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Zhao Bing slept until sunset before getting up. After eating a few snacks, Wang De ran in happily to report that the matter he had already been told. After the lotus tank was melted, he got more than 3,000 taels of gold. After the silver bricks were weighed, he had more than 103,000 taels of silver, totaling 500,000 taels, and all of them were arranged. He also sent a team of guards led by Faben to stay on the boat, so as not to leak information. Then he threw all the rags into the sea in front of others on the deck, and many people saw it.

"The matter is done well. When you arrive in Qiongzhou, the gold and silver will be under your control. As our capital for business, it will be doubled several times in a few years. At that time, we will never worry about money anymore. But now we are shut up, and we will talk about it when the limelight is over." Zhao Bing pushed the plate of dim sum to Wang De and said.

As for how to use it, Zhao Bing has not planned yet, but he must have some hope with others, otherwise who is willing to follow you and obey your orders. Especially these eunuchs, they can no longer have families and descendants, so they have long seen through their future and fame and fortune, and only wealth can give them the greatest comfort. And they are surrounded by themselves all day long, and they can't escape the eyes of these people, and maybe someone's eyeliner may be sold by them one day. Before they can completely control power, they can only win over, corrupt, and turn them into their own people.

"How can you be good? The young man doesn't ask for anything else. When I get old, your highness can give you a small mansion like Zhao Ruogang to support you." Wang Demei said with a smile.

"The house is too small, so it must be twice as big as that one." Zhao Bing tried to stretch out his arms and draw a big circle. Anyway, this is still a matter of nowhere. It doesn't matter if the leader does this. If he didn't want to make the cake, he wouldn't have ended in the late Song Dynasty!

"That little man will thank Your Highness first!" Wang Deqian said thankfully.

"Okay, I'll send someone to see how Chen Chen is doing. If I can survive tonight, maybe I'll be saved!" Zhao Bingxu helped him and ordered. He knew that these eunuchs had become sophisticated and the play was better than what he did.

"Your Highness, I used some ordinary things to cure Chen's injuries that day. I didn't have any medicine. Did Your Highness add some magic medicine to it?" Wang De called Xiaohuangmen to ask, and he closed the door and asked quietly.

"Didn't you see it all? Come and ask me!" Zhao Bing ate the snack and drank the water.

"Then your highness must have cast a spell and invited the immortal to give him spiritual medicine." Wang De said. He heard Ni Liang say that the spiritual medicine made after His Highness cast a spell on the plague ship saved everyone.

"Fuck, where did the gods hire? Who saw so many people? Hey, do you want to be a doctor or someone asks you?" Zhao Bing suddenly realized something was wrong when he heard this. He asked what he did and asked alertly.

"Your Highness, you don't have the talent to study medicine. But you think that as long as you cure Chen Chen, your Highness will become famous all over the city. Someone will inevitably seek medical treatment from the mansion. At that time, we can sell it to them at a high price, which would be a considerable income!" Wang De said with a smile.

"Well, this idea is good, but I can't go out to the clinic and treat people's illnesses!" Zhao Bing said in a funny way. Wang De came when he said it, but he was also right. It was really a way to make money. But he knew that he had to treat illnesses on the boat. He had to treat Chen Renweng's injuries and had to add a blind cat to meet a dead mouse, but it's not possible to meet it now!

"Well, not everyone has this ability to do it, it's a pity." Wang De said regretfully.

"Although it doesn't work, it's a Taoist..." Zhao Bing muttered. Wang De didn't hear what His Highness said clearly. Seeing that His Highness frowned and looked solemn, he knew that he had entered a state of meditation again and did not dare to disturb him again...

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In the next two days, Zhao Bing had not been worried about anything. Chen Renweng's condition improved greatly, the wound infection was controlled, and new meat grew. People could already speak and eat, but they were weak and needed to be recuperated. However, Zhao Bing, who was guilty, still did not dare to take it lightly, worried that Jiang Ju would fight back, so he did not dare to go out of the palace to make money again. But in the past two days, the city was killed in the sky and dark, with hundreds of heads falling to the ground and hanging high on the top of the city.

"Guangzhou is really rich!" Zhao Bing looked through the recent results. He killed nearly 200 people the day before yesterday and yesterday two days. These were all rebellious and officials who participated in the expropriation of the city and surrendered to the enemy. Now there are nearly 1,000 people in the city to settle down, most of which are merchants who colluded with the enemy, caravans affiliated with the Mongols, and side branches of the Pu family. Now the income from the house search is equivalent to more than 1,400 copper coins and 200,000 stones of grain. More than 400 large and small sea boats were seized, including houses and shops. Zhao Bing could no longer be described as shock when he saw these numbers. It can be said that he was ecstatic. The funds raised by the house search were far beyond his estimate.

In his previous life, Zhao Bing also knew that the Song Dynasty was rich, but this concept was very abstract. There were also many debates about the Song Dynasty's GDP billion. Some of them praised them and some of them derogatory them, but no one denied that the Song Dynasty had a lot of money. His first feeling about the Song Dynasty was poor. It was okay for him to be poor, but ******* was so poor that he relied on the help of the old ministers who served the kings everywhere to live. He never felt the sourness of spending money.

When Zhao Bing decided to fight Guangzhou, he was also nervous for a long time. One was worried that he could not defeat it; the other was afraid that he would not be able to fight it; the other was afraid that he would have spent a long time to gain nothing. But thinking that Guangzhou was a big port that had been prosperous for hundreds of years, it was said that it was a wealthy businessman in history, with more than 100,000 guan and more than one million guan. Those rich businessmen engaged in overseas trade had an annual income of tens of millions of guan. The people in the palace praised Guangzhou when they mentioned it, saying that it was a prosperous place second only to Lin'an, so they still made up their minds to fight.

Zhao Bing thought that although Guangzhou had changed hands twice after the rise of Quanzhou, it would definitely cause damage and lead to capital outflow. However, a lean camel is always bigger than a horse, and it is easier to raise funds than other places. However, he did not expect that these powerful people and corrupt officials would have such a strong family background. Only a dozen companies would get so rich, and these are still what remains after the disaster. It seems that the records in historical books are still reliable.

Thinking about how he had earned less than one million yuan from Zhao Ruogang's house, he was complacent. He was so ridiculous that he was hiding what he was afraid of knowing. Looking at the number of "meat tickets" on the list, Zhao Bing felt that his heart was beating faster and his eyes were green. If he did these people again, wouldn't he be rich enough to compete with a country, and he wouldn't be afraid even if he ran to the ends of the world...
Chapter completed!