking about it; at this stage, we can only talk about taking out small loans. We can only get financing once we have more status and strength.

Before leaving, fearing that Lao Ding might do something rash, he added, "Take it slow. If we owe you too much in the future, you can mortgage the Summer Palace if you want. It's more prestigious than the Little Exquisite Mountain Villa."

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Old Ding was momentarily stunned by what he heard, but fortunately he didn't think much of it and just assumed that the little bastard was trying to amuse him.

Old Ding, who had already gone into the water, was very efficient. He had Master Ji summon Ding Zhenglong, the tax commissioner, and Zhang, the head of the household affairs department. After a few simple words, the two officials, despite their doubts, had no choice but to follow the magistrate's instructions and produce a set of fake asset certificates.

The very next day, Master Ji resigned from his post. No matter how the magistrate tried to persuade him to stay, Master Ji was determined to leave. Helpless, the magistrate had no choice but to settle Master Ji's salary for the year and arrange for someone to prepare a carriage to take Master Ji to the dock to take a boat across the river back to his hometown.

By the time Zhao An learned of this, Master Ji had already crossed the Yangtze River, and Zhao An couldn't catch up with him.

After a sigh, he had to accept that the most important person in his life had left him.

The enrollment guidelines for students temporarily studying at the prefectural school have been sent to various prefectures and counties. Thanks to the cooperation of the prefectural government, this matter has been made quite a big deal, and many wealthy people living in Yangzhou have already gone to the school to enroll their good-for-nothing sons.

Following the principal's instructions, Ma Xuezheng and his colleagues symbolically arranged for the registered students to undergo an entrance assessment, only to discover that nine out of ten were poor students.

Those who are completely ignorant of arts and science!
However, this did not affect the school's feedback to parents regarding the exam results, which consistently showed a basic level of proficiency in both arts and sciences, with the expectation that with further instruction, students could excel in both. The children listened with great enthusiasm, and the parents were overjoyed.

The tuition fee for students with poor academic performance is relatively high, at 400 yuan per student. However, this high tuition fee did not dampen the parents' enthusiasm. On the contrary, it made them feel that it was worth the money and even a sense of pride.

As a result, in just three days, more than 100 students enrolled in the prefectural school, and the tuition fees amounted to a full 40,000 taels.

If this trend continues, wouldn't recruiting 400 students bring in over 100,000 taels of silver?

Zhao An was shocked, realizing he had been too conservative and had far underestimated the desire for and importance placed on education by the wealthy in the world's largest metropolis.

Ma Xuezheng and Tong Xundao, who were so excited they couldn't sleep, were even planning to demolish some buildings around the academy and expand the school on a large scale!

Zhao An thought the idea of ​​expanding the school was good. Firstly, it could separate good students from poor students, and secondly, it could expand the source of revenue.

It's a group-run school, with an experimental middle school and a senior high school under its jurisdiction.

After the school expands, can we take advantage of the opportunity to launch the concept of school district housing?
How can we fully realize the essence of the education industry?

How can we set an example for the Grand Secretary?

Zhao An felt he couldn't rush things and had to take it slow because he wasn't sure how long he would stay in Yangzhou. So he had to keep a low profile, otherwise what would he do later?

Sun Rui returned from transporting grain from Tongzhou. Hearing that Zhao An was looking for him, he sent someone to the prefectural school to deliver a message, telling Zhao An to come to the incense hall to find him.

After writing the letter to his two fellow villagers, Bao Dawei and Yang Xiaoshuan, Zhao An had Liu Xiaolou mail it. He then changed into plain clothes and hired a car to go to the location of the Green Gang's branch in Yangzhou.

The reason he changed into casual clothes was so that people wouldn't know that he, a professor at the prestigious academy, had become a member of a triad.

This was too embarrassing; even someone as thick-skinned as Zhao An still had his pride.

To everyone's surprise, as soon as they stepped into the incense hall, a group of gang members inside shouted at the top of their lungs, "Distinguished guests have arrived! Open the main hall!"

Immediately, the tightly closed door in the middle was opened, and looking inside, good heavens, there were probably more than a hundred Green Gang members of all kinds standing there.

Some looked refined and cultured, some had fierce faces, some were unruly, some were ruthless and vicious, and of course, some had kind and benevolent faces.

Sun Rui, the fourth son of Sun, was among them.

Zhao An's mentor, Zhang Baofa, the "uncle" who was also a severe vitiligo patient, stood up from his chair and stepped forward to greet Zhao An with a broad smile:

"Zhi'an, good news, good news! The Ministry of Revenue knows that you have been granted the title of Jinshi by the old master, so they specially reported to the old master of the Four Temples to exempt you and me from the six-year mutual visits between master and disciple, and to allow you to become a formal disciple of the Green Gang. Moreover, the old master of the Zhu Temples proposed to promote you, Zhi'an, to the position of Young Master of the Yangzhou Branch of our gang!"

The Green Gang operates on a master-apprentice system, and its internal management follows the same principle. However, there are no uniform titles for specific positions, so those in charge are generally referred to as "Uncle," "Young Master," "Little Boss," "Law General," etc.

These titles are actually based on seniority.

Zhao An, this "young master," was actually the second most important figure in the Yangzhou branch, second only to "Uncle" Zhang Baofa.

He is the "number two" among the tens of thousands of members of this gang.

Zhao An was a little confused; how did he become the young master?

(End of this chapter)