Fan Xian hurried to help, but the shop owner insisted on knelt down and kowtowed, and then got up and said with emotion: "It turns out that it is the future boss, this head will be kowtowed no matter what, not to mention that the lord is still the envoy of this mission. , The villain is in a foreign country, and he just wants to salute the adults in his hometown on weekdays, but he has nowhere to go."
The shop owner woke up suddenly, thinking that he had mentioned some taboo names in front of this lord from the south, he couldn't help but asked, "Master Fan, why do you want to visit the shop?"
After all, the Northern Qi Dynasty was far away from the Southern Qing Emperor, so the merchants here had to be more courageous, so they still kept the old signboards, and kept talking about their old employers they were proud of. Looking at his expression, Fan Xian understood that the other party was afraid that these words would spread back to the capital and offend the royal family who now controls the entire Qinghai export business.
He smiled and said what he wanted in the future, and asked him to choose a few exquisite and not ordinary glass wine sets.
The shop owner asked curiously: "What is this for?" He originally thought that Mr. Fan was just taking advantage of the opportunity of being on a mission to check out the business he would handle in the future, but how could he know that the other party was actually planning to buy glass? products.
Lin Jing explained a few words, and the shop owner hurriedly called out the buddy. A few nimble guys listened to the orders and hurried into the warehouse inside. Presumably, none of the real high-end products were placed in the front store. While waiting, Fan Xian started chatting with the shop owner. The shop owner knew what the lord wanted to know, and he didn't dare to hide anything. He gave a rough estimate of the number of glass products that Nanqing had exported to the North Kingdom over the years.
Although it was only a rough figure, Fan Xian was still a little surprised. There is only this Nanqing Glass Factory in Shangjing, and the annual income is terrific. No wonder that with the abundance of Qi's products, it is no more than a tie with Qing's generals in terms of financial resources.
The shop owner suddenly sighed and said, "But I don't know why these years, the goods sent from the capital are not as good as in previous years, and there is nothing new, so the business is a bit worse."
Fan Xian asked, "How much worse than when it was at its peak?"
"The difference is about 30%."
Fan Xian pondered for a moment and knew where the problem was. After the Ye family was collected into the inner treasury, it was under the full control of the eldest princess. Even if that crazy woman is a person with great political wisdom and artifice, she might still not know why when faced with these brand-new things like glass soap. , since the quality of the glass is poor, it must be a problem with the ingredients and process, and now the shopkeepers of Ye Qingyutang can't operate it by themselves, so naturally there is no way to make adjustments.
However, the business is only 30% short. It seems that the eldest princess also knows the importance of these companies to the Qing Dynasty's economy, and she didn't go too far. She just followed the usual practice in the past.
Conservation is more than enough, but progress is not enough.
While talking, the young guys had already brought out the most precious glass bottles in the store. Fan Xian picked up one and squinted at the sunlight outside the store. Glass windows are much better. He couldn't help but smiled and said, "That's all."
The boss hurriedly called the buddy to wrap it up, but Fan Xian waved his hand and said, "Don't panic." Everyone was puzzled, and could only listen to his orders.
Suddenly, a look of embarrassment appeared on the boss's face. Fan Xian had been looking at him with sharp eyes, and asked, "What's the boss's name?"
"The villain's surname is Yu." The boss responded quickly.
"The apprentice of Qingyu Hall is named Yu?" Fan Xian smiled inwardly, and said, "Is there any difficulty for Boss Yu?"
The boss smiled wryly and said, "Lord Fan, these glasses are prepared for the Queen Mother's birthday at the end of the month."
Fan Xian was slightly startled, and said, "Could it be that the dignitaries of Northern Qi ordered you to enter the palace as a birthday gift? Then I can't ask for it. Boss Yu should give me some changes."
Boss Yu was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't expect such a high-ranking official to be so easy-going, and quickly explained: "I didn't order it, because the nobles in Northern Qi knew that there were always some good things in our store. After all, this glass bottle It's not the most expensive gift now... It's just that the rules of the internal treasury are set to death. This month is a thick month as usual. If your lord takes these things, when you report to the south at the end of the month, the amount of money will be short. I'm afraid the adults in the inner library will... "
Before he finished speaking, Fan Xian also understood what the other party was afraid of, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will pay you naturally."
Wang Qinian also laughed and scolded: "Afraid that the internal treasury will check your account? Don't you know that the person in front of you will be the master of the internal treasury in the future?"
Boss Yu faltered and wiped the sweat from his forehead, but he was thinking in his heart, even if Master Fan is the master of Neiku in the future, the problem is that Neiku is in charge of thousands of companies in the world now... not this master .
Suddenly, Fan Xian patted his purse and said with a wry smile, "It seems that I forgot to bring one thing when I was sent to Northern Qi." Everyone silently understood, thinking that Fan Tisi, as the envoy of the embassy, this trip to Northern Qi would naturally be Traveling at public expense, although I have some idle money on me, how can I prepare so many bank notes.
Boss Yu continued to wipe off his sweat and come up with an idea: "If your lord is on official business, you should report to the public account. Just write a list, and I will send the list back to Kyoto, and it will be able to cover the account."
"Putting IOUs? That's a good idea." Fan Xian thought to himself, and took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he had prepared, thinking that this Boss Yu had a very good eye, and probably he had seen too much about envoys pleading IOUs. He scribbled a few lines on the paper, and Boss Yu carefully wrote down the amount of money. It was Fan Xian's turn to sign the money, but at this moment he hesitated, turned around and asked Wang Qinian, "Is there any money in the courtyard?"
Wang Qinian said with a wry smile: "One-third of the courtyard's finances are allocated by His Majesty, and two-thirds are allocated by the Ministry of Households, that is, the old man of your family, my lord. It has been a little tight in recent years."
Fan Xian glanced back at Gundam, thinking that you are hanging out with your father, and Tiger Guard is naturally very rich. Seeing the young master looking at him, Gao Da felt embarrassed, and said, "Master, the master is very strict with Hu Wei Yin's money."
Fan Xian sighed, looked at Lin Jing and said, "It seems that we can only use the name of Honglu Temple."
Lin Jing held back a wry smile, thinking that you are clearly eating Honglu Temple, what else can you say? Anyway, it's all public accounts, Lin Jing didn't feel bad, and said jokingly: "The internal treasury and the external treasury are always inferior to the national treasury."
This is very true, whether it is the internal treasury managed by the eldest princess, or the household department managed by Sinanbo Fan Jian, in the final analysis, it is always the money of the Qing Kingdom. Fan Xian and Lin Jing, the principal and deputy envoys, signed their names gracefully, took another look at the two thousand taels on the paper, and walked out of the glass shop.
The few people didn't have a long entourage, so Boss Yu very carefully ordered the guys to hold the precious glass bottles and follow the adults out the door, because Fan Xian didn't tell them to send them back to the mission, so it might be useful for them.
Walking past the toy store selling Jiulianhuan and Huarongdao, Fan Xian just glanced at it with soft eyes. The previous one was a wine shop, so Fan Xian walked in first. The owner of this store had already been told by his servants that several high-ranking officials from his hometown had come, and they were standing at the door to greet him, very respectful.
Sitting on the chair, Fan Xian took a glance, and found that the wine utensils for the wine were also extremely expensive, but they were far worse than the few glass bottles he "bought". He waved and asked the shop owner to come forward and ask Said: "What is the best wine?"
The boss, surnamed Sheng, conjured up a long, transparent bottle like a magic trick. The wine in the bottle has an extremely attractive red color, thick but not thick.
Fan Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked in surprise, "Wine?"
"Master Fan really deserves to be the fairy of wine and poetry." Boss Sheng had already inquired about the composition of the hometown mission, and said with a flattering smile, "It's grape wine."
He took a cup and poured some into it. With his eyes closed, Fan Xian shook the cup slightly, brought it up to his nose and sniffed. Seeing his style, not only Wang Qinian, the thief who was once extravagant in the past, but also Lin Jing and Boss Sheng praised him greatly in their hearts, thinking that Mr. Fan is indeed a descendant of a famous family.
Fan Xian is not a good wine connoisseur, he just put on a gesture, put the cup on the table beside him, and said, "I want this wine, and I'll bring out some strong ones."
Boss Sheng didn't dare to be negligent, so he hurriedly served them one by one. Fan Xian took a sip one by one and frowned slightly. This was not much different from the kind of wine he usually drank. Uncle gave himself whole sorghum and tribute wine from Beijing.
Seeing the lord frowning, Boss Sheng asked in a low voice: "Spirit is forbidden to go north, my lord is more considerate."
Fan Xian knew that the other party was not telling the truth. There is nothing in this world that cannot be bought with money. Most of the nobles in the Northern Qi Dynasty are the rich and powerful. He didn't say much, just shook his head to express his dissatisfaction.
Boss Sheng glanced at him suddenly, and then took out two bottles of good wine. Fan Xian frowned slightly. In the previous glance, this seemingly ordinary boss showed a very unusual expression.
Put it in a small porcelain cup, Fan Xian took a sip, then frowned, and didn't speak for a while.
Everyone thought the wine tasted bad, so Wang Qinian couldn't help asking, "My lord, what's the matter?"
Fan Xian took a deep breath, turned the burning sensation in his throat into a thrill, and exclaimed loudly: "Good wine! Good wine! What's the name?"
Boss Sheng smiled slightly and said, "Wuliangye."
Fan Xian's face was calm and unchanged, and he praised again: "Good name." But he smiled bitterly in his heart and praised: "Ye Qingmei, you were really idle back then."
After finishing all this, the four officials got up and went out. But when he was going out, Fan Xian found that the boss surnamed Sheng was giving him a wink. Thinking of what he had noticed earlier, Fan Xian stopped and let the other three go first, but he turned around. The boss led them down to the rear tent.
There was no one in the tent, and it was eerily quiet.
As soon as Boss Sheng entered the inner room, he seemed to be a different person. His whole body straightened up, his face was solemn, and he bowed down to Fan Xian who was sitting on the chair, and said in a deep voice: "Neiku Sheng Huairen, Greetings, Uncle."