Jiang is the tenth thousandth immeasurable alley opened by Ping's money village, and the Ping's money market is about to pass when he sees the first month of the sixteenth year of Zhengde. It was noon, and there were snowflakes falling in the sky, silent, but they weighed on everyone's hearts like a heavy weight.

There are three people in the room, and the one sitting in the main seat is Pingqiuli, and next to him is a middle-aged man in an official uniform, who is the teacher of Taichang Temple. On the right hand side is a mass of harmony.

None of the three of them spoke, probably because it was cold, and they all held a teacup in their hands, and wisps of heat rose from the cup, adding a touch of tranquility. "In the autumn, there is a hint of weirdness in this. Have you checked it out? The businessman-like man asked timidly.

The person who spoke was a businessman surnamed Shi among the three major surnames of Shanxi Jin merchants, who was about sixty years old and had white hair. With a round face with a friendly atmosphere, he is the person who cooperates with the three surnames of King Jianghua of Qingzhou.

Hearing the tone of the businessman surnamed Shi's words, Ping Qiuli was a little annoyed in his heart: It's just a lowly businessman, if it's a weekday. I want to be dignified, even if I talk to you more. It can also be regarded as giving you face. If it weren't for the fact that the prince is now in a useful place for you old Xi'er, I wouldn't bother to explain to you? Now he is glaring at his nose and face, anti-customer-oriented, and pointing fingers at the affairs of Qian Zhuang? In the future, when the prince completes the matter, I will do everything I can to clean up you guys.

Even with this thought in his heart, Ping Qiuli still smiled and replied softly: "Shi Weng, don't worry, it's not a big deal." This thing is really troublesome for you, the New Year's Eve is so bad that you can't go back to your hometown in Shanxi for the New Year, and you can't go back to Pingqiu. Why don't we find a time tomorrow to invite all the Jin merchants together? ”

The businessman surnamed Shi saw that Ping Qiuli was talking about him left and right, and his heart was even more anxious: "In Qiuli, this time the money ticket, what we Shanxi businessmen want is to eat money and interest, and see if we can make some loose money." But the money ticket line has been five days, and the big guy also gives away a year's profits, and the real money is smashed out and put in your money bank as a reserve, and a lot of money tickets have been subscribed. But after so many days, a lot of money tickets have been issued. It's strange, so many money tickets go out, and it is said that the market should also agree with Ping's money tickets. It's no wonder that no one wants the money and tickets we have in hand, whether it's buying things or paying the necessary expenses, no one uses them. You say, where did so much money and tickets go? ”

Pingqiuli also felt strange in the past ten days. Ping's money bank went out a total of nearly 500,000 taels of tickets. It was much more than he expected. Originally. The people of Ping's money bank were still very excited, thinking that this battle had been won by a lot. The line of the Ping's money ticket. If nothing else, it only takes a month to circulate in the capital. The rest is easy, just wait and count the money.

In the past ten days, Pingqiu was in a lot of emotion, and he didn't go anywhere, so he sat in the Qianzhuang to coordinate and command. A large amount of cash silver poured into the bank, which stimulated everyone's eyes to turn red. In the past ten days, in addition to being busy with the daily affairs of more than a dozen shops, Pingqiu also turned the collected scattered silver into a fifty-tael building, and lent the backlog of funds to major merchants. So many days of sleeplessness. His eyes were red, and his stomach was sour because he drank too much tea, and he almost wanted to vomit.

Anyway, since yesterday, the money tickets of each branch bank have finally come to Cai, and this matter has finally come to an end, which also makes Ping Qiuli greatly relieved. No, after a whole night of settlement, he could finally unload the burden of thousands of catties on his shoulders and prepare to take a bath and sleep, but the merchant surnamed Shi rushed to say that there was not a single money ticket from Ping's money in circulation on the market.

As far as Ping Qiuli knows, among the 500,000 taels of silver tickets that went out this time, the Jin merchants purchased 200,000 by themselves. So, where did the remaining 300,000 taels go?

It's a big matter, and I don't dare to be sloppy in Pingqiu. Busy looking for Shi Changqing, the three of them got together to discuss.

When Ping Qiuli heard the question of the businessman surnamed Shi, he was even more unhappy in his heart, and his face, which was still smiling just now, stiffened, and said lightly: "Shi Weng, you are worried too much." ”

"How can I not worry, this money ticket is gone, and the ghost knows who is in the hand. If you meet someone with a heart, it's just a big firecracker, don't you know when he will explode? The businessman surnamed Shi didn't know how to look at people's eyes, and still shouted unrelentingly.

"How do you know it's in someone's hands?" Shi Changqing snorted, this Shi Weng was too presumptuous, and he didn't look at who he was talking to: "Besides, people use money to buy tickets, he got our money tickets, and we got his cash." It's normal for everyone to be happy. You said that there is no money in circulation on the market, so we can print some more and sell them, and sell them for hundreds of thousands of taels? ”

The businessman surnamed Shi heard Shi Changqing's cold snort. I was a little scared in my heart, and the next sentence was swallowed in my throat and I didn't dare to say it again, so I just said: "Master" and "How is it possible?" ”

"How could it be?" Shi Changqing was even more displeased.

"It's not impossible to get money tickets, but Ping's money village has been vigorously getting it for ten days, and it looks like the business is good, so it is not difficult for him to get hundreds of thousands of taels. However, so much money is out, and there is still no shadow on the market. The people in the capital were so slippery that they didn't even make a splash when they saw that the Ping's money ticket came out, and they already had doubts in their hearts, but they were afraid that no one would buy it. The businessman surnamed Shi sighed: "The reputation is smashed." If you want to do business again, it's hard and difficult! ”

After one, two, or three "difficult" words, the businessman surnamed Shi said: "In business, Mr. Ping and Master Shi are laymen, and the doorway here is not clear for a while." For example, the 500,000 taels of silver tickets we went out in the past ten days cannot be fully released to eat interest, and we have to keep 100,000 taels on hand in case someone comes to exchange for cash. The 100,000 reserves are immovable. After the Spring Festival, the cash money obtained by Qian Zhuang was transported back to Shanxi to buy goods, and for a while, it was not possible to mobilize so much silver to come over for new tickets. ”

"If you don't have any cash, then don't have any reserves. Just print money. Ping Qiuli said lightly.

The face of the businessman surnamed Shi changed greatly: "This is not appropriate, right?" ”

Shi Changqing glared: "What, do you have any new ideas, you don't even listen to Qiuli's words." Akiri is the head of the Taira money house. You will not listen to his words. Who else can you listen to? As he spoke, Shi Changqing threatened: "You are just a businessman, once the prince of Qingzhou comes to the capital, copying your house is just a matter of a snap of your fingers." ”

The businessman surnamed Shi had cold sweat on his forehead, and said again and again: "I'm going to discuss it with you now." Let's see if we can make some more.

After speaking, he got up, arched his hand, and hurried away.