The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

"Do you understand?" Jack Ma said: "Old Yange, in order to protect us and preserve the seeds of change, he worked hard, allowed himself to be slandered, and took the initiative to take on the important task of suppressing the revolution for the emperor. But we still wronged him! It's too inappropriate!"

When everyone thought about it, they suddenly realized.

"Oh, it turns out that what Yan Ge always sang was a trick."

"On the surface, they are extremely cruel to us, but they are actually showing mercy?"

"I'm very touched, 555! Mr. Yan Ge is my real father."

"At a critical moment, flying feet to save the remnants of the enemy, ah bah, is to save one's own people, this is the old man Yan Ge."

Questions were raised, however.

"Old Yan Ge is doing this, what exactly is he trying to do?"

Jack Ma smiled mysteriously: "I just received a message when I went this time. Mysterious message..."

He opened a piece of paper that looked like a ghost drawing, with strings of numbers on it, and took out a book, which was "Book of Songs". According to the numbers on the ghost drawing, he searched for Chinese characters according to the picture, and spelled them out one by one.

This is a method of password transmission. Even if the note is intercepted, without corresponding agreement and reminder, others will not know the specific content of the note.

"The content of this note is... one sentence - continue, continue, fight, fight, self, meeting, success, success?"

"Continue to struggle, will you succeed?"

The businessmen stare.

What is this all about?

For the sake of the revolution, we have already invested half our lives in it.

Still let us continue to fight?

Who wrote this?

Jack Ma took out a stack of golden tickets from the back of the note!

Those were 10 golden tickets with a denomination of 100 million gold!

This time, everyone was shocked.

They think they are inhuman, but this is 1000 million taels of gold!

Equivalent to [-] million silver!

The last time they put together a lot of people, the entire business community of Ming Dynasty managed to gather more than [-] million silver to supply the money for this campaign, but this time this inexplicable boss sold [-] million at a time!

This simply refreshes the three views of local tyrants.

"This is the real rich..."

"Small goal, [-] million! I kneel down for you!"

"The boss is rich and willful!"

"In the past (Li Lie's) I was a little self-inflated, but now I am completely convinced. Compared with the real boss, our little money is really not money!"

All the richest people, tsk tsk admiration.

Although there is no source for this news, just because of the big hand that casually threw out [-] million yuan, it can be known at a glance...

This must be Yan Song's father.

"Father Yan Song, you really are covering us!"

The merchants were moved to tears.

"Okay, since we have money again, let's continue to do it! Continue to strike and strike, don't resume work!"

"it is good!"

"Get it done, get it done!"

With the secret affirmation and support of Yan Song's father, these businessmen continued to do things with high morale.

On the high place, Dongfang Bai was speechless, curled his lips when he saw the ecstasy of the merchants.

"Yan Song, what the hell are you doing?"

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Chapter 2089 Great National Economic Recession【4】

Jiajing has been very annoying recently.

He received the news that Yan Song had severely suppressed demonstrations in various places, and Jiajing was very happy at first.

But soon the problem came...

The demonstrations were suppressed, but the economies of the seven cities have not recovered...

The merchants all disappeared, as if they were frightened overnight and dared not come out to resume work and do business.

And because the merchant's factory is closed, the workers naturally have no work...

The workers started to have nothing to do, wandering around, causing trouble, which made all provinces and cities in the southeast tense, with jittery rumors and local officials complaining.

These workers are so poor that they gather in groups and cause trouble wherever they go, but they have not rebelled, nor have they demonstrated, and the court has nothing to do with them...

Those farmers returned home one after another and started farming, but they were passive and slowed down, and the output was extremely low.