"Congratulations to the Mo's Village for saving more than one million strings of cash."
When the huge banner was hung in the bank of the Mo's Village, the people of Chang 'an couldn't help but twitch their faces even though they had expected it.
That was one million strings of cash, not a few hundred coins. Hundreds of strings of cash, they had never heard of anyone who could have such a huge wealth except the imperial court. The money accumulated in the bank of the Mo's Village in several months was even more than the wealth owned by the oldest aristocratic family of the Tang dynasty. Although the money didn't belong to Meton, Meton had the right to control it, which was a huge power in itself.
"How much interest does Mo Jiazi have to pay every year?" Many people clicked their tongues and said.
A businessman sneered and said, "The annual interest of 3% is nothing. The interest of Mo Jiazi's loan is at least 6%, which is double the difference. No matter how you look at it, Mo Jiazi doesn't suffer any loss."
"I heard that Mo Jiazi only kept 200,000 strings of cash and loaned out 800,000 strings of cash. He can earn at least 30,000 strings of cash every year." A man clicked his tongue and said.
"800,000 strings of cash? That's a lot!" People exclaimed.
"Of course. The annual interest of 6% has never been seen before. If he doesn't borrow money now, will he borrow money from the Qian's when he runs out of money?" A businessman sneered.
The man hesitated and said, "If everyone borrows money from the bank, then the Qian's will …"
The businessman snorted and said, "Of course no one cares about it. As far as I know, the big banks in Chang 'an haven't opened for a long time."
"The Qian's Village, you also have such a day." People gnashed their teeth and said.
The Qian's Village had a bad reputation. Hearing that the Qian's Village was unlucky, people all clapped their hands and cheered.
"Mo Jiazi has gone too far."
In a secret manor outside the city, the second boss of the Qian's Village looked at the poor performance of his bank and said furiously.
Cao Guangqi said bitterly, "Boss, now people in Chang 'an are scrambling to borrow money from Mo Jiazi, but no one is interested in the major banks."
The business of the bank in Village Mo was booming, but it was gloomy for the Qian Family. For a long time, the Qian Family had always been successful in making use of their own money. However, compared with the Mo Family's annual interest rate of 6%, they suddenly showed their ugly side and were boycotted by everyone.
"The Mo family wants to be my Qian family's eternal enemy." The second master of the Qian family gnashed his teeth. He didn't realize that it was he who provoked Meton first. If he didn't use the fake banknote case and the influence of Ziqian's family to force the Mo Family into a corner, how could Meton fight back so fiercely?
Businessmen had always been cautious in their business. They only did business as much as they had the capital. The credit market was originally not big, but after the bank in Village Mo's Village did this, the market of the bank was almost gone. The several businesses that were originally targeted had already been out of trouble. Not only did they have no business for a period of time, but as long as the bank in Village Mo's Village existed, the Qian Family would never recover.
"Now the Qian Families all over the country have sent letters to us, blaming us for provoking Mo Jiazi rashly." Cao Guangqi said helplessly. The second master of the Qian Family had provoked Mo Jiazi and created a big enemy for the Qian Family. Other Qian Families naturally put the blame on the second master of the Qian Family.
The second master of the Qian Family blushed and said, "These idiots still don't understand. When Mo Jiazi established the bank, he had foreseen that this scene would happen sooner or later. The Mo Family and the Qian Family would be at odds with each other sooner or later."
It had to be said that the second master of the Qian Family was right. The bank and the bank both made a living by running money. The nature of their business was similar. Sooner or later, they would be at odds with each other. The provocation of the second master of the Qian Family just detonated it in advance.
"Second master, what should we do now?" Cao Guangqi frowned and asked.
The second master of the Qian Family sneered and said, "What should we do? Mo Jiazi's ambition is known to all. The bank in Village Mo's Village has expanded to four cities and one village. In time, when the bank in Village Mo's Village has opened ten roads in the Tang dynasty, I hope they can still sit still."
"Without the lips, the teeth will feel cold. Master, you are wise." Cao Guangqi complimented.
The second master of the Qian Family said proudly, "Mo Jiazi, don't be complacent. The Qian Family has been passed down for thousands of years. It is not easy for you to shake it."
Suddenly, with a sound of flapping, a carrier pigeon flew straight into the living room and landed beside the second master of the Qian Family.
The second master of the Qian Family reached out and took out a secret letter from the cylinder on the carrier pigeon's leg. As soon as he opened it, his face changed greatly and he suddenly exclaimed, "How could this be possible?"
"Master, what's wrong?" Cao Guangqi asked hurriedly.
"We have been exposed. The yamen runners of Chang 'an County are coming." The second master of the Qian Family looked at the letter in his hand and said with a pale face. If it were not for the secret plan of the Qian Family, they would not even know that the yamen runners had come.
"How could this be possible?" Cao Guangqi suddenly said with a shocked face. The Qian Family's ability to survive was to hide in the dark. If Mo Jiazi knew their identity, they would be punished by Mo Jiazi. After all, the fake banknote case alone had already made Mo Jiazi suffer a great loss. More importantly, Mo Jiazi would not tolerate a den of fake banknotes right under his nose, which would make the Mo Family feel as if a fishbone was stuck in their throat.
"It seems that we can't keep this beautiful manor anymore." The second master of the Qian Family looked at the beautiful manor and said with a regretful face.
"What about Old Craftsman Liu and his family?" Cao Guangqi asked carefully.
The second master of the Qian Family's face turned cold. He raised his hand and made a gesture to silence him.
Cao Guangqi understood and nodded. He turned and left. After Cao Guangqi left, the second master of the Qian Family waved his hand and two warriors immediately left with Cao Guangqi.
Soon, a few screams came from underground. After a while, two warriors covered in blood came back and reported, "Master, Cao Guangqi and the Liu Family have been silenced."
The second master of the Qian Family looked at the thick smoke coming from the underground secret room and said with a trace of regret, "Cao Guangqi, don't hate me. Since you have been exposed, as a member of the Qian Family, you should know that this will be your end."
Cao Guangqi had been with him for a long time. Now that he was forced to silence him, how could he feel good?
"Master, let's go. The fire has already started. The yamen runners of Chang 'an County will be here soon." One of the warriors urged.
The second master of the Qian Family did not insist. He nodded obediently and turned to enter a secret passage. Soon, he appeared a few miles away from the manor.
The second master of the Qian Family stepped onto the carriage that had been prepared. He looked back and saw the burning manor in the distance. He could not help but reveal a trace of coldness and said, "Mo Jiazi, this is the second time you have forced me to flee. I will remember today's grudge. Let's go back to Chang 'an City."
"Second Brother, where are we going?" Suddenly, a clear young girl's voice rang out. The second master of the Qian Family felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Wu Meiniang." The second master of the Qian Family suddenly raised his head and saw Wu Meiniang surrounded by a group of Mo Jiazi's brothers. The originally sallow and emaciated Wu Meiniang in the Martial House had now grown into a lively young girl. She looked at Wu Yuanshuang with a faint smile.
Mo Tang
Mo Tang
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
