Hearing Zhu Zhanji mention Shen Wendu, Zhang Mao immediately said: "Your Highness, please wait a moment!"

Zhang Maoxian took Zhu Zhanji to a house that looked relatively clean.

Judging from the appearance, it should be the office of the prison chief.

Well, that is the office of the commander of Jinyiwei!

Zhu Zhanji sat at the head of the table and had tea served.

Only then did Zhang Mao go to take Shen Wendu with him.

After all, Shen Wendu was not Jie Jin, he was a businessman. Under the influence of Lao Zhutou, even if he was as rich as anyone in the country, his status was almost equal to that of the lowest class of people.

Naturally, Zhu Zhanji would not lower his status and take the initiative to meet him.

After waiting for about four or five minutes, a middle-aged man with bloodstained prison clothes and shackled hands and feet was brought in by two guards.

Zhang Mao should have introduced Zhu Zhanji's identity to Shen Wendu. As soon as he entered the room, Shen Wendu saw Zhu Zhanji sitting at the top, leisurely drinking tea, and immediately knelt down with a pop:

"Caomin Shen Wendu comes to see His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun!"

He spoke with a vibrato, and when he knelt on the ground, he didn't even dare to raise his head.

Seeing his appearance, Zhu Zhanji probably had suffered enough from being imprisoned, so he picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea, and said slowly:

"I heard that you are a descendant of Shen Wansan. Speaking of which, Shen Wansan is also a strange person. It's just that his mind was impure and he deserved to die. Fortunately, Taizu was generous and spared his death penalty. Since you are the descendant of Shen Wansan, you should be grateful.

Emperor Taizu is kind and kind, but you have taken refuge in Ji Gang, a national thief. Every year, you will turn in tribute to Ji Gang on time, so that Ji Gang can build soldiers and armors for evil purposes. Originally, according to the rules, even if you are delayed, it is normal.

, but..."

Zhu Zhanji paused as he spoke, glanced at Shen Wendu, and continued to sip the tea leisurely without continuing.

When Shen Wendu, who was kneeling on the ground, heard this, his face immediately showed a hint of joy, and he quickly raised his head and said:

"Your Highness, the common people are not aware of Ji Gang's rebellion. I would like to ask Your Highness to find out. The common people are willing to offer all their family wealth to show their sincerity!"

"I don't know what it means!"

Zhu Zhanji put down the tea bowl casually, glanced at Shen Wendu, and said with disdain, "Do you still think you can still make the final decision on your family wealth?"

After a pause, he looked at Zhang Mao aside and said, "Zhang Mao, tell him, what is the crime of rebellion?"

Zhang Mao came out after hearing the words, bowed to Zhu Zhanji and said: "The crime of rebellion is one of the most heinous crimes in our dynasty. It will not be pardoned. Once discovered, all comrades will be sentenced to death. Their homes will be confiscated in Lingchi.

!”

After Zhang Mao finished speaking, Zhu Zhanji looked at Shen Wendu, who was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat, and sneered: "Do you hear clearly now?"

Hearing Zhu Zhanji's voice, Shen Wendu trembled and said in a trembling voice:

“Grass…Grass people…Grass people listen clearly!”

After saying this, he immediately kowtowed heavily and begged with a hint of tears: "But the grassroots are unjust. The grassroots really don't know that Ji Gang is planning to rebel. If they knew, even if they gave the grassroots a hundred courages, the grassroots wouldn't dare."

!”

Zhu Zhanji said with a sarcastic expression: "You don't have the final say whether you are being treated unfairly or not, and I am not here to listen to you cry out about injustice!"

Shen Wendu looked desperate when he heard the first sentence, but when he heard the next sentence, hope immediately rekindled on his face, as if he had grasped the last straw, and said hurriedly:

"His Royal Highness Taisun has a place to get the common people. Even if His Highness Taisun gives orders, the common people will not hesitate to die!"

"You still have some brains!"

Seeing Shen Wendu react, Zhu Zhanji curled his lips, then took out a token from his arms, threw it in front of Shen Wendu, and then said:

"This is the identity token of Jinyiwei's Hundred Households. With this token, you will be a member of Jinyiwei from now on. You can also use it to cancel the disciplinary matters, and you can also use it to enter and leave the imperial prison. Through Zhang Mao, you are eligible to be

He came to me."

When Shen Wendu heard this, the joy on his face showed without concealing it, and he kowtowed repeatedly:

"Thank you, Taisun!"

"Don't be too hasty to thank me yet!"

Looking at Shen Wendu with a happy face, Zhu Zhanji added: "If you get something, you have to give something. From now on, every penny you earn must be handed over to me, and it must not be less than one thousand per year."

With ten thousand taels of silver, is it possible for you to do this?"

"this………"

The joy he had just felt suddenly disappeared. Shen Wendu's mind went blank at this moment. He opened his mouth, looked at Zhu Zhanji, and asked in disbelief:

"One...one thousand...ten million taels of silver?"

"Um!"

Zhu Zhanji nodded!

"His Royal Highness Taisun, the common people, the common people..."

Shen Wendu felt like he was about to cry.

Is it possible that the grandson of the emperor has no idea about money at all?

Ten million taels of silver per year?

Even if all his family property is counted, he can’t hand it over!

It is true that he can make money, but the more he earns over the years, the greater his reputation becomes, and the greater his reputation, along with all kinds of management.

Therefore, the money actually falling into his hands was not much.

So let alone 10 million taels a year, even if you chop him into pieces and sell them at taels, you won’t be able to sell them for 10 million taels!

Zhu Zhanji glanced at Shen Wendu and continued: "Of course, I also know that with your current ability, it is impossible for you to earn 10 million taels, so I will give you a chance."

Hearing this, Shen Wendu immediately took a breath and said quickly: "Please give me your instructions, Your Majesty the Grand Sun!"

Zhu Zhanji said: "In a few days, the imperial court will produce a new kind of salt. This salt will be of better quality than the best salt in the past. Not only does it not have the bitter taste of the past, but its color is even better.

Snow is white and delicate, I need you to help me sell these salts throughout the Ming Dynasty!"

"salt?"

Shen Wendu was shocked when he heard this. In the Ming Dynasty, ordinary merchants had to buy salt from the imperial court before they could participate in the sale.

As a well-known wealthy businessman in the Ming Dynasty, Shen Wendu naturally had some salt in his hands.

He clearly understands the benefits involved.

But just because he knew, he also knew how deep the water was and how many people's interests were involved.

However, thinking about his current situation, he had no other choice. Hearing this, he could only nod his head and said: "Your Highness, don't worry, the common people will definitely live up to His Highness's expectations!"

"Well, I've already made some plans about this matter. There's no need for you to sell the salt yourself. I'll ask Zhang Mao to send you out of prison later. After you get out, I'll have someone send you some of this salt.

Samples of salt, I will give you ten days. Using these samples of salt, within ten days, I need at least one hundred wealthy businessmen with a net worth of more than one million taels of silver to gather in Yingtian Mansion and tell them to participate in the auction at that time.

What a chance to get this kind of table salt Shiohiki!"

With that said, Zhu Zhanji looked at Shen Wendu and smiled and said: "Of course, if you don't accomplish this within ten days, you don't have to apologize to me or anything. Prepare a good coffin for yourself, and then

Choose a feng shui treasured place, and I will have someone organize a glorious funeral for you!"

Have a glorious funeral?

Shen Wendu felt a chill go down his spine when he heard this.

Naturally, he could tell it was good or bad after hearing this.

What kind of scenery?

I'm afraid that if I can't do this, my ashes will be raised by the great grandson in front of me, right?

But what shocked him even more was not his own funeral, but the ambition of His Highness the Grand Sun.

One hundred wealthy businessmen with a net worth of more than one million taels of silver?

Even if everyone happens to have a net worth of one million taels, that’s still ten million taels of silver, right?

Taking a deep breath, Shen Wendu did not dare to ask any more questions, and quickly nodded and agreed: "The common people will definitely live up to the expectations of the grandson, and will definitely invite a hundred wealthy businessmen with a net worth of more than one million taels of silver to Yingtian Mansion!"
Chapter completed!