Chapter 52: The Origin of the Money Bank

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Perhaps the subordinates in charge of informing the sticky list had not had time to lead the horses out of the stable, and the peasant women thirty miles outside the city already knew who the top of the list was this year, and even knew where they lived and what their family background was.

Rumors always "flow" away, not strolling forward.

Jiang He and Hu Xiaoliu hadn't returned to the shop yet, and the guys had already come to the alley, holding a red cloth in their hands, with some big characters written crookedly on it, probably congratulating the Seventh Master for being at the top of the list, and the White Dragon Gang winning glory and the like.

may be the first cultural person of the White Dragon Gang, of course, Hu Xiaoliu, who has been expelled, is not counted, so it is not unusual to raise a gang to celebrate. Jiang He looked at the horizontal bar that he couldn't bear to read, and then suddenly thought of his identity, what if the Protectorate didn't recognize him as a person in the rivers and lakes?

After all, the Protectorate is the imperial court, and the White Dragon Gang is a gang, although these two are not directly hostile, but friendship is definitely not counted. But Jiang He thought about it again, since his name had already appeared in the position of the upper scroll of the armor, then he could only be regarded as too worried.

The Protectorate, this special place.

Jiang He shook his head, then waved his hand to signal the guys to take the banner down. Hu Xiaoliu felt that his chin was a little sour, maybe it was too big or too long, he rubbed his cheeks, and he hadn't recovered from the previous shock.

Jiang He entered the room and pulled out the bench and sat down, the small stove next to the table had already cooked wine, he was in a good mood today, so he opened the bowl and poured himself a big bowl of hot wine, the white mist wet the corners of his mouth, he took a sip gently, and smacked his lips with a taste.

Hu Xiaoliu also sat down to drink, and after a while, there was a ticket from outside the door, carrying a few large boxes, and several housekeepers put the boxes in front of the door with unkind faces, and then a housekeeper-like person stood outside the door and shouted to the door: "Master Jiang, the money was sent to you, do you accept it?"

Before Jiang He could get up, Hu Xiaoliu was already standing by the door, he leaned against the door frame, looked at the family outside the door with a sneer, and said, "So fast, Li Qiushuang is still a gentleman." ā€

The housekeeper snorted coldly and said coldly, "Can you let the next person move into the house?"

Hu Xiaoliu grinned, sideways and let go, and all the heavy boxes were placed in the hall, and the housekeeper ordered his subordinates to open all the boxes, and the silver ingots were neatly stacked inside and shining with cold light, shining on Jiang He's tough side face.

"Do you want to take an inventory?"

Jiang He smiled slightly and shook his head, he knew that since Li Qiushuang sent someone to send the silver, there would be no one missing.

This money is indeed a lot for Li Qiushuang, but it is a small amount for that group of noble sons, and in terms of their father's family business and power, one thousand taels per person is indeed not much.

But the meaning of the five thousand represents something deeper.

In terms of the official position of a certain noble son's father, losing 5,000 taels means admitting defeat to Jianghe, or bowing to the White Dragon Gang, which is unacceptable to them.

The dignified nobles of the DPRK and the Central Committee will be afraid of a gang?

But it was like this, these sons could only break their teeth and swallow them in their stomachs, they didn't dare to tell their fathers and elders about this, it was better to lose their own faces than to lose the faces of those old people. So although he was not convinced by 10,000 in his heart, no matter how much he wanted to raise a knife to cut Hu Xiaoliu and Jiang He to the ground, he had to pay for this account out of his own pocket.

And Li Qiushuang, whose face was the most ugly, never thought that this Jiang He was actually a pig and a tiger, of course, this was also to blame Jiang He, because even he didn't know that this would be the result.

When Jiang He and Hu Xiaoliu swaggered out of the restaurant, Li Qiushuang's sword smashed all the tables and chairs, and the icy frost made those spectators on the second floor as quiet as cicadas. Of course, in the end, a hush money is indispensable, and only by drinking a stick and rock candy can these customer service customers be obedient and willing to keep today's bet.

Of course, about how Hu Xiaoliu is in Xuancheng, this is his own business, and the things in Hu Xiaoliu's mouth are true or false, and there are naturally a few people in Kyoto City, if you want to talk about a gentleman, everyone is naturally more inclined to a character like Li Qiushuang.

Hu Xiaoliu patted the butler's shoulder, ignoring his cold face, and said with a smile: "Go back and thank you Li Gongzi." ā€

"Since the money has been sent, this account has been settled, and I, Hu Xiaoliu, naturally won't say anything more. ā€

The housekeeper's face was relieved when he heard this, he was actually really afraid that this unscrupulous person would not be at peace after messing around all day long to collect money, but Hu Xiaoliu's next sentence made his face turn pale.

Hu Xiaoliu looked at him and said loudly with a smile: "But go back and tell your son-in-law, don't forget the next bet." ā€

The housekeeper snorted coldly again, brushed his sleeves away, and the family behind him followed out with trembling, and a group of men looked at them mockingly. Hu Xiaoliu smiled insolently behind him, revealing a row of bright fangs.

Jiang He drank to himself, and then he picked up a silver ingot, which lay heavily and solidly in the palm of his hand, to be honest, he had never seen so much money. It was the first time since he came to the south that he had seen so much money.

"Money is a good thing. Jiang He couldn't help muttering to himself, the silver of the white flowers was really dazzling.

Hu Xiaoliu walked to the table, poured a bowl of new wine, and said, "Look at your ignorant appearance, this little money will make you stupid." ā€

Jiang He put down the silver ingot and gave him a farewell, and then said, "I was wondering how I should spend so much money?"

"Of course, the woman who drinks the best wine and sleeps the most beautifully. ā€

"Vulgar. ā€

Jiang He knocked on the table, and then continued: "I think it's better to save you first, and then think about how to use it after a few ****." ā€

"Aren't you afraid I'll use it?"

"You are the sixth master, this money is definitely not as good as your magic eye. In this way, we are one and a half, and I can't get these pieces of silver without you. ā€

Hu Xiaoliu waved his hand and said, "Don't mind, this is your bet, and I didn't earn it, I'll keep it for you and say, you have to use it for me." ā€

Jiang He smiled and didn't fight with him anymore. He knows Hu Xiaoliu's habits, and it is naturally useless to talk about it.

"I think you can open a bank. ā€

Hu Xiaoliu looked at him puzzled and asked, "What is Qianzhuang?"

Jiang He was stunned for a moment, and then relieved, he didn't seem to have seen Qian Zhuang in this Kyoto City, and no wonder Li Qiushuang sent someone to send this box of silver instead of silver tickets, Jiang He thought at first that he deliberately sent silver ingots to show off his wealth.

"The money bank is a place where money is kept, you collect money, and then give someone a silver ticket, and the other person can use the silver ticket to exchange the silver in the future. ā€

Hu Xiaoliu thought for a moment when he heard this, and then said puzzledly: "Why do I want to help others keep the silver? This money is not mine?"

Jiang He took a sip of wine, and then explained: "You are stupid, people save money because they think that the silver is in trouble, and if you take the money, you will naturally not come to withdraw it immediately." ā€

Hu Xiaoliu was puzzled. Jiang He continued: "Then you will take this money and go to lend money!"

Hu Xiaoliu felt that the river in front of him was simply talking nonsense, and he didn't know what to do, what money, what kind of lending, why are these words so fresh?

So he looked at Jiang He with idiot eyes again, and felt that Jiang He had no future thinking about it all day long.

Jiang He felt that Hu Xiaoliu was simply a wooden fish head, and the truth raised the bowl in his hand and knocked it well.

He sighed and continued: "First of all, you have to charge a storage fee for helping others keep the silver, right?"

Hu Xiaoliu nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Then, people won't take the money immediately, so you can borrow the money to those who need it urgently, such as a businessman, you borrow a hundred taels, and finally ask people to pay back one hundred and fifty taels, isn't it too much?"

Hu Xiaoliu chewed Jiang He's words carefully, and then nodded again.

"That's not it, it's called lending, lending it out and taking it back, and the money makes money!

Jiang He felt a little thirsty after saying a lot, picked up the wine bowl and took a sip to moisten his throat, Hu Xiaoliu was still frowning and thinking about the pros and cons.

After a while, Hu Xiaoliu's eyes suddenly burst into light, and then he looked at Jiang He in surprise, as if he couldn't imagine that this poor mountain village would have such a shrewd business method.

"It's like a gambler in the casino is short of money, so I borrow a few taels from him first?"

Jiang He nodded and said, "That's pretty much the case, but I think it's better not to let those gamblers and villains go against the grain." ā€

Hu Xiaoliu said disapprerovingly: "These people are the most short of money, so naturally they had better put it... What's going on?"

"Lending. ā€

"Oh, lending. ā€

Jiang He put down the bowl and remembered something from the past. He shook his head, and then said: "They are indeed short of money, but have you ever thought about the possibility of letting them out and not getting them back, who will bear the risk?

Hu Xiaoliu pondered slightly when he heard this, then raised his head and replied: "It seems to be this reason, after all, this money has to be returned to others." ā€

"That's not it. ā€

In fact, Jiang He didn't want to see this white dragon gang white and black, although people couldn't help themselves in the rivers and lakes, but gambling on this thing was really harmful to the people in the world, so Jiang He had to try his best to do something.

Even if he doesn't bring up the concept of lending, with the entry of history into the city, these things will appear in the eyes of the world sooner or later, but it is just a question of who will eat this crab first.

Hu Xiaoliu calculated the pros and cons and then discussed it with Jiang He, and finally decided on the proposal completely, and then prepared to meet the ghost.

The big and small things of the White Dragon Gang have always been decided by the ghost master, although this plan is very beautiful and promising, but it is still the ghost master who nods in the end to implement it.

"Jiang Ye, I'll go and have a little bit with the ghost master, if this thing happens, you should take the first credit!" Hu Xiaoliu took the paper umbrella and grinned at Hu Xiaoliu.

Jiang He waved his hand and motioned for him to go.

Hu Xiaoliu stepped out of the door with his front feet, and suddenly seemed to think of something, then turned his head to Jiang He and said, "By the way, don't forget, today's dinner." ā€

After saying that, Hu Xiaoliu went out, but Jiang He was stunned when he heard this, and then remembered it.

Wu Xiaobei's father, Wu Qingming, invited him to his house for dinner.

Jiang He scratched his head, a little overwhelmed. What clothes to wear, what to bring, what to talk about?

He suddenly felt that this matter was a little difficult to solve, even more difficult than the questions on the small exam paper.