"You naughty bitch, you won't give up until you scold me a few times!"

The rat-bearded man known as "Lord Dragon" looked at Ping Xiaoliu who ran away in a hurry, with clear contempt flashing in his triangular eyes.

It is said that the first thing a new official does when he takes office is that he used so much money to get the job of steward of Yongding River Wharf.

If you don't earn back ten times or a hundred times, wouldn't it be a loss-making business?

"Listen up, everyone, you can't lose even one point in the transaction amount, otherwise... you can try the helper's method!"

The rat-bearded man bulged his eyes and glared at the gang members lining up behind him, showing off his authority.

Those private salt dealers with small profits dared not speak out in anger, so they had no choice but to forcefully smile.

Nowadays, the powerful and wealthy men of the Salt Gang have a backer. They are just living under others' hands and have no confidence in bargaining.

After being scolded, Ping Xiaoliu looked dejected.

Quickly walked out of the pier and went straight to the nearby Luyu Tea House.

Kick and kick, I went up to the private room on the third floor in one breath.

There are two Yunyingti cavalry outside with swords on their waists, guarding the gate.

He saw clearly that the person coming was Ping Xiaoliu, so he didn't stop him.

One of them turned to report, and then a gentle male voice came from inside.

"Let him in."

Yunying Tiqi nodded and obeyed, Ping Xiaoliu bowed his head and carefully stepped across the threshold.

There was a man and a woman sitting next to the window seat.

The former is a white python flying fish, and the latter is a golden-winged roc. They are both high-ranking imperial officials.

The strong pressure of Qi and blood gathered into a majestic aura that ordinary people could feel.

It's like meeting a dragon and a tiger, it's terrifying.

Ping Xiaoliu's legs were a little weak. He was only at the level of external training, and his boxing and kicking skills were average. He had never seen such a battle before.

"We are all acquaintances, you don't have to be too restrained."

Ji Yuan took a sip of Xihu fragrant tea, glanced at Qin Wugou, and then laughed softly.

The dragon's bloodline can easily intimidate ordinary people.

This was also the ancient time when many village men and women lived in the countryside.

One of the reasons why dragons are regarded as messengers of gods and worshiped in temples.

Even now, there are many ignorant people in remote places.

They still resorted to the brutal method of sacrificing boys and girls alive to seek blessings from the Dragon God.

"Brother Ninth, everything you asked me to do has been done.

That bag of money was mixed with... more than a dozen privately minted copper coins, and no one noticed.

If Beizhen Fusi investigates and prosecutes him, the crime will be serious."

Ping Xiaoliu calmed down and dealt with it seriously.

Someone came from Beiya this morning and claimed that he wanted to do a small favor.

As a private salt dealer, Ping Xiaoliu was not willing to deal too much with the government.

But for Ji Yuan's sake, and because the new steward at Yongding River Wharf is a stingy person who is as good as plucking his hair.

The gangsters under his rival were exploited to a great extent, and his life became increasingly difficult.

After much thought, Ping Xiaoliu suddenly agreed.

"Privately minted copper coins?"

Qin Wugou's red phoenix eyes blinked slightly, looking at the young Baihu who were calm and calm.

She has a similar temperament to Commander Ao, who is both a teacher and a father. She can use her hands but not her brain.

If you have a fight first, sit down and talk if the fight fails. If the fight is over, then there is no need to talk.

"Thousands of households didn't know something, when the sage had just brought peace to the world.

Each prefecture dominated the same territory and held the power to mint coins. It was not until the 20th year of the reign that the government was completely taken back.

There are still many privately minted copper coins and silver ingots circulating in the market, and this crime may be serious or minor.

Just like provoking quarrels and provoking trouble, it is an omnipotent excuse."

Ji Yuan explained patiently.

"I plan to bring the Yan Gang in first, then add fuel to the fire to the Cao Gang, and finally bring in the Three and a Half Gang.

When the time comes, it will be justifiable for Heilongtai to intervene."

Qin Wugou supported his chin with his right hand, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then said seriously:

"Why don't you come with me to Donghai Mansion? The power of the hundreds of households stationed in Tianjing is not as great as the one sent out for inspection.

At the feet of the saint, high-ranking officials of the first, second and third grades, as well as martial arts masters from all over the world, seemed to be gathered everywhere.

No matter how good you are, you will always face constraints and you will inevitably be restricted at every turn.

The world outside Daming Mansion is vast, Ji Baihu is like a cloud eagle that can fly ninety thousand miles away, so why bother to trap yourself in a well."

Ji Yuan smiled and did not answer directly:

"There are outsiders here. You are blatantly poaching Cheng Qianhu. It won't sound good if word spreads."

Qin Wugu sighed softly, turned away and said:

"It doesn't matter if Cheng Qianli knows, I just beat him at noon.

Alas, according to my previous temperament, I will just tie you to the East China Sea.

It's a pity that you are a stubborn person, and there is no point in intimidating and forcing you."

Ji Yuan's eyes flickered and he remained silent, taking the initiative to ignore the topic.

Although he may not stay in Tianjing for a long time, following Qin Wugou to Donghai Mansion will ultimately mean he is inferior to others.

Where can I guard one place in the future and patrol the prefectures freely?

"The salt gang is a government-owned and transshipment business. Why do they recruit so many private salt dealers?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, Qin Wugou immediately changed the subject.

"That's right, there are two main types of revenue for the Yan Gang.

One is to do things for the government, and most of the money has to be handed over to the master of the Ministry of Revenue.

We still have to work hard to clear up relationships in various places, but the benefits we can reap are limited.

However, because the price of official salt is high and the quality varies, many people cannot afford it, so the private salt trade has arisen."

Ji Yuan had already done his homework and talked eloquently.

"But I remember that boiling and selling salt privately among the people is considered a serious crime, and if found, you will be beheaded.

In the prosperous dynasty 1,800 years ago, two private salt traders were desperate.

As a result, the refugees were gathered to rebel, causing wars everywhere in the world."

Qin Wugou opened the window and looked at the busy Lifu and the gang members queuing up at the Yongding River Pier.

"As long as it is profitable, there will always be people who are not afraid of beheading and are willing to tie their heads to their belts.

Precisely because private salt dealers throughout the dynasties were desperadoes, once they were forced too much, it would easily lead to disaster.

So the household simply helped up the salt gang, ate the big head on it, and then let some leftovers slip through the fingers and let it go out cold, as a reward for the meat and bones of the domestic dog."

Ji Yuan put down the teacup and said calmly:

“Big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimps.

The salt gang uses fishing for salted fish as a cover-up. As long as they join in, private salt dealers will become salted fish dealers without having to bear any guilt.

Qianhu, look at the baskets of goods shipped. There are a few fish on the surface, but there are handfuls of coarse salt underneath."

Qin Wugou's face showed a look of astonishment, he didn't expect that there was such a way.

"What's going on with this exchange?"

she asked again.

"The Salt Gang is not a good person who runs a charity. They recruit so many private salt dealers in order to make big business.

Those people go to the dock every month to get salted fish, then go back to sift the coarse salt and secretly sell it to restaurants, shops, and poor families.

Thirty percent of the amount earned will be paid as gang expenses."

Ji Yuan used to live in Nanmen Hutong in Tai'anfang, so he had a good understanding of the three religions and streams at the bottom.

"Now it is 60%, which is a full increase of half."
To be continued...