Datang: Showdown, your father and I are Li Shimin

Chapter 59
"If I take them all, can you sell them to me at a price of three hundred coins a bucket?" Pei Xiu asked tentatively.

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire black market suddenly became dead silent.

The salt dealers who were discussing the price and market just now shut up immediately.

Hearing the price Pei Xiu gave them was like a bucket of cold water poured on their heads.

These people are the latest to jump in among all the salt dealers, and naturally they also charge the highest price. Most of them have just jumped into the huge pit of the salt industry almost at the time of four or five thousand dollars. middle.

Everyone looked at each other. For them, the price plummeted from four to five thousand cents per dou to three hundred cents per dou. This gap was almost unacceptable to all future generations.

The peddler cried and begged in an almost pleading tone: "Young master...the price you gave is too low to be honest, we don't ask for any profit now, as long as we can reduce our capital loss, it will be considered good." Now, to be honest, the price we charge for this batch of coarse salt is above [-] Wen, so I really can't sell it to you for [-] Wen."

"If we sell at this price, I'm afraid we will lose even our family fortune."

Pei Xiu couldn't help but also gave a wry smile.

Why do you mean you have to pay for your family's wealth? My family has also stocked hundreds of stones of coarse salt, so we have to pay for our family's wealth as well.

In this entire black market, the more coarse salt you hoard in your hands, the bigger your family fortune will be, and the forces behind it are often those who are officials in the court and have relatives, friends or retainers who are in business.

But among all the merchants, Pei Ji's family probably hoarded the most coarse salt.

Pei Xiu waved his hand with a wry smile, turned around and was about to leave. As soon as he took a step, the salt seller behind him suddenly shouted: "Young master, the price is still negotiable! What do you think about adding a hundred cents?"

"Young master! Fifty Wen! Add another fifty Wen! Don't worry, Young Master!"

The peddler begged bitterly, it can be seen that until now, almost no one has asked the price of his salt.

For Pei Xiu's extremely low price, there was still room for maneuver.

But Pei Xiu didn't come to buy salt, so he naturally didn't care about the concessions offered by the hawker.

Even if the peddler really sold it for three hundred Wen, he would not accept it.

Pei Xiu secretly felt a palpitation, which would make these peddlers hardly want to sell this batch of salt at a low price. I am afraid that Li Er and that Li Ze should not be underestimated.

The current salt price of [-] Wen makes ordinary people definitely reluctant to buy it.

And those who have enough money in their hands to afford [-] Wen a bucket will not eat those coarse salt that is bitter, astringent, and not yet attractive.

Naturally, this will only allow the coarse salt to be hoarded forever, making it difficult to sell.

"Young Li Ze, you are so clever and scheming!" Pei Xiu sighed secretly as he walked.

Whether it is the pricing or the method of sale, the price of salt is almost firmly controlled at the stage where ordinary people cannot afford it, and the rich can't look down on coarse salt after eating it.

It seems that the coarse salt hoarded in his family is really going to rot in his hands now.

Pei Xiu gritted his teeth secretly, and couldn't help speeding up his pace to go home.

Half an hour later, Pei Xiu knocked on the door of his father Pei Ji's study.

"Come in." Pei Ji's hoarse voice came out.

Pei Xiu opened the door and saw his old father sitting in the study very haggard, not sure if he was sulking or thinking about something.

"How's the investigation going?" Pei Ji propped his head on one hand and asked without looking up at the table.

Pei Xiu stepped forward in two steps, bowed to the old man Pei Ji, and said, "Father, I just went to the black market and gave a random price of 350 yuan a bucket. The peddler seems to have not opened for a long time. The price is [-] Wen."

"If it drags on, the price will probably be even lower."

Pei Ji raised his head slowly, his wrinkled face looked like a mummy now, with black eyes, pale face, and blue lips.

"350 Wen." Pei Ji repeated the price brought by his son.

"Come here, find some eyeliner, keep an eye on the black market, and keep an eye on the royal salt shop. If there is any change in the price, report it to me immediately."

Several servants shouted "Follow orders" and rushed towards the door of Pei's mansion.

Pei Xiu stood beside the old man Pei Ji silently, waiting for his father's order without saying a word.

However, in his opinion, he might not be able to think of any way to sell this batch of coarse salt for a while.

We can only place our hope in the remote counties and counties around Chang'an City where refined salt has not yet appeared.

Pei Ji wasn't the only one.

There are many people who come to visit the muddy water of the salt industry.

Even other nobles have hoarded a lot of coarse salt.

Now it is also piled up in a secret place outside the city, with no market at all.

Among them, Wang Yuanbao, who belongs to the Taiyuan Wang family, hoarded the largest amount of coarse salt. At the moment when the price of salt first rose, he and his merchants from various places joined forces to hoard more than [-] stones of coarse salt.

Almost every grain of coarse salt in the entire Chang'an City and surrounding areas was searched.

Zheng Fengchi's family from the Zheng family in Xingyang, like the Wang family, also spent a lot of their wealth to take a trip to the muddy waters of the salt market.

But now, every family has basically hoarded tens of thousands of stones of coarse salt in a warehouse outside Chang'an City, but there is no market for it.

The Wang family, the Zheng family and other major families gathered a few people to discuss with Chang'an City the sale of the crude salt hoarded in their hands.

All of them have basically hoarded as little as a hundred stones or as many as tens of thousands of stones of coarse salt.

Now it is completely overthrown by Li Er, the royal salt shop.

According to the calculation of three thousand coins and one bucket, there are 30 taels for every ten thousand stones.

For a family, it is harmless, but for an individual, it is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

"I think there is really no way to sell this batch of salt." Lu Junyan of the Lu family knocked on the table to wake up the people of various surnames and families who were in a daze.

"In my opinion, it's better to just do nothing and keep going. Our various ethnic groups transport this batch of coarse salt to other state roads for sale, otherwise we will pay for it."

All ethnic groups turned their attention to Lu Junyan one after another.

Lu Junyan's face was painful, as if his whole family had been killed by someone. He clenched his fist tightly with one hand and put the other under the table, trembling crazily.

Cutting off people's wealth, destroying people's marriages, digging up people's ancestral graves.

These are the three major mortal enemies.

This is the saying that cutting off someone's financial path is like killing one's parents.

Li Ze this time, is tantamount to killing all the family members present.

"Transport to other state roads?" Cui Yang curled his lips and twitched the corners of his eyes: "Do you know how much money it costs to transport this batch of coarse salt?"

"The five of us have a total of more than [-] shi of salt. If we transfer all this batch, it would be good if we can make a profit. But if we don't make a profit, it will be a huge expense. We can bet Sorry!"

"What's more, now the major states and counties around Chang'an City are basically covered with refined salt from the royal salt shop. Li Er obviously has the idea of ​​promoting refined salt to the world. Now I'm waiting to transfer coarse salt out. Also push the refined salt to the local state capital, wouldn’t it even cut off the sales completely?”

"Coastal salt in the Nanling area of ​​Hebei is not bad at all. Jiannan is not far from Chang'an. Li Er's refined salt must have been transferred to Jiannan Road. The road in the north is rugged, and the transfer is a big expense. The gains outweigh the losses!"

"It's easy to say. Could it be that your family's losses are too small? Damn, if I let the old man find out who made the Laoshizi refined salt, the old man will find someone to cut him into pieces!"

After Cui Yang finished speaking, he punched the table angrily.

A loud bang startled everyone else in the room.

"Speak as you speak, hammer on the table if you have nothing to do!" Not only someone muttered in the crowd, but everyone also said nothing.

After a long time, a thin figure named Li Ji suddenly stood up: "Chop into pieces? That man's surname is Li Mingze, and now he is a big hit with His Majesty. How dare you go and chop him into pieces?"

(End of this chapter)