The fourth devil returned to Beijing, but Jia Liu did not return because he still had unfinished projects in Tailing.

The bolt pillar rushed over from Jingling.

"Young master, you don't know, the little master is fun, white and fat, and you were really carved out of the same mold when you were a child, and the thief looked at it with rat eyes..."

"Well, okay, okay."

Jia Liu was happy to hear it, his son is like a father, it is really gratifying.

As he spoke, he came to the gate of the underground palace with the bolt pillar.

The bolt pillar found that a sign was inserted at the door, with a few big words written on it - "Under construction, idlers are not allowed to enter!" ”

Thinking with his ass, he also knew that the young master had him insert it.

"You're here!"

Queenie didn't leave, as a waiter of the Ministry of Rites, he still had to stay in Tailing for a while, one was to be responsible for the burial of the Queen Mother, and the other was to be responsible for the after-sales of the underground palace funeral goods.

Dozens of carriages were parked at the entrance of the underground palace, piled with cabbage.

This is used to cover people's ears and eyes, and after turning back to the things in the underground palace, they will be covered with cabbage, who would have thought that under the cabbage is genuine gold and all kinds of treasures.

It was also Queenie's idea, and he thought very thoughtfully.

It was Zamur who was in charge of transporting the things, and the things were not pulled into Beijing to send His Excellency the President's Mansion, but to the other courtyard in Tongzhou.

Gold bricks and other materials are melted on the spot, broken into pieces, and then exchanged for silver through various banks, so that the value of gold can be transferred.

After all, gold was not legal tender in the Qing Dynasty, and silver and copper coins were circulated in the market.

Other treasures are shipped under various names, and then looking for buyers to cash in.

Liu Heyi is in charge of the sales channel, he is familiar with this aspect, and has accumulated a lot of experience when he was in charge of the establishment of the Jingling Aftermath Expert Committee.

Jia Liu has no special requirements for the realization of antique paintings and calligraphy, and even allows the price to be sold one to two percent lower than the market price, but it must be dumped in batches.

Even today, 100 pieces were sold in Jiangsu, and tomorrow can only be sold in Zhejiang.

You can't sell everything at once, because the target is too big, and it is easy to be underpriced by profiteers.

He is a serious businessman, and it is impossible to sell you things today like the Qing Dynasty, and find a way to raid your house tomorrow.

Since he was reborn, he has not done anything lacking in virtue.

Honesty and trustworthiness can make the business bigger and stronger.

Merchants, even profiteers, are also part of the social system of the Qing Dynasty, and you can't just ask for someone's life just because they make your money.

In fact, if you want to sell things at a high price, it is best to pull them to the Thirteen Lines in Guangdong, because there are foreign merchants there.

Fake things can fool these foreign devils, and they are genuine good things.

really sold Yongzheng's funeral goods to foreigners, and designated him to make a fortune.

The problem is that Jia Liu doesn't want future generations to poke his backbone, so he doesn't dare to do this international antique trade.

"The list of things has been done, please take a look!"

Queenie presented the list of categories.

Jia Liu actually knew what Yongzheng's funeral goods were, because Lao Fu had shown him before.

But as a leader, no matter how much trust in his subordinates, superficial work still needs to be done.

After taking it and looking at it carefully, I couldn't stop nodding my head, and then I had to come to the brush and randomly tick the list, or draw circles, or tap small ink dots.

"Whoever ticks the box will send the rich Zhongtang family, and the circle will send the color to the adult's house, and the ink dot will send two pieces to each of these people, and the rest will be sent to my house."

Jia Liu handed Queenie the list of gifts he had written last night to Queenie, who took it and looked at it, and his eyes almost jumped out in shock.

Why?

Because this list is full of the names of the governors, governors, and governors of the Qing Dynasty, as well as the generals and commanders of the Eight Banners, the commanders of the green battalions, and the commanders of the provinces.

Even a few team leaders and counselors from the Western Regions have a share.

There are more than 100 people up and down.

Of course, on the Jingguan side, his Queenie's name is also on it, which means that he Queenie can also get two funeral items for the first emperor.

"Just do what I say."

Jia Liu didn't explain.

Queenie didn't dare to ask.

After entering the underground palace, ten steps and one post.

The bolt pillar was a little unhappy, obviously blaming the young master for sharing everything with others, and how much he had declined, a little hard to work for others.

Seeing Zhuzhu's thoughts, Jia Liu couldn't help but comfort: "Your young master, I can't even be inferior to Sun Dianying, right?" ”

Zhu Zhu was stunned: "Who is Sun Dianying?" ”

"A good man who knows that there are common interests."

Jia Liu was relieved and said that a batch of funeral goods of the first emperor suddenly appeared on the market, and this matter would be discovered sooner or later.

"It's like the young master, I committed a crime, and the bitter lord sued the government, and the government wanted to take the young master, but the county master got the benefits of the young master, do you say that the county master will take the young master?"

Jia Liu was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so he used the simplest analogy.

The bolt pouted: "What if someone sues the house?" ”

Jia Liu: "The prefect also accepted the benefits of the young master." ”

"Huh?"

Zhu Zhu scratched his head, "What if people sue the province?" ”

Jia Liu: "Lord Futai and Lord Fantai both took the young master's silver. ”

Zhu Zhu was stunned for a moment: "What if the people sue the emperor?" ”

Jia Liu raised his eyebrows: "Young master, I will be the master of suffering." ”

The truth is rough, but not simple.

Regardless of whether he knows the other party or not, and whether the other party knows his Jia Jia's forehead, the provincial high-ranking officials of the Qing Dynasty have two pieces.

Jia Liu, that is, open and bright.

Bitter Lord, you can't sue the heavens.

"Yongzheng Ye doesn't have many things to accompany the funeral, Jingling is called more, and those who turn back to Jingling move to our own home, so we don't have to share it with others."

Jia Liu continued to walk forward with his hands, and the front Baozhu and a group of people were prying the gold bricks, and dozens of them had already been pried.

"Brothers, hard work, hard work!"

Jia Liu patted here and touched there, asked Baozhu to pay attention to construction safety, and led the bolt pillar to continue walking to the depths of the underground palace.

Finally, when he came to the old lady's three bedrooms and two living rooms, Demu was leading people to carefully trade in the old lady.

The wall was also painted with a slogan - "Handle with care".

The things on the shelves have almost been emptied, and Tokuki's people are putting books such as "Spring and Autumn", "University", "Three Character Classic", "Thousand Character Text", and "Kangxi Dictionary" on the shelves.

It's all bought in bulk.

The old lady can't sit on the side of the underworld, and with these books, it will definitely not be a problem to open a private school.

This is also in line with the old lady's personality, he paid the most attention to education during his lifetime, and did not like extravagance, so he would be very happy to think about it.

After the same bolt pillar gave incense to the old lady for the last time, Jia Liu silently withdrew.

The furnishings in the living room have all been renewed, and Director Lei came to ask if the door is closed.

"Seal it."

Jia Liu waved his hand and retreated to the door with the bolt post.

With the command of Director Lei, the technicians opened the mechanism, and with a "bang", the coffin room was permanently closed.

Zhu Zhu sighed slightly, I don't know if I have a relationship with the old lady for a long time, and I am reluctant or something.

Jia Liu asked people to bring lime water, and wrote a line of big characters on the gate.

It is said: "National Key Cultural Relics Protection Unit." ”

Zhu Zhu looked confused: "Young Master, what does this mean?" ”

"It's a charm,"

Jia Liu explained, "With this, you don't have to worry about someone going in to disturb the old lady." ”