Guangdong, Guangzhou.

This is a very wide house. The door of the mansion is several feet wide. It is wearing silk and satin. A noble businessman is pouring in endlessly. A horizontal plaque is hanging on the door of the mansion.

"Guangdong Chamber of Commerce."

This is the base camp of Guangdong businessmen, a place that controls billions of wealth and has no poverty.

Not far from the Guangdong Chamber of Commerce, there is a construction site. At this moment, there are jingling sounds constantly. More than a thousand masons are busy in a building about three meters high. It is the construction site and the new headquarters of the Guangdong Chamber of Commerce.

Those who don’t know how to build a watchtower castle, but the construction period is not yet halfway, and the estimated height is nine zhang.

So when the Guangzhou Government Office learned about it, it said that it would not approve the construction procedures.

What a good guy, the city tower is only a few feet tall. You are taller than two city walls. Can you station troops and rebel?

Fortunately, the Guangdong Chamber of Commerce has great energy and the government does not approve it. People directly found the government office and told the reason.

It turned out that after seeing the new bridge, this group of businessmen in Guangdong turned their minds and began to study how to build a tall building to maximize the land area.

This idea was strongly supported by the left governor of Guangdong, Zeng Wenji, and he said so.

"The Guangdong Chamber of Commerce has always been the flag bearer of our Guangdong reform. Land reform is also reform. Building high-rise buildings can save a lot of land area. This is a good thing. If feasible, I will also build a new Guangdong Provincial Government Office, and move all the yamen in the province into new office buildings. I can even consider building six or seven-story houses to move the people into it."

With the support of the province, the Guangdong Chamber of Commerce immediately began to work, a headquarters building covering an area of ​​15 acres started construction and groundbreaking in Guangzhou.

"All people are here."

On the main hall, Zheng Duo, the president of Guangdong Business, looked around and confirmed that he was not absent from the membership, solemnly said: "I would like to gather today for a big event and a big event that is earth-shaking."

Earth-turning?

Everyone was shocked, why? Are you planning to lead everyone to rebel?

Zheng Duo did not give everyone time to be puzzled, but said directly: "Two days ago, Senator Zhao from the Guangdong Provincial Administration and Commissioner found me, hoping to borrow 500 sea boats from my Guangdong Chamber of Commerce, saying that I would go to India, but I couldn't get it out of my own, so I came to you, one to make up for this number, and the other to the other, and I also hope that everyone knows this."

Guangdong Provincial Administrator borrowed 500 sea ships?

Everyone was frowning because they were unnatural. Guangdong businessmen had always been clear about economics and had a very keen sense of business. Just from Zheng Duo's explanation, they smelled an unusual smell.

"Not only our chambers of commerce in Guangdong, Fujian and Zhejiang, most of the sea ships were borrowed by the imperial court."

Zheng Duo picked up the tea bowl and drank slowly, his eyelids sagging slightly: "How much does India have to do? The court needs to start borrowing boats from us to pack."

The hall was quiet, and everyone was guessing and estimating in their hearts.

"Last year, the imperial court claimed victory in India, and this year I borrowed a boat, probably to draw trophy."

Some well-informed people spoke first, which immediately caused a lot of discussion.

"The court will collect profits. What impact will this have on us? If the court wants to borrow a boat, just borrow it. If you collect less rent, you should also support the court."

Zheng Duo did not respond, but looked at himself on the right side, where there was still a person sitting.

"Liangsheng, your cousin works in the Guangdong Federation of Industry and Commerce, so don't hide it. Let me tell everyone what the imperial court did when he went to India this time."

The man called Liangsheng cleared his throat and said after the hall calmed down.

"You can tell the specific situation of India and how much tax the imperial court is preparing to impose in India."

"I don't know."

Jin Liangsheng smiled slightly, reached out and stroked a seven-pointer.

"Seven taxes and one?"

A chirping voice sounded: "That's really not low. We are only thirty-one taxes and one taxes, which are more than four times higher than our tuition."

Although I felt that India's taxes were heavy, everyone still couldn't relieve their confusion. After all, the imperial court's tax collection in India had nothing to do with them, and the tuitions they received could not be given to them.

Jin Liangsheng shook his head, then said with a serious expression: "It's not seven taxes, one, but ten taxes, seven."

"Bang!"

The crisp sound of the tea bowl falling and shattering sounded one after another, followed by a shock.

"How many? Ten taxes and seven?"

If you plant a hundred kilograms of grain and pay 70 kilograms, this proportion will only occur if the tenants hired by the farmer. The court turned all the people of India into serfs. What about the self-cultivating farmers and semi-cultivating farmers who own the land?

"Now you know what the imperial court has done to second the sea ships."

Jin Liangsheng stood up and walked slowly step by step.

"I heard that the treasury of Indian states has been sealed. The grain and mineral savings owned by the former North Delhi Sultanate now belong to our Ming Dynasty. The imperial court will probably have to pull more than a dozen back and forth to load them all."

Speaking of this, Jin Liang turned around and said seriously: "If such a large amount of food is transported in every year, you can imagine the consequences."

No one is a fool, and businessmen are not even a fool.

Jin Liangsheng said this, and everyone gasped.

"Grain price, land price!"

India has more than 40 million people, and its farming area is no less than that of the Ming Dynasty. It also has a unique and vast Ganges Plain, plus 70% of the super high grain tax, it is no exaggeration to say that only one India can raise half of the Ming people!

Adding Jiaozhi and Siam, two major grain transport sources, seems to be growing or not in short supply in the Ming Dynasty?

"So, before the people in China know this news, we need to sell the grain and the land as soon as possible."

Zheng Duo took over Jin Liangsheng's words at this time.

"A earth-shaking change has begun. Everyone, if we make mistakes in the next step, we may lose all our wealth accumulated over generations of hard work.

Our Guangdong businessmen have always been united and worked together, so after Liangsheng and I learned the news, we immediately called you to inform you of this matter, just because we didn’t want any company to fall a big fuss.”

"That's true, but in a hurry, where can I sell the dozens of warehouses of Siam rice in my business? There are still more than 20,000 acres of land, who is willing to take over?"

A rice merchant stood up and cried anxiously, and his head was sweating profusely.

"Yeah yeah."

Many businessmen with private land began to scratch their heads. Such a heavy and shocking message came, which shocked them all.

At this moment, Zheng Duo pondered for a moment before speaking.

"I have a way, that is, I don't know if you are willing to do it."

"Oh, my president, my brother Qianyi, please tell me quickly. Brothers' lives are all on the land and grain."

In amid the sarcasm, Zheng Duo looked at everyone and said in a deep voice: "Burn the granary!"

In the main hall, there was a silence.

Since ancient times, it has been unheard of forcing food to burn on fire.

"So what if you burn grain? Selling grain at a higher price is violated by the national law and you will be beheaded."

The rice merchant thought Zheng Duo was planning to hoard goods and engage in hunger marketing, and his head was like a rattle.

What a joke, the low price of grain is nothing more than the loss of family wealth. However, by burning grain to sell at a higher price, it means putting one's head under the ghost knife, and the family property must be confiscated, and the family will be lost for the rest of their lives.

"Cooking grain is just to stimulate the sale of grain, not to increase the price."

Zheng Duo explained: "Now you sell, you just sell at a lower price. We merchants who are able to eat will not buy it. The daily use of ordinary people cannot eat the millions of stones of grain stored in your warehouse. So, you lose at least 80% of the time. Now you burn half of it, and it makes a news that the food is in short supply. After the winter, the price of grain in Guangdong is likely to rise, which stimulates the people to buy quickly at the current price. The profit may not be as good as the half you burned, but it can make up for 30%.

By doing this, your losses will be up to 20%, and 20% compared to 80%. You can choose your own choice. And as long as you don’t raise the price, it will not be considered a violation of national laws, isn’t it?”

The two evils are the least.

No one knows how much food there is in India, and no one knows how the imperial court plans to deal with such a massive amount of food that the imperial court brings back. The official warehouses of several provinces in Jiangnan must not be able to hold it, and the wine cannot be used up. The grain is released and it will be completely destroyed in no time. No one can guarantee whether the imperial court will directly put this batch of food into the market for free.

Once that time comes, all the major grain merchants will be finished.

"Forget it, I have to do that."

The rice merchants looked at me and I looked at you, and they began to think about it quickly. In the end, they really felt that this was the best way at the moment, so they stamped their feet and gritted their teeth to vote.

Shortly after a group of merchants from the Guangdong Chamber of Commerce discussed countermeasures all night, granaries in various parts of Guangdong went out of water and ignited huge fires.

This fire directly burned Yan Zhen into the palace. The former grain chief from Zhejiang ran into the palace overnight to ask for a meeting with Zhu Yunwen.

"What did he come to me in the middle of the night?"

Zhu Yunwen was woken up during a deep sleep and waved his hand a little badly: "I've gone to bed, let him talk about anything tomorrow."

The little eunuch who was serving bowed and took the order and left. Soon, a series of deafening bells sounded outside the Qianqing Gate.

Yan Zhenzhi, who was so bold, dared to ring the bell late at night!

"He's still wrong."

Zhu Yunwen had a little dissatisfaction, but it can be seen from this that it must be a major national event. He had to endure his tiredness, get up and put on his clothes, and send someone to summon Yan Zhen in. The latter's first words changed Zhu Yunwen's expression.
Chapter completed!