I saw a group of people, guarded by a team of armor soldiers, walking into Xianyang Tower.

At the head of the pack was a middle-aged man in a phase robe, with long hair and the majesty of a superior person, whose eyes were as sharp as goshawks.

He is none other than Prime Minister Sima Yi.

"Meet the Prime Minister!" all the merchants saluted the Prime Minister.

A smile appeared on the corner of Sima Yi's mouth, and he waved his hand: "You don't need to be polite!"

"Prime Minister Xie!" the merchants stood up.

Sima Yi walked to the rostrum, glanced around at the merchants, saw their nervous looks, and said, "Relax and don't need to be nervous." Today, Benxiang is here to preside over the auction, to do business with the owners and make a lot of money together, not to fight!"

He knew that the status of Shinong businessmen and businessmen was relatively low, and it was inevitable to be nervous when he saw a prime minister who was above 10,000 people under one person.

The businessmen relaxed a little when they heard the prime minister's witty words.

At the same time, they also knew that the Qin royal court attached great importance to the auction, and actually sent the prime minister to preside over it in person.

Sima Yi continued:

"Then let's get to the point, and let's talk about the rules of the auction.

The paper produced by the Great Qin Paper Mill is divided into 20 state-level monopolies according to the 21 countries currently existing in the east corner of the Shenhuang Dynasty, except for the Qin State.

Depending on the size and population of each country, the starting price of each country's monopoly rights is also different.

If anyone gets the monopoly of which country, the paper market of that country will be up to whomever has the final say.

This is a big deal, after this village will not have this store, I hope everyone will bid enthusiastically.

This prime minister first took out the state-level monopoly right of the state of Chu and auctioned it, with a starting price of 500,000 taels of silver, and each price increase should not be less than 20,000 taels of silver, and now the auction will begin. ”

In fact, Sima Yi does not need to publicize too much about the monopoly of paper, because since the edict was issued, he has already sent people to publicize it many times.

The businessmen also know very well.

The prime minister's words fell, and someone immediately made a bid: "500,000 taels of silver!"

"Five hundred and fifty thousand taels of silver!"

"Hmph! 550,000 taels also want to win the monopoly of Chu State, and if you want to be beautiful, the owner will bid 800,000 taels!"

After someone raised the price by 250,000 taels at one time, the scene fell silent.

Sima Yi said: "Is there any higher 800,000?"

"Eight hundred and twenty thousand!"

When his words fell, someone immediately followed.

"The monopoly of the Chu State, the owner is going to be decided, none of you should rob me!" The man who had just offered 800,000 yuan said loudly: "1 million taels!"

As soon as these words came out, the scene was silent.

1 million taels is definitely a sky-high price.

Sure enough, no one followed the price anymore.

Sima Yi said: "One million taels for the first time, the second time, the third time, the deal!"

He made the final decision, and the monopoly of the paper in Chu was auctioned off by the big businessmen of Chu at a high price of one million.

At this moment, Sima Yi couldn't help but admire His Majesty's wisdom and admiration.

Originally, he was still a little worried about this monopoly auction, afraid that the price would be too high and no one would bid, but with the monopoly of Chu State being auctioned off for 1 million taels of silver, he was relieved.

The great businessmen of the Chu State stood up, arched his hand to the merchants, and said with a smile: "Thank you for giving up the monopoly of the Chu State!"

"He is the number one wealthy clan in the Chu State, Zhou Donglin, the elder of the Zhou clan!" someone recognized this person and exclaimed.

Sima Yi glanced at everyone and said, "Quiet, let's conduct the Wei State monopoly auction next, the starting price is the same 500,000 taels of silver, and the price increase shall not be less than 20,000 yuan each time, you can bid!"

"Six hundred thousand taels!"

"700,000 taels!"

"Seven hundred and fifty thousand taels!"

"Seven hundred and eighty thousand taels!"

......

"One hundred and fifty thousand taels!"

Seeing that no one had raised the price, Sima Yi suppressed the excitement in his heart and said, "1.05 million taels for the first, second, and third time, the deal!"

......

The auction conference of Daqin paper national monopoly rights is in full swing......

Two hours later, the auction ended without a hitch.

Twenty big businessmen from all over the world signed a contract with Daqin Paper Mill and paid the royalties for the exclusive right.

There are many terms in the contract, including the major national monopolies each month, how much paper needs to be imported, what the price of the paper is, and so on.

Of course, the price of paper wholesale to national monopolies must be lower than 100 yuan/sheet, and the profits should be left to monopoly.

Sima Yi calculated that twenty national-level paper auction rights won a total of 14 million taels of silver.

Add more than two million taels, which is equivalent to a year's fiscal and tax revenue of Daqin.

It's a sky-high deal!

With this money replenished into the treasury, many things can be done.

The widening of major official roads, the repair of post stations, the opening of ditches, the opening of government schools, and the construction of Daqin Qianzhuang in Daqin can all be accelerated.

Sima Yi looked at the carts of silver, escorted to the treasury by the garrison, a smile appeared on his face, and he couldn't help muttering: "Your Majesty is really a god who turns stones into gold!"

The papermaking technology he gave was sold for 14 million taels of monopoly rights alone, and there was a lot of income from paper sales in the future!

......

More than ten days later, in the morning, outside the east gate of Xianyang City.

A large number of garrisons were erected on both sides of the streets to maintain order, and the Manchu civil and military officials, led by the prime minister, waited outside the city gates for His Majesty's return.

Yes, today, Yingzheng, the king of Great Qin, will return to the dynasty.

The King of Qin drove his own expedition to eliminate the Dog Rong Kingdom and merge it into Great Qin, becoming the Dog Rong County, and forever eliminating the troubles in the west, which was a great joy for the entire Qin State.

It is extremely necessary for hundreds of officials to go out of the city to welcome His Majesty's return, and to hold the scenery of the triumphal ceremony.

Rumble!

At that moment, a deafening roar sounded, and the ground trembled slightly, as if an earthquake had occurred.

Everyone looked in the direction where the sound came, and saw billowing smoke and dust in the sky, and an army of cavalry was coming towards Xianyang.

In the cavalry army, the banner with the word "Qin" is particularly conspicuous when hunting in the wind.

Seeing this, Sima Yi's face was full of excitement, and he said loudly: "His Majesty King Qin is back, play ceremonial music!"

Woo!

Woo!

Woo!

Suddenly, the solemn and majestic sound of the ceremonial horn and the ritual music chapters were intertwined, resounding through the world and making people feel awe-inspired.

Wearing gold armor, wearing a scarlet cloak, and carrying the sword of Emperor Xuanyuan at his waist, King Yingzheng of Qin rode on the white jade unicorn horse of the king carved like a peerless jade, and the emperor's majesty was fully displayed, as if he was a god.

Whew!

The civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, all the soldiers and people who greeted His Majesty's triumph all knelt on the ground and shouted: "Greeting Your Majesty's triumphant Xianyang, long live long live!!

They all shouted from the bottom of their hearts!

Ying Zheng is a great king in the hearts of the old Qin people!

The voices of tens of thousands of people gathered together, shaking the earth and making people's blood boil!

Ying Zheng, who was riding on a white jade unicorn horse, although he had long been accustomed to this kind of scene, every time he saw the courtiers and the people kneeling on the ground and shouting long live, he still had a sense of pride and excitement.

Ying Zheng raised his hand and said, "It's all flat!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" everyone said in unison.