The happy life of a prodigal

When the man heard this, the expression on his face became even more strange, and he asked curiously, "Don't you know?"

"Don't know what?" the crowd asked.

"An Guogong is fine, he was not assassinated at all, it's all rumors, nothing more than rumors." The man said.

Several people listened, looked at each other, and immediately shook their heads: "How is it possible, the news of An Guogong's assassination has spread throughout the entire Kyoto Prefecture, and even a child in the entire Kyoto Prefecture knows that An Guogong is gone. This is also crying.

You said that An Guogong was not assassinated, is it all a rumor?Could it be that everyone in the capital has listened to the rumors? "

The man had a strange expression on his face: "According to what you've said, people in the whole of Kyoto have indeed listened to rumors."

"Hey, why are you so disobedient? It's clearly a fact, not a rumor, that's all. Since you don't want to sell dividends, then don't sell them, keep them in your hands, and you will lose money sooner or later!"

"Of course I won't listen to persuasion!" The man said with a firm face, "Because I met An Guogong yesterday! An Guogong is alive and kicking, and everything is fine together. Wherever he was assassinated, it is obviously a rumor. If you say it, you won't listen to it." Persuasion, or you don't listen to the persuasion!"

When everyone heard this, they were surprised: "Duke An really wasn't assassinated?"

"really!"

The voice fell, and there was a sudden noise behind him.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and then saw a familiar figure.

"An Guogong! It's An Guogong who is here!"

After the words fell, everyone showed shock on their faces. They turned their heads to look, but they couldn't see anything clearly in the vast crowd.

But listening to the discussion, the person who came was indeed An Guogong.

so......

Are the ones I heard really rumors?

This......

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

At this time, the door of the exchange suddenly opened.

"Today's trading is going on as normal!"

The traders on the exchange shouted loudly.

A few people stood in front of the door, but they were a little at a loss, not knowing what to do.

They came here with the intention of selling dividends, originally thinking of selling all the dividends.

However, he did not expect that Duke An would not be assassinated.

That being the case, should the dividend be sold or not?

If I don't sell it, I always feel uneasy in my heart. The price of the dividend has dropped so much yesterday.

If today, the price of dividends has dropped so much, what should I do?

If they sell, An Guogong has not been assassinated, and the exchange is still guaranteed. If they are all sold, the price of the dividends will rise again. Wouldn't they be at a loss?

Therefore, standing still, I don't know what to do for a while.

until a voice came from behind.

"The people in front, what kind of road is blocked, go in quickly!"

"That's right, I didn't see so many people behind me!"

There was a commotion.

Several people looked at each other, and they all quickly made a decision and walked into the exchange.

"Trader, sell our dividends!"

"Only sell half, and keep the rest."

Chu people are best at the doctrine of the mean.

The so-called moderation means that there is a margin for everything, and it is reflected in the exchange, that is, half of the dividends are reserved and half is sold.

When one does it, the rest follow suit.

As a result, the price of this dividend is still falling.

But the rate of decline was much smaller than yesterday.

Even so, the price of dividends still shocked everyone.

After all, everything is black at first glance, and no one can keep calm.

Finally, someone shouted again: "Throw it away! Throw it all away!"

Then, another group of people shouted: "Throw it! Throw it! Throw it!"

The price of dividends stabilized for less than half an hour before taking a sharp turn again.

Seeing this scene, the steward of a certain Fangfu frowned slightly, and glanced at the young master's letter in his hand again.

After confirming that there were no mistakes in the letter, he walked towards the trader with a firm face.

The first thousand and 170 chapters are not enough to catch fast

"I'll buy 1000 taels of silver for each of these dividends."

"It's all sold, right?" The trader didn't raise his eyes, but just checked the account on his own: "What's your name and what's the serial number?"

Guan had reported his name and serial number in advance, but before he could speak, he heard the trader frowning: "You don't have any dividends on this account at all, how can you sell it?"

The steward was not angry, but just repeated it calmly: "What I said is, these dividends are each bought for 1000 taels of silver."

"..." The trader was surprised when he heard this, then his eyes widened, and he looked at the manager in disbelief.

"What did you say? Buy 1000 taels of silver each?"

Surprised, the trader asked, "Are you sure you're buying so much at this time? You'll need 1 taels of silver together."

The steward nodded and said, "That's right, you don't have to ask so many questions, just buy it."

Hearing this, the trader opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing the steward's expression, he still didn't open his mouth after all.

How did that sentence say, good words can't persuade a damned person.

Obviously, there is still a lot of room for the dividends to decline. At this time, buying a large number of dividends, isn't this asking for death?

With so much money, if you are not careful, you may lose everything. I really don't know what this guy thinks.

Such a person can have 1 taels of silver, it is really unfair!

The trader thought so in his heart, but the expression on his face did not change at all. He just bought a dividend of 1 taels of silver according to his request.

It is because of his large purchases, a piece of brand, looking around, some cinnabar red finally appeared in the black.

It was this bit of cinnabar red that made the entire exchange quiet.

Everyone was staring at these cinnabar reds, like a drowning person who finally caught a piece of driftwood, a suffocating person finally got a chance to breathe.

"It's up! It's up! It's finally up!" Someone shouted.

But this cry was quickly drowned out by a burst of discussion.

After all, everyone still feels that the price of this dividend will still drop.

There are still people who keep selling their dividends.

However, the rate of decline in dividends has slowed down after all.

Time passed minute by minute.

Near dusk, the total value of dividends from the entire exchange decreased by nearly [-]%, but it never reached [-]%.

Compared with a day ago, it is a good result.

And all this is due to the steward's 1 taels of silver.

If it weren't for his 1 taels of silver, let alone dusk, it might not even be noon. The seventh rule... that is, the rule for suspending trading will be triggered again.

Fortunately, this is not the case today, after all, it gave some people a little bit of confidence.

"The exchange hasn't fallen yet..."

............

At this moment.

In the Nuan Pavilion of Wenyuan Pavilion.

Fang Xiu sat on the grand master's chair on both sides, and Zhao Hao took the lead.

Sitting opposite him was Yan Zhuang, Chief Assistant of the Cabinet.

Next to them sat the Cabinet Master, the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, the Minister of the Ministry of Households, the Minister of the Ministry of War, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials and other princes.

Only the servant of the Ministry of Rites was absent.

After all, it was because of King Ning's affairs that had some impact on the Ministry of Rites.

In fact, they are all irrelevant things, because Fang Xiu didn't take the Ministry of Rites to heart at the beginning.

With so many people gathered together, it is naturally impossible for King Ning to discuss the matter.

If it is about King Ning, it must be the three great scholars, the prince, and Fang Xiu, and there can be no more people besides them.

These people gathered together, and after discussing the results, they reported to His Majesty, and then His Majesty made a decision.

Then talk about it in the early court, and the matter of King Ning is over.

Although King Ning was a rebel, he was once a prince after all, so it was impossible for civil and military officials to decide his fate in the early court.

This time, they gathered together to discuss something else.

It was Zhang Maoshi, the servant of the household department, who spoke at the beginning.

"My lords, the pros and cons of this exchange, I have just said that the money in the household department must be freed up and used in the exchange. Although it is like falling into the water, it is not the case in reality. This point, Just now Duke An also agreed..."

Zhang Maoshi spent a long time trying to convince the three elders to pay attention to the exchange.

However, it is obvious that the three elders have never been to the stock exchange, so they don't know how powerful the stock exchange is.

Hey......

No matter what, it is enough for An Guogong to pay attention to it.

He sighed silently, and said: "There is another matter, which is also a trouble now. I should have brought it up in the court that morning, but because of Lord He Wenlin's affairs, I didn't have the chance... .

It is the people from Kyoto Prefecture. Because of the road construction some time ago, a large number of people came to Kyoto Prefecture to find a job, and because the output of various workshops has increased, people are needed, and there are rickshaws. Many people earn money. Arrived in silver.

Again, a large number of people were attracted from various state capitals. Some of these people had a place to live, while others had no place to live and had to live outside the city.

They built a thatched hut outside the city and gathered together, not to mention whether the thatched hut can keep out the cold in this winter, but just talking about so many young people, there will inevitably be a lot of conflicts.

During this period of time, because of these people, there were not enough police officers in Kyoto Prefecture, and even recruited another group of police officers, it was still not enough. "

The Secretary of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs next to him nodded and said: "That's true. Recently, because of these miscellaneous matters, the Ministry of Criminal Justice has a lot more cases than before. In addition, the Ministry of Criminal Justice does not have enough arrests... It is indeed a trouble."

When everyone heard this, they all understood.

After hearing this, Fang Xiu understood... nothing more than a series of problems caused by too many migrant workers.

The household servant said: "I feel that there should be a way to solve these problems."

Ouyang Ge said in an old way: "This is a matter of your household department. People who come from various prefectures are counted in the register, and they are restricted from entering the capital. How to do it, the household department can discuss and come up with a method and submit it."

Elder Liu Ge who was standing next to him shook his head: "That's not right... Kyoto Prefecture is now so much more prosperous than before, it is because these people from various prefectures, if they are counted in the register, restricting travel is equivalent to restricting travel in the past. Although they have saved a lot of trouble by leaving the village, the disadvantages outweigh the benefits.

If things go on like this, the entire Kyoto Prefecture will be like a pool of stagnant water...not right, not right. "

Hearing this, Mr. Ouyang Ge thought for a while, but didn't say anything, obviously he was persuaded by Mr. Liu Ge.

The two talked for a long time, but still did not come up with a solution.

Zhang Maoshi, the servant of the household department, looked at them and asked, "What should I do?"

Chapter 170 Hongmen Banquet?

Yes.

After all, the problem needs a solution.