When he left the palace, Wang Hai personally sent him away, and along the way, his tone became more and more polite and enthusiastic towards Yi Feng. Wang Hai threw a peach, and Yi Feng of course reciprocated it, standing outside the Suzaku Gate, Yi Feng quietly handed Wang Hai a piece of colored paper. Wang Hai took it, glanced at it quietly, and didn't recognize what it was.

"The bearer promissory note of the Northern Bank has a denomination of 1,000 yuan. You don't need any token certificate, as long as you hold this ticket, you can go to the counter of the Northern Bank at any time to exchange 1,000 yuan. However, the king's chamberlain must be kept well to avoid loss, and once lost, anyone who picks it up can go to the bank to redeem it. After the loss of this kind of promissory note, it is not easy to prevent, as the northern bank that issued the ticket, no matter who comes to withdraw and cash, as long as it meets the requirements of the ticket, it cannot be refused. ”

Wang Hai couldn't help but be extremely surprised when he looked at the colorful piece of paper in his hand, such a piece of paper was actually worth a thousand yuan, and it was even possible to ask for cash at any time without formalities. When did another Northern Bank open in Daxing City?

Yi Feng saw his doubts and said with a smile: "The Northern Bank has a business in the east market and a business in the west market, which operates deposit and loan, mortgage, cash, insurance and other businesses. ”

Wang Hai carefully put away the bearer promissory note worth 100,000 yuan, although he still felt that this matter was a little unreliable. A thousand guan is a lot, and the copper coin is always four catties and three taels, and a thousand guan is four thousand one hundred and eighty-seven catties and a half coin, all of which are exchanged for money, and thrown on the ground to be the size of a hill. But now, in exchange for this Rausch promissory note, there is only a piece of paper.

In fact, the Northern Bank does not only have bearer promissory notes, but also bearer ones. Of course, there are registered cashier's checks, and more convenient cash checks, etc., but since they are used to give gifts and bribes. Of course, it is better to be anonymous, so that there is no trace and it is more hidden. Wang Hai is a person who makes Yi Feng feel very satisfied, a person who is exquisite, but at the same time very eye-catching, and extremely bold, and he is also the most important palace governor in front of Yang Jian, the governor of the Inner Servant Province. A thousand dollars is worth spending. If it weren't for the fear of sending too much at once and scaring this shrewd guy, Yi Feng would have been willing to send 10,000 or 100,000 yuan.

"The Northern Bank is newly opened in Beijing, and it will have to rely on internal servants in the future. No matter what the business is in the future, the annual profit of Daxing Branch will have a percentage of the income of the prince, how about it? ”

Yi Feng's gift is a bit presumptuous, if it is an ordinary person. I'm afraid that Wang Hai will retreat. felt that Yi Feng acted too recklessly. However, the satisfied attitude of the emperor in the palace to Yi Feng just now made Wang Hai have to consider the consequences of refusing to take this money. After thinking about it for only a moment, Wang Hai had already narrowed his eyes and said with a smile on his face: "Jingshida, our family is just a small servant. How dare you take it, if Changning Gong looks at our family, it will be useful to us in the future, and naturally dare not do your best. As for this dry stock, it's good to take half of it. ”

Yi Feng smiled. Needless to say, although the Daxing branch has been established, all the cows, ghosts, snakes and gods in Beijing must take care of it, at least they have to win over some people to do it together. Wang Hai takes five percent, which is not less. As long as he's willing to take it, that's fine. At that moment, the two smiled and said goodbye to each other.

Standing on Suzaku Street, Yi Feng was a little distracted.

When he was summoned into the palace, he thought that he would not come out so soon today. He also thought that there would be a bloody scene of confession, the emperor and empress, and maybe even Yang Yong would come over to meet, who knew that after a long time, he met with Yang Jian, and Yang Jian didn't ask him about his previous affairs, and directly confirmed that he was Yang Lin. After talking about a conversation, he talked more about Sanfan, and such important things as Wuzhou soldiers and horses were only mentioned, as for the illegal manufacturing of ordnance, hoarding of grain and grass, recruiting troops and horses, and even selling grain and salt, wine and sales, etc., which had been impeached by the officials before he came, he did not even mention it. He originally thought of a lot of excuses, such as recruiting troops and horses to protect the frontier and barrier the country, and making wine is actually brewing fruit, sorghum and other brewing without costing grain, etc. The preparation is completely gone, like a punch on cotton.

He felt that Yang Jian must not have forgotten about it, nor did he disbelieve in the impeachment of the officials, but that he didn't want to mention it. Why didn't he want to mention it, he felt that there might be no more than two, one was that the war between the imperial court and the Turks was imminent, and Yang Jian even wanted to use the power of a few Hu tribes, so there was no reason to bother with Yi Feng brewing some private wine to recruit some soldiers and horses at this time. Let it go for the time being, and when the Turkic war is over, if the imperial court wants to take care of this matter, what room can Yi Feng have to resist? Second, since it is certain that Yi Feng is the eldest grandson of the emperor, then these outrageous things that Yi Feng has done are not a matter at all. The treatment of royal members is completely different from that of ordinary courtiers and officials. The rivers and mountains are all from the Yang family, what does it matter if Yi Feng trains some soldiers to stock up on some food. As for brewing some wine and selling some salt, it is even more trivial, the meat is rotten in the pot, and the benefits are all obtained by the Yang family themselves. After all, Yi Feng, the emperor's grandson, has been living in the people for so many years, and he became a horse thief in the green forest at the beginning, and he can be regarded as suffering a lot, and now he makes some wine to make a little money, which can be regarded as making up for the past.

Of course, there is another very important reason, that must be because Yang Jian feels that although Yi Feng is operating Huaihuang, after all, the integration of Huaihuang has only been in such a short time, and it is difficult for him to recruit troops and buy horses, and he can't make much profit from wine smuggling. If Yang Jian knew the true face of Huaihuang, especially how much money Yi Feng could make in various industries now, I believe that even Yang Jian, who discriminated against industry and commerce, would never be so generous.

He breathed a sigh of relief, anyway, for the time being, a good result had been achieved, and the situation was not going in the worst direction.

A team of flag guards such as Wei Chigong and Cheng Yanjin had already greeted them, and they had been waiting outside. The cold wind howled on the wide heavenly street, the sky was overcast, and the sky suddenly fell with goose feathers and heavy snow. The wind was tight, and the snow flakes were fluttering. Yi Feng stood on the street, letting the cold wind blow his well-defined and hard-line face, and he squinted slightly, which made his dark and bright eyes more restrained and deep. Coupled with his increasingly broad, burly and upright body, he really has a jade tree in the wind.

The Celestial Street is still majestic and imposing, but the wide streets are a little less lively, with fewer pedestrians and fewer cars.

Whether it is in modern times or in this era, Yi Feng is accustomed to the kind of busy street scene, likes to look at the shops all over the street, and countless advertising guises, and suddenly looks at this Suzaku Street, he is a little uncomfortable, and always feels a little less angry.

"Marshal, are you going back to the Yuan Mansion?" Wei Chigong asked.

The snow became heavier and heavier, and the whole world was white, and even the majestic and solemn Suzaku Street was soon paved with a layer of white.

"Let's go back!" Originally, Yi Feng wanted to go to the Northern Bank branch in the east and west cities to have a look, but seeing the heavy snow, he was a little less interested. And he suddenly remembered one thing, the imperial court had already issued an official decree prohibiting officials above the fifth grade from entering and leaving the market. Yi Feng couldn't understand why the imperial court issued such a provision, but there was no need for him to deliberately disobey the imperial decree.

A team of people turned over and rode towards Yuanfu, and when they turned Tonghuafang into the second street, suddenly a convoy on the opposite side galloped closely.

The crisp and energetic sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and several golden four-wheeled carriages galloped in. It was a fleet of all four-wheeled carriages, and all of them were luxurious four-wheeled carriages. Just glanced at it from a distance, and Yi Feng was immediately sure that these luxurious four-wheeled carriages must be the products of Huaihuang Carriage Workshop. Seeing such a convoy of horses in Chang'an, Yi Feng couldn't help but look at it twice. Lian Cheng Biting Jin and other flag guards also felt a little cordial, and pointed at the team together on the horse.

Such carriages were extremely luxurious and spacious enough to seat four or five people. In front of the carriage is the driver's seat, a retractable canopy can be used to protect against wind and rain, and a suitcase can be placed under the driver's seat. The whole carriage is decorated with gold and silver, inlaid with beads and jade, shining brightly. The interior of the cabin is even more luxurious, with gold walls inlaid with gold and platinum, red leather seats, white Persian carpets, and many details are also full of luxury.

The carriage at the front of the convoy was pulled by four tall white horses from the Western Regions, and a bearded man with a red beard and blue eyes drove the carriage in the driver's seat, whipping him fearfully.

The streets of Second Street are not as wide as Suzaku Street, but they are not narrow, but on one side is Yi Feng and his group riding westward, and on the other hand, this luxury motorteam is galloping east. The two teams met unexpectedly, and as long as both sides went to the left according to the rules of the Jingshi Road, it would have been fine at all. Yi Feng and his entourage did walk on the left, and even saw that the other party's convoy was driving fast, so they deliberately stopped to give way.

Who knows, when the red-bearded and green-eyed bearded man drove to the side of Yi Feng and his party, he suddenly pulled the reins of his horse and stopped the carriage.

The Hu coachman held the reins, waved his horsewhip, and stared at Yi Feng and his party condescendingly.

"Something?" Wei Chigong lightly clamped the horse's belly, stepped forward, and asked in a cold voice.

"Your horses are good." The Hu Ren coachman said in a very authentic Guanzhong dialect.

"Mobei Iron Hoof Horse, first-class good horse, war horse!" Wei Chigong replied with some pride. These horses are all excellent war horses selected from tens of thousands of iron-hoofed war horses, and each of them is a famous horse that can travel 800 miles day and night. It's only the Flag Guards who can have such a good horse.

An exclamation came from the carriage behind the coachman here, "Mobei Iron Hoof Horse? Isn't this a very sought-after fine horse in Kyoto recently? I didn't expect to see so many here, Wuren, sue them, I want all these horses. ”

The coachman replied, and then said to Wei Chigong: "Make a price, my master wants all these horses." ”

"Not for sale!" Wei Chigong's face turned cold. If it weren't for the fact that this was at the feet of the Son of Heaven, he would have thrown it with a whip. For a warrior, the war horse is the second life, their companion, how can they sell people lightly.

The coachman was stunned for a moment, then showed a little disdain on his face, and snorted coldly: "Open your eyes and see, do you know this carriage, do you know who my master is?" Don't toast, don't eat, punish wine, and shame on your face! (To be continued......)