Chapter 53 Salt Price Storm
After Lu Sanyuan left, Hu Chuyuan asked Liu Chengxiang, Yan Shizhang and Wang Yirong to come in and talk about the mistakes that Lu Sanyuan accidentally found.
The four people are all insiders at this time. Let's discuss it carefully.
After talking for a moment, Yan Shizhang said to Hu Chuyuan, "My employer, I think I still have to go to the capital with Wang Yirong. I can't stay at home this year. You think, after all, other people's goal this time is to bankrupt the unified marketing law, so they must have buried secret tricks in the capital. Just wait for the salt price in the south of the Yangtze River to rise, there will definitely be a large number of imperial historians and officials. At that time, we will have a lot of trouble!"
Hu Chuyuan nodded silently and said, "I'll ask Manager Liu to issue you a ticket of 600,000 taels first. You and Wang Yirong will go to the capital to play some money. I'll send you another letter. At the critical moment, you can withdraw one million taels of silver from the capital branch of Fukang Qianzhuang. As long as I can keep the unified marketing law and control the salt industry in the five provinces of the south of the Yangtze River, let alone one million taels of silver, even three million taels of silver, I am willing to spend it!"
Wang Yirong said, "Captain, there are more than 100 pieces of antiques we bought from the Japanese book, and more than 1,000 copies of good books. Master Shen and I have converted them, and these alone can be worth 300,000 taels of silver. Let's take it as if we didn't make this windfall. I will take all the valuable things to the capital and take advantage of my previous relationships in the capital to find a way to take care of the crows in the imperial history platform first.
Hu Chuyuan said, "Os, you set off immediately. When you meet acquaintances, you just say that you will come back for the Spring Festival."
Yan Shizhang said, "My host, I forgot one thing the day before yesterday. This matter is related to life and death. Zhongtang must also send someone to deal with it. When we passed by Jiangning, we asked Zhongtang to send a staff member to go with us. Some people, we can't see, but the staff of Lord Zhongtang can see it, and there is room for discussion."
Hu Chuyuan said, "You are in charge of all these things. As long as you are sure that it is useful, you can do whatever!"
Yan Shizhang arched his hand in awe and said, "Then I thank the owner for his trust. This afternoon, I will go to Jiangning Mansion with Wang Yirong first."
Hu Chuyuan knew in his heart that Sheng Xuanhuai was afraid that he had arrived in the capital. The Danqing Emperor's treasure of Song Huizong was a big killer, and maybe he could kill him!
Therefore, he gave Yan Shizhang the right to allocate another million taels of silver.
Of course, you can't send it blindly, but when life and death are on the front line, you can't be reluctant to give up.
A bloody battle is in front of him, and he has already smelled the smell of blood.
He knew that this war would definitely kill people.
In the final analysis, it is still the battle between Zuo Zongtang and Li Hongzhang, the battle between land defense and coastal defense, and the battle between Xinjiang and Beiyang. The starting point of both of them may be good, but the means of competition is extremely cruel and fierce.
Thinking of this, Hu Chuyuan had to sigh in his heart that Hu Xueyan died without complaint.
Zuo Li's dispute is a bottomless hole. I don't know how many more people will die.
The most terrible thing is that the bad guys live for thousands of years. Li Hongzhang's life is very long. He can lose. He can wait until Zuo Zongtang's death before slowly settle accounts. At that time, Tan Zhonglin, Mei Qizhao and him may not escape.
After all, this is a matter of the future. He already knew that joining the Hunan system, especially the left system, will inevitably face this risk.
After sending Yan Shizhang and Wang Yirong away, Hu Chuyuan and Liu Chengxiang also discussed again and finalized more details, and he operated the Jiangnan Silk Industry Cooperative in a higher profile.
In fact, Hu Chuyuan knows very well that the important surname of Jiangnan Silk Industry Cooperative is far more than that of Jianghuai Yanzheng. If he wants to monopolize Jiangsu and Zhejiang silk industry, he must start from the Silk Industry Cooperative and take a completely different path from the traditional raw silk acquisition. This has been brewing in his mind for a long time.
On the opening day of the Jiangnan Silk Industry Cooperative, Mei Qizhao and Huo Hongji all came to cut the ribbon and invited silk merchants and large investors in Hangzhou to discuss the construction of Zhejiang Sangxue Museum.
On the surface, it was very lively. That night, Hu Chuyuan quietly returned to Suzhou by boat and continued to live in Zhuozheng East Garden to wait for the latest news.
Things have developed rapidly. On the third day of Hu Chuyuan's return to Suzhou, the salt sales of Jiangnan Commercial Bank in Shanghai began to surge, and then the sales of sea salt in Hangzhou, Suzhou, Huzhou, Jiaxing and Changzhou also began to increase.
If it hadn't been prepared earlier, Hu Chuyuan would not have felt strange.
Just waiting for the sales in various places to surge, he immediately asked all commercial banks in various places to implement sales restrictions and stop the wholesale business. Each branch shop can only retail 2,000 catties of salt per day, and each person is limited to two taels of salt.
His method is very simple. All shops sell salt 24 hours a day, but each person can only buy 2 taels. When selling salt, you must use a small scale.
Of course, this is not to prevent selling more and less, but to make 2,000 catties of salt slowly sold for a day.
In this way, his salt has never been sold out, and the price has not increased.
But on the other hand, he deliberately asked the shopkeepers to contact some fixed middlemen, who were responsible for buying a large amount of salt at the market price and then reselling it to those merchants who wanted to fry salt.
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No. 14 Bund, the main store of Jiangnan Commercial Bank in Shanghai, crowded with thousands of people rushing to buy salt outside the spacious facade.
The noisy voice came to my face like a wave, deafening. Even if it was a few steps apart, it was necessary to speak with the loudest voice so that the other party could hear it.
"The price of salt has risen. The salt of Jiangnan Commercial Bank has been sold out. Tomorrow, I can only go to other places to buy salt. Everyone, buy it quickly!"
"What the hell, what?"
"Do you still want us to live?"
"No restrictions on sales, no restrictions on sales... If you don't have salt to sell, get out of Shanghai. Don't fucking stand in the pit and shit!"
People are crowded like a tide, rushing into the store, and they want to grab the limited salt.
Standing in the store, Liu Chengxiang was sweaty. He lived for most of his life and saw people grab salt to this extent for the first time.
But no matter how crowded people are, only one small door is opened at the door of the business, and the temporarily hired handyman is responsible for guarding the door to prevent others from rushing in to grab salt. The people who are really responsible for selling salt are still three clerks, weighing carefully, selling slowly, and selling 2,000 catties of salt a day.
Stir-frying salt is a very simple thing, but Hu Chuyuan didn't think about it carefully before.