Back to the Song Dynasty as a tyrant

He also coughed twice: "I'm feeling unwell recently, please forgive me."

"Oh? What's the matter with you?" Zhao Ning put down his chopsticks, looked over, and began to look carefully, "It seems that he was just about to plant seeds, but was interrupted forcibly?"

Wang Zonglin: "..."

"Official, that Gao Qiu, he is not a good person!"

Zhao Ning laughed: "How do you say that?"

"Official, don't be fooled by Gao Lian, he is just pretending to be loyal in front of you."

Wang Zonglin now really felt the crisis.

He is the commander of the front of the palace, the top leader of the official scriptures, and he was also in charge of the Imperial City Division in the past.

Now the Dianqian Division and the Huangcheng Division, one is actually in charge of Jing Chao, and the other is actually under the actual control of Gao Qiu.

He, the commander in front of the temple, was emptied.

"Oh, so uncle is my loyal minister?"

"Of course I'm loyal to the official family, but I'm the uncle of the official family, my family, how could my family harm my family!"

The smile on Zhao Ning's face became more cordial, and he wiped the oil from his mouth with a handkerchief.

Wang Huaiji brought water for him to wash his hands. After drying, Zhao Ning took out a piece of paper from the table, crumpled it up, and threw it at Wang Zonglin.

It happened to hit Wang Zonglian on the head, and Wang Zonglian yelled strangely: "Ouch!"

"My family! My family dares to smuggle salt!"

Zhao Ning took out another piece of paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at it: "My family dares to smuggle iron!"

"Ouch! Official, don't smash it, don't smash it!"

Zhao Ning ignored him, took out another piece of paper, crumpled it up and threw it at it: "My family's tea business is very big!"

Wang Zonglian dodged left and right: "Officials, don't smash it, I am your uncle, I am your own uncle!"

"Uncle!" Zhao Ning smashed it again, "Uncle is using his power for personal gain! Stand there and don't move! If you touch me again, I will have you dragged down!"

Wang Zonglin didn't dare to move immediately.

At this moment, Zhao Ning hit the nail on the head: "My uncle's tax evasion is okay! My uncle took the lead in tax evasion!"

He rubbed the paper balls one by one, and smashed them one by one: "You are capable! Be brave! Pick them up, look at them one by one, and see which word is wronging you!"

Wang Zonglin didn't pick it up anymore, but knelt down directly: "Officials, ministers..."

"Injustice?"

"I... I know I was wrong!"

"How much property?"

"This……"

"Say it! I won't copy your home, say it! Don't worry!"

"Really?"

"real!"

"100 sticks."

"Oh, it's okay."

"Actually, it's 200 million guan, cash."

Zhao Ning grabbed the ball of paper and threw it at it again: "You are quite proud!"

"Ouch, official, don't smash it!"

"Wang Zonglian, you are very courageous, do you know what time it is?"

Wang Zonglian said: "The official family and the minister are all earned by their ability. The minister has never been corrupted, and the minister has never been corrupted for a penny. They are all in business..."

Zhao Ning rubbed another ball of paper and threw it at it: "Yes! It's all about business! You're the only one who is smart! Who allowed you to do those businesses!"

"Officials, they are all doing it, not the minister alone."

"Who?"

"This... this... how can this minister make it clear in a while!"

In fact, Wang Zonglin is still an uncle who loves his nephew very much.

When Zhao Huan was the crown prince, Wang Zonglin still took good care of Zhao Huan.

At the beginning of Zhao Huan's succession to the throne, both the Dianqian Division and the Huangcheng Division were replaced. The first choice of the supervisor was Wang Zonglian, after all, he was his own.

But this guy is really an asshole, let him kill someone in the court and pretend to be dead, for fear of being sprayed by the scholar-bureaucrats.

"Then what should we do now? All these transactions of yours are listed here, and you have violated the laws of the Song Dynasty. According to the crime, you will be ransacked! Uncle, what should you do?"

Wang Zonglian was a little confused: "Official, didn't you just say that you won't confiscate the house?"

"Of course I don't want to ransack the house, but I'm not the only one who knows now. Gao Qiu also knows that these are collected by Gao Qiu. You know, Gao Qiu has a big mouth. If he talks nonsense, the officials will know. I have no choice but to copy it."

Wang Zonglin cried out immediately: "Then what should I do, official, please think of a way. I am your uncle. Since your mother passed away, I have been taking care of you until you ascended the throne of the emperor." .”

Zhao Ning pretended to think for a while, and said: "Otherwise, if you take out 199 million coins, I will pretend that nothing happened, and even if Gao Lian wants to mess with you, he must have evidence, right? He will go to your house Look for evidence, and you won't find it by then!"

Wang Zonglin suddenly felt pain in his egg, and was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. It was all the money he had spent half his life on!

"Look, uncle, I left you 1 guan."

"This……"

"And I still have a good job for you, as long as you agree."

"What kind of errand?"

"Come here, come here, come here, I won't hit you, come here."

Wang Zonglin walked over cautiously.

But Zhao Ning took out an exquisite box and said with a smile, "Do you know what this is?"

"What is this?"

"Soap."

"Soap?"

Zhao Ning opened it, and a piece of soap lay quietly inside.

It's just that this soap is not ordinary. Although its craftsmanship is still rough, it is completely enough for people of this era.

Moreover, its surface is also carved with exquisite lines, which looks very dignified and elegant.

"Osmanthus fragrance?"

"Yes, sweet-scented osmanthus."

"What is this thing used for?"

"Bath."

"Bath?"

"Yes, take a bath."

"Why do the officials let the ministers see this?"

"Do you know how much this thing costs?"

"Isn't this a tribute, can it be bought and sold?"

"can."

"how much is it?"

"A piece of 50 guan (about 25000 yuan)."

Wang Zonglin was not surprised, after all, it belonged to the emperor, so it should be more expensive.

Zhao Ning said again: "If you are asked to sell this thing, how much can you sell it for?"

Wang Zongling pondered for a while and said, "The price can be doubled."

Chapter 107 Where is the rich man, where is my sickle

good!very good!very good!

Wang Zonglian is definitely a big profiteer!

If you want to leave it in later generations, you must be a blood-sucking capitalist.

Zhao Ning felt that fifty guan was already very expensive.

A bar of soap, selling 50 sticks, costs 5000 yuan!

Moreover, it is still made of plant ash, lard, and lye.

This kind of soap, in the 21st century, is given away for free, and no one may want it, because it is very rough.

It's not that the craftsmanship of the craftsman is poor, nor is it that it looks rough on the outside, but that it is limited by raw materials and more perfect formulas.

In order to package it, Zhao Ning specially asked someone to carve exquisite patterns on it.

"Is anyone buying 100 guan?"

"Yes, there must be."

"Tell me."

"It's very simple. Let's just say that this item is made by a palace formula. As long as you don't mind the official, someone will pay a high price."

"Will it come out to 100?"

"Scarcity is the most expensive thing. At the beginning, sell 50 guan, tell them that there are only 100 pieces in total, and guarantee that someone will buy it at a high price."

Whoops, Wang Zonglian actually plays "Hunger Marketing"?

"And it's only sold to officials with high titles, such as princes, prime ministers, ministers, and grand masters."

Zhao Ning asked: "There are only 100 pieces in total, what should I do when I finish buying them?"

"After buying it, make it again, change the pattern on it, adjust the color, say that this is the latest soap, better than the previous one, 70 sticks a piece!"

"Then?"

"I'll change it later and release a new product. Let's say the formula is even more noble. It was brought back from the Western Regions, and it's changed to sell for 100 pieces!"

Zhao Ning: Wang Zonglian, what is the relationship between Cook and you?

"Then I want to sell more, can't I only sell 100 of each kind?"

"Officials, this is simpler. Each carving has 10 different patterns and different colors, which endow it with ten different meanings. For example, the sweet-scented osmanthus represents the sublime."

Zhao Ning nodded and said, "I will give this to you and sell it. For every piece of soap sold, you will get 10 sticks from it, how about it?"

"10 guan? Official, is it too little?"

"Ok?"

"Okay, I will do it, I will do it."

Zhao Ning smiled again: "Uncle, look, this soap can be sold not only in Tokyo, but also in Beijing Daming Mansion, Xijing Luoyang Mansion, Nanjing Yingtian Mansion, Jiangning, Suzhou, Hangzhou, Jiangling Mansion, Chengdu You can sell them all, there are so many rich people, this thing is so wonderful, if you sell 10 pieces, will you earn 100 million coins?"

Wang Zongli understood now, what the hell, officials are the real profiteers.

But Zhao Ning is right.

There is a rule in human society, the trend is led by the upper class, whatever the top class people use, the middle class will follow suit, and after a while, it will become popular among ordinary people.

Both the prime minister and the prince use it, and officials naturally compete with each other.

Officials competed with each other, and those businessmen naturally followed suit in order to highlight their status.

This is the point of customer demand.

This is how leeks are cut.

I never make money from the poor, I only make money from the rich.

"From now on, Taifu Temple will be under your control, is it okay?"