RNP Chapter 239
Chapter 239
239 Young Emperor teased Yan Lu's second master! 【Order! 】 】
"Confucianism accepts the price!"
Yan Lu's voice sounded in the Zhangtai Palace.
Several Confucian great Confucians looked up at Huan Ziye and the second master, and there was a little anger in their eyes, but they did not dare to say a word.
I could only silently lower my head.
"Very good, it seems that Yan Lu is still very good at scrutinizing the degree!"
"That's right, come here, serve tea to the second boss!"
A kind smile appeared on Huanziye's face.
Let the next person bring a cup of tea.
"You, don't look, Yan Lu is in charge here, and the rest, go out."
Huan Ziye glanced at the kneeling Confucians on the ground in disgust, these maggot-like guys, but no one dared to speak up for Confucianism just now, and only Yan Lu alone took on everything.
This made Huan Ziye also look down on these so-called Da Ru.
It seems that among Confucianism, there are not people with real skills, but there are too few.
The kneeling Great Confucian saw that His Royal Highness the Young Emperor was not good, and seemed to be a little impatient, and his heart couldn't help but tighten, and the fart was out of the Zhangtai Palace.
"Yan Lu is in charge, come, seat!"
After these disgusting Confucians went out, Huan Ziye let Yan Lu sit in front of the table below.
Yan Lu rolled his sleeves to express his gratitude to His Royal Highness the Young Emperor.
Then sat down!
"Yan Lu, do you think, this Zhang Liang, is it better to burn the cannon, or is it better to cut the waist?!"
Yan Lu had just sat down, but Huan Ziye's words made Yan Lu jump directly like a needle on the seat.
Almost fell to his knees.
Huanzi flicked his hand at night, signaling Yan Lu not to be too nervous.
Yan Lu calmed his beating heart a little, and then slowly sat down.
"Young Emperor, the matter of the Zifang, please also ask the Young Emperor to find out, and then discuss with the senior brother in charge, Yan Lu, unable to deal with this matter."
Yan Lu was afraid that Huan Ziye would give himself a few more words coldly, and said to Huan Ziye.
Seeing Yan Lu like this, Huan Ziye didn't bother to tease Yan Lu again.
"I wonder how much paper the second boss needs to buy this time? Now this paper is a handsome commodity in Daqin, not only the hundreds of families and famous families in Xianyang City come to buy it, but even some people from the surrounding counties come to buy it from far away. "
"If I hadn't thought of leaving some for Confucianism, these papers would have been sold by Emperor Ben Shao."
Huan Ziye looked at Yan Lu and said.
In fact, this Huan Ziye both lied and did not lie.
No lie, this paper is indeed in short supply, and every day there are smart people from all over the world to buy paper. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）
Among them, there are many commercial houses and money houses.
After all, everyone is not a fool, and what you can think of, these businessmen want to get.
If only anyone could be the first to imitate paper and master papermaking.
That's a terrible amount of money.
Spending some money on paper is nothing compared to making money.
As for lying.
It is the paper reserve in the palace, not to mention that Yan Lu brought not much money, this reserve, even if he sold all the Confucianism, it was not enough to buy it.
The first time he cut such a strong leek, the scythe of the night was extremely neatly wielded.
The people of the public family, even the Great Qin Janissaries, were dispatched by Huan Ziye to work overtime to make paper with double or even multiple wages.
It is to supply the purchase of all parties and prevent the shortage of supplies.
Therefore, Huan Ziye is also idle, just joking with Yan Lu.
"'~ Confucianism thanked the young emperor for his great grace, this time the minister brought two million taels of gold, you can buy one million pieces of paper, and you can give the gold to the young emperor at any time."
Huan Ziye said and played, Yan Luke took it seriously, and said to Huan Ziye a little nervously.
I'm afraid that if it's slow, the paper is really (Li Nuo Zhao) is gone.
"It's good to say, Yan Lu is in charge, these two million are nothing to the empire."
"If you can answer the question just asked by Ben Shaodi, these two million, Ben Shaodi can not want your Confucian, and give you an extra Confucian one million pieces of paper, how?"
Huan Ziye's words put Yan Lu almost jumped up again.
Then I could only smile bitterly.
"Young Emperor, don't make fun of the courtiers."
Yan Lu avoided the topic Yang.
Yan Lu knew that if he responded positively to His Royal Highness the Young Emperor's question.
Ovary.
Death is certain!.