"Thirty percent!"
Meton roared. According to his calculations, this amount of money should be seventy to eighty percent! Why did Gao Shilian say that it was only thirty percent?
Gao Shilian felt guilty, but his expression did not change. He said, "If it was purely for disaster relief, then it would be seventy to eighty percent. But you and I wrote a joint petition to the imperial court to provide relief. This way, the imperial court's disaster relief expenses will increase by several times."
Meton could not help but pause. He did not expect that he would shoot himself in the foot. In order to sell horses, he directly increased the difficulty of his task by several times.
"The imperial court has no choice. The people of the seven counties in Shandong have their homes destroyed. They have no food or clothing. They are homeless …" Gao Shilian said with a heavy expression.
Meton waved his hand and covered his face. He said with grief and indignation, "No need to say more. I understand!"
Meton took a deep breath and left. He originally thought that he would be able to return to Chang 'an City soon, but it seemed that he would not be able to return in a short period of time.
From the looks of it, his next plan would have to be greatly altered.
Seeing Meton energetically rush out of the governor's office, Gao Shilian could not help but praise him. He was young and just right!
"Don't blame those black-hearted people in the imperial court. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for doing too well." Gao Shilian sighed. Meton and the younger generation of the Guanlong Family were like the difference between the clouds and the mud.
Moreover, Modun had handled this matter beautifully. Since it was beneficial to the livelihood of the people, and he was able to bring a large amount of money to Chang 'an with a wave of his hand, it went unexpectedly smoothly for the imperial court. How could the imperial court, which was afraid of poverty, let go of a ready-made money tree like Modun?
Even Li Shimin sent a decree to push Meton's bottom line.
"Thirty percent, I still have seventy percent!"
Meton walked on the streets of Lanzhou City. He was at a loss. Now that the horses, cows, and sheep were all sold out, where could he gather so much money?
"Halt!" Following Tie An's shout, many of Mo Jiazi's brothers surrounded Meton.
Now that the war was over, Xue Rengui had already left Lanzhou with the Firearms Bureau and returned to Chang 'an. Naturally, the bodyguard beside Meton was Mo Jiazi's younger brother.
Meton took a closer look. It was actually Manager Li and Dongjia Lu, who wanted to lower the price. The two of them were smiling apologetically at Tie An and waving at Meton awkwardly.
"Let them come over!" Meton signaled Tie An to let them pass.
"Why are you two still here?" Meton asked in a bad mood. The livestock had already been sold, so logically speaking, the two of them should have left by now. Why were they still here?
Manager Li and Dongjia Lu looked at each other and smiled awkwardly. "I don't know if Merton can get more livestock. I want to order another batch."
Meton couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Back then, I had so many livestock that you didn't want. Now that they're all sold out, you came looking for me instead."
Manager Li smiled apologetically. "Back then, we had a cash flow problem. We really didn't have any extra money!"
Dongjia Lu nodded and smiled apologetically.
Meton said leisurely, "So now you have a cash flow problem? You must have made a lot of money! "
Manager Li couldn't help but smile. "It's all thanks to Merton that we have this opportunity to make a fortune."
"I heard that the price of mutton in Chang 'an has increased again?" Meton sneered at Dongjia Lu.
Dongjia Lu's face suddenly turned bitter. Seeing that Meton had a large flock of sheep, they had planned to work together to lower the price. Unfortunately, Meton took a different approach. He bought sheep and gave away land to attract a large number of Guanlong people to come to Shanzhou for gold. As a result, all the sheep were sold out.
With the disappearance of the sheep, the price of meat in the Great Tang soared once more. Many sheep merchants were filled with regret. Moton's price had been the lowest in the entire industry, and they had missed the opportunity to strike it rich. Now, they could only thicken their faces and seek out Moton again.
"I'm showing off my slight skill in front of an expert. Merton, please don't laugh at me." Dongjia Lu smiled bitterly.
In the business circle of Chang 'an City, Moton had led the Mo Family Village to become famous in a short period of time. It was not an undeserved reputation. Lv Dongjia was just a small sheep merchant. After seeing Moton's means, he could only feel ashamed.
"We know that Marquis Mo is a man of great stature. Naturally, we wouldn't want to trouble Marquis Mo with such a small business. This time, it's not just us sheep merchants who have come. There are also cattle merchants and horse merchants with the same intention.
"Merton's means are really brilliant. When the three horizontal and five vertical diagrams appeared, almost all the foot merchants went crazy. Many horses were sold out." Shopkeeper Li clicked his tongue. Foot merchants referred to those merchants who carried goods. The construction of the brick road was really important for these foot merchants. Their demand for cattle and horses immediately increased.
Mo Dun's interest was piqued. He nodded and said, "You two go and collect them. Give me a number. If the amount is large, this Marquis will be able to attack again."
"Then the price!" Dongjia Lu asked carefully.
Meton waved his hand and said, "The price is the same as before! But I'm working for the imperial court. If you dare to play tricks again, don't blame me for being rude. "
"We don't dare, we don't dare!" Dongjia Lu and Shopkeeper Li were happy and shook their heads.
Under the drive of profit, the efficiency of the merchants made everyone blush with shame. In less than a day, a thick stack of orders was placed in front of Meton and Gao Shilian.
"So many?" Gao Shilian couldn't help but breathe quickly.
He really underestimated the power of the merchants. All the merchants knew that this was a rare opportunity. When the Eastern Turks were conquered, the Tang dynasty didn't get many benefits. But this time, the Battle of Tuyuhun, the Tang dynasty made a lot of profits. Coupled with the flood in Shandong, this gave the merchants a chance to make a fortune. If they missed this opportunity, they would regret it for the rest of their lives. So, one by one, they gave out orders.
"Phew!" Meton also let out a heavy breath. With so many orders, except for the small demand for sheep, the number of cattle and horses was almost the same as the number of livestock.
"That's a big business deal! Mo Jiu, do we take it or not? " Gao Shilian asked, but he was already tempted. Now that the next buyer and the price had been agreed, as long as they could get cattle and sheep, the money would be in their hands.
Meton said without hesitation, "Of course, we take it!"
"But Tuyuhun has already handed over 30% of the spoils. If we take more, I'm afraid it will damage the imperial court's prestige!" Gao Shilian frowned.
Meton smiled confidently and said, "The imperial court's prestige comes first. Naturally, we can't take Tuyuhun's cattle and sheep. But I am confident that I can make the tribes of Qinghai hand over their cattle and sheep."
Gao Shilian couldn't help but look at Meton in surprise and asked, "Mo Jiu, do you have a good plan?"
Meton laughed and said, "Previously, we sold sheep and gave away pasture. This time, we can do the opposite and sell pasture to earn cattle and sheep."
"Sell pasture? Where do we have pasture? "Gao Shilian was suddenly confused.
Meton pointed in the direction of Qinghai and said coldly, "After the battle of Tuyuhun, many tribes in Qinghai fell, leaving a lot of good pasture. If the Tang dynasty doesn't intervene, these good pasture will only be seized by the powerful tribes of the grassland. In that case, it's better to let the Tang dynasty use them."
"You're saying that the Tang dynasty should take charge of the ownership of these pasture?" Gao Shilian asked.
"That's right!" Modun nodded heavily.
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