PNB Chapter 110 The boy doesn't have that much money
Chapter 110 The boy doesn't have that much money
"Are you interested in those confiscated properties?" Zhang Shixian also dragged other officials out to take the blame, which made the two censors very happy. It seemed that the disaster relief funds this time would be exceeded.
"Boy, don't you understand what the adults mean?" After a simple conversation, Yang Biao actually knew the purpose of Cao Tongpan's visit, but seeing through it without saying it out loud is also a kind of knowledge.
"Well, it's like this. I have several pieces of land and real estate here. I want to ask if you have any plans to take over?" Judge Cao took out the records of confiscated real estate and let him see the locations of those places.
He had a very good impression of Yang Biao. Since he was going to sell it to someone else at a lower price anyway, he might as well sell it to this guy. He looked like a kind-hearted person, and at least he wouldn't play tricks.
"The government's sale this time is much cheaper than usual, but you have to pay the full amount of silver at one time. Don't miss this opportunity, little brother." Judge Cao was afraid that he would not buy, so he sounded earnest. This time, none of his colleagues dared to buy these cheap properties.
"How much money will it cost if I buy all these lands, properties and shops?" When Yang Biao heard that they were much cheaper, he immediately thought of buying them and keeping them for appreciation in value.
"According to the order of the superiors, one mu of land costs five taels of silver, and a house with five entrances costs twenty thousand taels of silver. The emperor is gracious and does not need to change the door after the purchase." In order to raise money quickly, Emperor Tianqi really risked everything this time, and there was no limit on the identity of the buyer. But the more this happened, the less officials dared to buy. There were already enough colleagues who were taken to the vegetable market to be beheaded, and they were really afraid that they would be beheaded.
"A house with five entrances costs 20,000 taels of silver plus the purchase tax, which means I have to pay 30,000 taels of silver. There are six buildings here, so it will cost 180,000 taels of silver..." Yang Biao calculated the money.
These five-courtyard houses were not originally so large. Zhang Shixian used his power to buy the houses of his neighbors at a low price, demolished the walls, and rebuilt them.
"If you want to buy all of these, plus the purchase tax, you need two million taels of silver!" The faster Censor Luo and his men raise the money, the more rewards the Emperor will give them. The two censors are eager to go home now, and have already informed the judge Cao Tong who is in charge of the sale. As long as someone buys all of them, the real estate of the Ji and Fang families will be confiscated and sold for two million taels of silver.
"Two million taels of silver, I don't have that much money." Yang Biao felt a little regretful. It seemed that he would not be able to get this bargain.
"How much silver do you have now, little brother?" Judge Cao wanted to know whether he was short of much. If he was short of much, he could help him find a solution.
"Well, there is still a shortfall of more than 800,000 taels." Yang Biao carefully calculated the silver in his hand, the turnover from the sorghum wine he sold, the cloth he sold, and the restaurant, and came to the conclusion.
"Let's say it's 800,000 taels. Go and get the land document of Xingning Street, and I'll take you to Xiao's Bank to borrow money." Judge Cao quickly pulled him into the house and asked him to take the house deed as collateral for the loan.
This seems to be my home. Seeing that Cao Tongpan treated it as his own home, Yang Biao had no choice but to find the house contract and go with him.
"Oh, so these are all ours?" Qin Xiaoran looked at him in disbelief as she took the large stack of transfer documents that Yang Biao handed to her.
"I still owe Xiao's Money House 800,000 taels of silver. My house on Xingning Street has been mortgaged. Judge Cao is the guarantor. If I pay off the money within one month, there will be no interest. If I pay it off in two months, the interest will be 5%. For every additional month I pay, the interest will double." Yang Biao smiled bitterly. He had become a complete debtor now. He must not let his greed turn him into poverty.
"Do we need to renovate the shop we bought?" Qin Xiaoran looked through the transfer documents in his hand carefully and asked casually when he saw that there were quite a few documents for shops.
"We owe so much money and don't have money to renovate, so let's just open the door and welcome guests." Yang Biao also looked at the documents and saw the address of No. 26 Shushui Road. "Hey, isn't this the original Yuanyang Jinlou?" He also took Qin Xiaoran there to buy a gold bracelet.
"Oh, really? Wow! Such a big three-story building is ours. Haha," Qin Xiaoran took the document, looked at it carefully, and danced with joy.
Yang Biao had heard before that there were ten most profitable industries in ancient times, with money houses ranking first. He could not do this because he did not have that much money as capital; pawnshop business ranked second, which he could not do either; cloth business ranked third, which he was currently doing and seemed to be making quite a bit of money; fourth was the spice trade, but he did not understand spice, so he could not do it; fifth was the silk business, which seemed to be the same as the cloth business, and he was also selling it; sixth was the porcelain business, but he did not know how to make it, so he could not do it; seventh was the tea business, which he did not know how to do either; eighth was catering, such as the restaurant he opened himself; ninth was the inn, which was equivalent to a modern hotel; and the last one was the dye business, but at present the natural dyes he made himself were almost insufficient to dye his own cloth, and he had no extra to sell to others.
Among the ten most profitable businesses in ancient times, he was in charge of three of them. That’s pretty impressive.
"Our shops are all prosperous shops, Yang Biao, what are you going to use them for?" Qin Xiaoran looked at the address on the document and became excited again.
Yang Biao laughed. How could this corrupt official want those shops in remote places with no commercial purpose? When buying them, he didn't even ask where the real estate was.
"Let's go and take a look at the Yuanyang Golden Tower first!" Qin Xiaoran pulled him excitedly, and she couldn't wait any longer.
"All the gold and silver jewelry there have been confiscated by the government. Now all that's left of the gold shop are the counters and shelves." Yang Biao smiled and tapped her forehead. "You think the officials are vegetarians? You should find some people to clean up these shops."
"I still need to consult Pan Cao about this matter. You wait for me at home." After thinking about it, he went to the cloth shop first, got today's business money, and then went to the government office to find Pan Cao.
"Sir Cao, here." Yang Biao saw the off-duty judge Cao Tong walking out of the yamen and hurriedly waved to greet him.
"Little brother, it's you." Judge Cao put his hand on his shoulder affectionately. This kid seems to have something to talk to me about.
"Let's go and treat the master to a drink." Yang Biao took him to the restaurant he opened and prepared to treat him to hotpot.
"These vegetables are all raw. How are we going to eat them?" Judge Cao frowned when he saw that what was served were cut raw meat with blood and washed vegetables.
"Sir Cao, the soup in the pot is boiling. You can put your favorite dishes in and blanch them before eating." Yang Biao saw him frowning and thought to himself that he would make you unable to stop in a while.
"This tripe can be eaten after seven ups and downs," Yang Biao picked up the tripe and demonstrated to him. After rinsing it, he blew on it and put it in his mouth. "Wow! It's amazing!"
Seeing that he was enjoying the meal so much, Judge Cao imitated him, rinsed the tripe, and stuffed it into his mouth. "Wow, it's so hot!" It was so hot that he wanted to spit it out, but he was reluctant to do so because it tasted so good.
"By the way, what on earth do you want to see me about, little brother?"