It's dawn!

Hu Shanxiang helped Zhu Zhanji get up, wash and dress.

Looking at Hu Shanxiang who was so close, Zhu Zhanji had a smile on his face: "I am very satisfied with your performance last night. I will give you the same reward in a few days!"

Hu Shanxiang lowered his head and did not dare to speak. The neck exposed under his clothes turned white and red.

………

In the yard, Zhu Gaochi got up early and was practicing his sword!

Zhu Zhanji stopped and said hello:

"Dad, did you get up so early today?"

"Hey, son is up?"

Zhu Gaochi stopped, wiped his sweat, looked at Zhu Zhanji, smiled awkwardly but politely:

"Isn't this something I'm used to before? I can't change it in a while!"

Zhu Zhanji gave him a meaningful look, then looked around and saw his mother, so he walked over, then quietly took out a banknote from his arms and handed it over:

"Save the flowers and don't let mother see it. If mother sees it, don't tell me what I gave it to you. I won't admit it even if you tell me!"

"Hey, hey!"

Zhu Gaochi's eyes widened when he saw the banknote. He took it without saying a word and looked at the denomination:

"Two hundred thousand taels of grain silver!"

Suddenly the smiling eyes on his face narrowed into slits, and he nodded hurriedly: "I know, I know, don't you feel at ease when dad is doing something?"

Zhu Zhanji rolled his eyes when he heard this. Only a ghost would believe this!

However, he still warned: "Dad, I have to explain this to you clearly. The banknote is given to you, but don't turn around and use the money to reward those beauties from the Western Regions, otherwise next time

I don’t dare to give you money anymore, you know your health!”

When Zhu Gaochi heard this, his face immediately turned red. He waved his hand and said with disgust: "Go, go, go and do your thing. Are you and I like that?"

Zhu Zhanji curled his lips, too lazy to say anything more.

Otherwise, we should not say that this is our biological father, and we cannot favor one biological father and mother over the other.

I know that this stupid dad has been busy contacting old ministers from the Prince's Palace recently because of the newspaper incident, and he has also spent a lot of personal money.

Zhu Zhanji was really worried about handing over this money to this stupid father. Money was a small matter, but if he really let those beauties from the Western Regions empty his body, his guilt would be huge.

After giving the money, Zhu Zhanji planned to go to work and clock in.

But just after taking two steps, Zhu Gaochi grabbed him again and asked in a low voice:

"By the way, son, did Xinyan earn this money?"

"Um!"

Zhu Zhanji nodded.

Recently, new salt has begun to make money one after another, and new salt agents in various places have recently come with money.

Shen Wendu collects it on his behalf, and then the Ministry of Revenue approves the receipt, and then gets the salt. The Ministry of Revenue gets the salt price of 40 cents, and then gets the agency fee and 30% of the profit from the snowflake salt.

Zhu Zhanji only received 40 cents less per kilogram of salt than Hubu, so even though most of the new salt merchants still haven't received their money due to transportation problems.

But in places close to Yingtian, various funds have already arrived.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to get 200,000 taels of notes at once.

Zhu Gaochi's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he was a little curious: "Son, tell dad, how much did this new salt earn?"

"Dad, why do you ask this?"

Zhu Zhanji was a little wary. Two hundred thousand taels of silver was to honor his parents.

No matter how much money he has, he has his own plans.

Even though he is a little richer now, he still has a lot to spend money on. If he really needs to use it, the money he earns from Xinyan is really not enough to build a new business.

Zhu Gaochi looked at Zhu Zhanji's suspicious eyes and said somewhat depressedly: "Look at you kid, you still don't believe your father?"

After a pause, Zhu Gaochi explained: "It's not that I have been busy running newspapers recently, and I just thought that it would not be enough to rely on the group of people I used to go out to the Prince's Mansion, so I planned to hold a literary meeting and then put it together."

I talked to them about the newspaper. If I had the opportunity to publish some articles for them, they would definitely not refuse. In this way, it would be a win-win situation for both parties. They would have a place to publish articles, and the newspaper would also be able to

Use their fame to expand their influence!"

When Zhu Zhanji heard what his silly father said, he immediately nodded.

This statement still makes sense. What literati care about most is nothing but fame.

For newspapers to publish articles for them, it is simply a great honor for them.

After all, this newspaper bears the name of the royal family.

Once your article appears in a newspaper and is later taken out, that is capital.

Moreover, given his status as a silly father, if he holds a literary gathering, a large number of literati and poets will definitely gather there.

At that time, it was also a disguised publicity for the newspaper's appearance, and with some literary figures writing a few articles, the newspaper's reputation would definitely spread immediately.

As fame spreads, the newspaper's influence will grow, and its role will become even greater.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhanji said: "Okay, Dad, how much do you think it will cost to organize this cultural event?"

Hearing Zhu Zhanji's agreement, Zhu Gaochi immediately smiled, and with his chubby fingers, he began to settle the accounts for Zhu Zhanji, saying:

"Look, son, first of all, we need a place to hold a cultural conference. I heard that Jiangnan Guild Hall is a good place with a good view, so I planned to put the place in Jiangnan Guild Hall. I asked someone to ask and booked Jiangnan.

The guild hall needs about five thousand taels of silver per day, and if there is a cultural gathering, it cannot be two days a day, so let’s count it for seven days, which is thirty-five thousand taels of silver!"

Zhu Zhanji nodded, the price was considered cheap.

He previously held a new salt auction at the Huainan Guild Hall, and the price per day was 7,000 taels.

Seeing Zhu Zhanji nodding, Zhu Gaochi continued to settle the score: "This literary meeting also requires drinks, right? After all, I am the prince, so the drinks are cheap, at least they are Qiulubai from Shandong, right?"

Zhu Zhanji knew about Qiulubai. This wine emerged during the Yuan Dynasty. In this era, it was almost equivalent to Maotai in later generations.

It has been written into poems by many literati, and even appeared in Li Shizhen's "Compendium of Materia Medica".

But being famous also means being expensive.

Sure enough, the next moment, Zhu Gaochi continued with his fingers: "Look, son, a jar of Qiulubai is worth twenty taels of silver. If one person counts one jar of wine a day, then it must be at least one or two thousand jars, right? Then

That’s four to fifty thousand taels of silver!”

"Then if you have wine, you have to have food. With food, you have to invite some people to join in the fun, right? This is another amount of money. A table of food and other things is considered twenty taels, which is five thousand taels. Then

And everyone, let’s count it as three thousand taels per person. Let’s invite a dozen or so people. This is another thirty or forty thousand taels. And if someone else writes a good article, we have to get some lottery rewards or something, right?

Without further ado, do you want ten or twenty thousand taels of silver?"

Zhu Zhanji felt dizzy after hearing this. Seeing that his stupid father was still trying to settle accounts for him, he quickly interrupted: "Dad, just tell me how much it will cost. I still have to go to the Qing Palace. !”

When Zhu Gaochi heard this, he immediately stretched out three fingers and said with a smile: "Hey, not many, just these!"

Zhu Zhanji: “…”

"Three hundred thousand taels?"

After hesitating for a moment, he didn't believe it and said: "Dad, you always tell me, does it really cost so much to hold a literary party? You are not using this excuse to defraud me of my money, are you?"

When Zhu Gaochi heard Zhu Zhanji's words, his face straightened up. His fat face was full of unhappiness and he said: "You kid, why are you talking? Why did I lie to you, your father? Didn't I figure it all out for you? , Venue, food and drinks, lottery, everyone please, cook, maid..."

"Definitely..."

Seeing that his stupid father wanted to settle accounts with him again, Zhu Zhanji quickly interrupted.

If my stupid dad keeps going like this, he will definitely be late for clocking in for work today.

At the same time, he also figured out why this stupid dad practiced swordplay in the yard early in the morning for a long time. This was definitely premeditated.

After hesitating for a moment and thinking about it, Zhu Zhanji slowly took out a banknote from his arms and handed it over.

Zhu Gaochi took the banknote and couldn't wait to look at the numbers on it. When he saw the six big words "500,000 taels of silver" on it, he was stunned for a moment, and then his little eyes narrowed again the next moment. .

"Son, you always say, how much does Xinyan earn?"

It's no wonder Zhu Gaochi is curious, given his understanding of his son.

He had previously given himself a banknote worth two hundred thousand taels, so this son would never give his mother less than this amount.

In this way, it is at least 400,000 taels, and then it is 500,000 taels, which is almost one million taels of silver.

And knowing a son is like a father, this son can take out almost one million taels of silver without blinking an eye, which means that the amount in his pocket is at least ten times more than this amount.

That's ten million taels of silver.

If he calculated based on the lowest standard, the real figure might be two or three times higher, or even more, which would be more than two to thirty million taels of silver.

Thinking of this, Zhu Gaochi's eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Zhu Zhanji.

Why did he oppose Zhu Di's Northern Expedition? Wasn't it because he was poor?
To be continued...