Malicious Medical Princess of the Marquis House

It's a mess down there, when will there be results?

The Son of Heaven pointed to the hall and seemed a little dissatisfied.

The emperor wanted to know how much his calligraphy could sell for.

Everyone is curious, and the emperor is no exception.

Bai Zhong broke into a cold sweat, Your Majesty, wait a moment, someone has already started bidding.

where?

The emperor was very curious, why he didn't see anyone bidding.

Bai Zhong pointed to a young businessman in a corner of the hall who was pretending to be coercive with a fan, Your Majesty, please look, it's that person, he's going to bid.

Oh?

The emperor's eyebrows moved slightly, his eyes were very complicated.

The other grandsons also had strange expressions.

Because the bastard who pretended to be coercive with a fan is the grandson of the emperor, and the cousins ​​of the emperor's grandsons who were present, surnamed Huang Ming Qu Bing,

Huang Qubing has been frail since childhood and has been raised in the warm south all year round.

When I grew up and returned to Beijing, I also lived in Beimangshan Hot Spring Courtyard, and rarely returned to Beijing.

There are very few people in the capital who are familiar with him, and many people have not even seen him, and they will subconsciously ignore him.

But for the grandsons, no matter how unfamiliar they are, their cousins ​​can still recognize them.

Seeing Huang Qubing dancing a fan, pretending to be romantic and suave, as a cousin, it's really embarrassing.

It seems that the emperor is even more embarrassed than the grandsons.

Having such a grandson on the stall is a bit of a heartbreak.

The emperor coughed lightly and asked Chen Dachang beside him, When did he come back? How come I don't know?

The moment Chen Dachang recognized Huang Qubing, his brain was already turning.

For the various questions that the Son of Heaven will ask next, he already has a case in mind.

He bowed and replied, Report to Your Majesty, Young Master Qubing returned to Beijing three days ago, and made a special trip to participate in today's bidding conference.

The emperor snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied, It's rare to come back to Beijing, don't you know how to go to the palace to ask for peace?

Chen Dachang joked: Young Master Qubing loves money more.

I think he got into the eyes of money.

After a pause, the emperor asked again: What kind of product is he bidding for? He wants a golden signboard, why didn't he know he went to the palace and asked me for it?

Chen Dachang is hard to say.

The emperor turned his head and called Liu Zhao's name, Tell me, why don't you ask me directly if you want a golden signboard, but you have to spend money to buy it?

Liu Zhao turned his head, bowed and said, Maybe it's more convincing if you bought it.

The emperor snorted, According to what you said, all the golden signboards I personally sent out are not worthy of their names, are they?

The King of Chu stood aside, rejoicing in misfortune.

Instead, he wanted to see how Liu Zhao answered the proposition.

Liu Zhao said calmly, It is of course a great honor for the father of the emperor to bestow the golden signboard himself. But behind this, it is inevitable that power will be involved. Whether people go for the golden signboard or for the power behind them, I don't know. But from here, the golden signboard bought from this hall has nothing to do with power, but only about business reputation.

When the King of Chu heard this, he frowned slightly. When did Liu Zhao become so articulate, and he solved the problem with ease.

The King of Chu looked at Liu Zhao secretly. Could it be that Liu Zhao learned from Gu Jiu?

Gu Jiu is really Liu Zhao's virtuous inner helper.

The emperor nodded, obviously agreeing with Liu Zhao's statement.

According to you, business can't be involved with power?

Liu Zhao bowed his head and said, My grandson does believe that business cannot be involved with power, otherwise there will be no fair competition and the survival of the fittest.

A business that sells moldy and spoiled food will soon go out of business if he has no power. The reality will teach him that business is business, and he can't cheat.

But once he has power, let alone mildew and spoilage, even if it is poisonous food, he can still sell it without worrying about bankruptcy. Maybe they can monopolize the food business in one place and one city.

Brother Zhao, you keep saying that business can't be mixed with power. So, is the business done by younger brothers and sisters considered to be mixed with power? The King of Chu asked aloud.

The atmosphere in the private room cooled down instantly, feeling a bit tense.

God did not stop him.

Liu Zhao smiled and pointed to the outside hall, King Chu look outside, is this business, or is it power? My wife is the wife of a grandson, but does she have power? Does she use power to oppress people?

One more thing, is there any power in the bank opened by the Shaofu? Have. But is the Shaofu in business, using power to oppress people? Have you used power to snatch business? No.

Shaofu's bank, everything operates according to business rules, only talking about business, not about power. The emperor's grandfather and grandson thought that the bank opened by the Shaofu had a good start.

The King of Chu wanted to refute, but the emperor waved his hand to stop it.

The King of Chu could only swallow all the unspoken words.

The emperor pointed to the outside hall, Everyone should take a closer look and see clearly. When you go back, you will write a political comment on the matter and hand in it.

Several grandsons had bitter expressions on their faces.

To write articles, but also to write political commentaries, is terrible!

When I was studying, I was ignorant and incompetent. When I grew up, I couldn't escape homework.

In the past, these pressures were borne by the princes. That is to say, it is the responsibility of the fathers of the grandsons present.

Now, all the adult princes have been driven out of the capital, euphemistically known as patrolling the place.

So, this kind of writing political theories like assigning homework falls to these bitter grandsons.

Alas!

Everyone went to the King of Chu, and looked at Liu Zhao angrily.

Fight what fight, do not look at the occasion.

The homework is set, will you two help us write it?

The King of Chu pinched his nose and snorted. A bunch of idiots with no ink in their stomachs, ashamed to be brothers with these people.

Liu Zhao spared his head and wrote political theories. If it was about the affairs of the state, he would be fine. Spicy, just a pinch.

But when he wrote political comments about the economy and people's livelihood, he was a little blind and didn't know how to write.

It seems that he can only help his own mother-in-law.

In the hall, people began to bid one after another.

In the private room No. 7, the Shaofu family decree asked Gu Jiu, How much do you think they would spend to buy the golden signboard of Royal Exclusive?

Gu Jiu was drinking tea, not worried at all, Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands are possible. It depends on the size of their business.

For example, those who burn bricks must make more money than those who burn glazed tiles.

Why?

Because of the wide use of burning bricks, bricks are used as long as the house is built.

Glazed tiles can not be used in any house.

Then, if you want to take pictures of the Royal Exclusive gold signboard used on bricks, you must spend a little more money than glazed tiles.

The Shaofu family decree asked, Can you get the 1,700,000 taels that Your Majesty needs?

Gu Jiu laughed, Old Ancestor rest assured, there will only be more and less.

It's a golden sign!

The emperor wrote by himself, not only the emperor's personal seal, but also the seal of the imperial jade seal, which is usually only used for national letters.

What an honor this is.

Put the words special offering for the royal family and two seals on the brick for a moment. Even the most common brick, with these four characters and two seals, has become taller.

Who builds a house at home without a few gold-lettered signboard bricks, can it reflect their own style?

cannot!

As an official, is it compulsive not to keep a few pieces of golden signboard rice paper at home, and not to build a golden signboard garden?

No!

As a local tyrant, the whole house is built without bricks, tiles, wood and stone. Is there any force?

No!

Is this a golden sign?

Yes!

But it's even more compelling.

For Gu Jiu, whether it's a gold-colored signboard or a style, it's all about money.

That's right, she just got into the eyes of money.

She's going crazy.

Liu Zhao is 10,000 taels today, and Zhou Miao will be 20,000 taels tomorrow. She is not an ATM, she just spit out money without saving it.

And her business empire is so weak that she needs money everywhere.

People only saw how much Yuhua Lane made, but they didn't see how much Gu Jiu spent this year.

The money she spent is in units of 100,000.

This time, if she can't take a few hairs off these local tyrants, she won't be able to live through the year.

Because there is no money.

That's why she asked Er Zhuang to completely follow her design and heat up the whole place first.

When people are excited, they are prone to impulse spending.

When you are calm, you may only spend 50,000 taels for the right to use the golden brand for five years.

For a penny more, you will hesitate for a long time.

But when a person is excited, let alone an extra penny, even if the price is doubled, 50,000 to 100,000, it is worth it.

Impulsive!

What local tyrants like to do most when they are impulsive is, of course, fighting for wealth.

Gu Jiu provided the local tyrants with a profit-making scene of fighting for riches.

Fight to the death though.

The harder she fought, the more excited she became.

Moreover, she was very considerate, and adopted the method of anonymous bidding, so that the local tyrants who successfully bid for the auction will have a good time.

After that, everyone pretended to be forceful in another occasion and showed their golden signboard in front of the competitors. How forceful! Piss off your competitors by the way.

Local tyrants love this kind of drama.

Fighting for riches on the spot is really boring, and it seems uneducated, a bum.

Only when you inadvertently tell your opponent that Lao Tzu won and you lose, and watching your opponent take a beating, will it be cool!

The place was very hot, and Gu Jiu was very satisfied.

Er Zhuang satisfactorily completed the task she explained and lived up to her expectations for Er Zhuang.

After this incident is over, Er Zhuang can take on more burdens.

The guy knocked on the door and came in, Mrs. Qibin, Mr. Gu, Mr. Gu is here.

Gu Jiu was stunned, What are you doing here, sir?

It's a long-term experience.

Gu Jiu blinked, You put the master in private room No. 3, I'll go there in a while.

The man said, I came with the master, and there is the Minister of the Household.

Gu Jiu understood now, how could Master Gu come here to join in the fun for no reason. It turned out to be accompanying the Minister of Household to join in the fun.

Master Gu has always looked down on some of the things she did.

For example, in Yuhua Lane, Master Gu once persuaded her earnestly that, as the wife of the emperor's grandson, it is what she should do to care for her husband and teach her children.

Doing business, doing Yuhua Alley is simply putting the cart before the horse and looking for trouble.

A woman's family, not good in the limelight, shameful.

Women should not be the object of discussion. Whether this argument is good or bad, it's always a shame.

What if you make money?

Could it be that the palace can eat less of her, or wear less of her?

Regarding Master Gu's thoughts of a big man, Gu Jiu has always been in the left ear and out the right ear, ignoring it.

She was going to delay, not busy to see Master Gu.

It's not too late to wait for the results below.

Mr. Gu accompanied Mr. Hubu to sit in private room No. 3.

Looking at the lively scene in the hall, Mr. Tobu sighed with emotion, Master Gu, your daughter is not easy.

Master Gu smiled awkwardly, he was really embarrassed, he didn't take this as a compliment.

He blushed, It's all bullshit.

How can you say it's a nonsense. She is doing things according to the emperor's word. From the old man's point of view, she does a good job.

Master Gu didn't know whether to laugh or make other expressions, but he was a little uncomfortable.

The boss of the household is very comfortable.

He promoted Mr. Gu, not because of how capable and talented Mr. Gu was.

But because Master Gu is a qualified executor.

Mr. Gu lacks unique insights, and he can't come up with any effective governance plan. These seniors are aware of it.

But it is undeniable that Mr. Gu's execution is very strong.

Master Gu can basically do what Shangguan ordered.

Therefore, it is suitable for Lord Gu to sit in the position of the servant, not the position of the governor of the capital.

Master Gu also felt that he was like a duck to water in the household.

Because he doesn't have to worry about what the Ministry of Household should do, what to do, and how to deal with the emperor. He only needs to worry about how to do the things that Shangguan explained.

The boss of the household department does not need a subordinate who is quick-witted and has unique insights.

What he needs is a down-to-earth executor like Mr. Gu, who perfectly implements his policy, rather than confronting him tit-for-tat.

This is also the reason why Mr. Gu is average, but he does well in the Ministry of Households.

Master Gu was a little restless and a little dissatisfied.

This dissatisfaction was directed at Gu Jiu.

He had been here for so long, why didn't Gu Jiu show up?

He didn't know that Gu Jiu would not be happy to disagree with him at all.

There were more and more people bidding, and Er Zhuang already had a stack of bids in front of him.

The guys are registering in different categories, and the results will be announced in front of everyone in a while, and strive to be fair and open. Let everyone know that the Four Seas Commercial Bank has a good reputation.

Doing so will be of great benefit to the next big project of the Four Seas Firm.

Gu Jiu's next big project still needs the support of these wealthy businessmen.

Everyone gathers firewood and the flame is high!

There was a lot of trouble, and the last offer was sent to Er Zhuang.

Er Zhuang held the loudspeaker and asked loudly, Is there anything else to offer? If not, we will announce the results. Remember, the one with the higher price wins. If anyone is unconvinced, they will hold back. For such an opportunity, remember to prepare more money.”

The crowd laughed.

After laughing, he got nervous again.

Er Zhuang got the result of the first quotation.

Looking at the string of quotes above, his face flushed because he was so excited.

He shouted loudly, The result of the Bricks auction is No. 89, 289,172. Congratulations to the No. 89 boss, you have won the Brick Royal Exclusive gold letter for the next five years. Shop sign.

boom!

As soon as the voice fell, the field exploded.

The price of nearly 290,000 taels of silver, if I took the bricks alone, I rely on it, this price is going to go against the sky!

Everyone looked around, who is No. 89?

Which boss is so generous?

The real boss No. 89 has a dark heart. Learn from everyone and look around.

Seeing everyone's envy, jealousy, and dazed looks, boss No. 89 felt so happy, and finally managed to restrain the raised corners of his mouth.

On the second floor, private room No. 8.

The emperor was subconsciously surprised.

An inconspicuous brick can be auctioned for nearly 290,000 taels. How much money do you have to make today?

The emperor looked at Liu Zhao calmly.

Where did the shit luck come from? Hundreds of thousands of ladies in the capital, but Liu Zhao chose Gu Jiu.

But Gu Jiu is a veritable lucky boy.

In the emperor's heart, inexplicably, there was a trace of envy.

Why didn't he have such a vision to marry a lucky boy and put it in the palace?

Resentment!

In the private room No. 3, Master Gu opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe it.

Twenty-eight thousand taels? Isn't it twenty-eight?

The boss of the household brushed his beard and said, Mrs. Zhao's reputation as a lucky boy is well-deserved. Mrs. Gu, next time Mrs. Zhao has any profitable business, don't forget to tell the old man. The old man also wants to earn some coffin books. .

Master Gu was so embarrassed, This, this, this, can't be mispronounced.

The boss of the household department laughed, You can't be wrong. If you post it in black and white, it can be fake.

That's right, the quotations for bricks were registered on a large piece of rice paper and posted on a raised wooden board.

Huge words, to ensure that everyone can see clearly.

There are a total of seven people who participated in the brick quotation.

Seven quotes, lined up from high to low.

The second-ranked offer was only 12,000 taels less than the first-ranked offer.

The businessman No. 63 secretly beat his chest.

He is the No. 2 bidder.

Only 12,000 taels away, he passed the golden signboard, and he was about to die of anger.

Which bastard is No. 89?

Stealing his golden signboard, from now on, the two are at odds.