Chapter 427: To Bianjing

The economy of the Northern Song Dynasty is no joke.

As the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, the prosperity of Bianjing is unquestionable. The population exceeded one million, there were thousands of merchants, and there were hawkers hawking along the streets, brothels, taverns, and peddlers. What they sold was the logistics limit of this era, and almost everything could be bought. Moreover, there was a designated no-curfew area, which was also very lively at night. Although there were no modern bright street lights, the large lanterns used by each family to attract customers could also illuminate an area. The lanterns were connected to the city, illuminating the crowds and prosperity.

Wang Yan was not qualified to ride a horse in the capital, so he could only follow the person in charge here, with his hands behind his back, and leisurely looked at the scenery on both sides of the road.

After all, it was the foot of the emperor, the best place. Although the crowd was surging, most of the people seen were in good clothes, and people wearing rags with various patches were a minority. Many people even looked around with undisguised contempt when they saw them looking at each other. The names of country bumpkin and bumpkin were definitely given to the senior official and his subordinates. This is the pride of the common people in the big city, which is normal.

Besides, Wang Yan and others are indeed bumpkins who came to the city, which is really eye-opening. The market in the west city of Yanggu and the bulk commodity distribution center outside the city are already the most prosperous that many people have ever seen. There are constant traffic and people every day, and it is very noisy. But now in the city of Bianjing, they just entered the city, and the noise is in their faces, people whispering, children making noises, and vendors shouting and soliciting, which is far from comparable to Yanggu.

Of course, unlike them, the senior official was just simply eye-opening. After all, he was here for the first time. He used to read about it in the materials, but now he witnessed with his own eyes that such a capital city of a country with a peak level of politics, economy, culture, art, commerce, etc.

The only ancient dynasty he went to was the Ming Dynasty at the end of the dynasty. Unfortunately, he was the top rebel at that time and could not visit the capital in person. When he later decided to make the capital, it had already been looted and destroyed by Li Zicheng and other peasant armies, and people's livelihood was in decline, and there was no trace of the capital's style.

It is different now. After all, after Zhao Ji, the Song Dynasty moved south and never had the current atmosphere. So now is the peak of the Song Dynasty. People are still living and working in peace and contentment. Officials are fighting for their own party while studying how to exploit the people. The emperor is practicing the balance method, practicing Taoism, doing art, and studying how to build a garden and where to get some money. From this point of view, Zhao Ji is quite busy.

"Boss, this is one of our inns. It's not far from the imperial city. Donghua Gate is over there."

Looking up at the inn in front of him, Wang Yan nodded and ordered: "Send a note to Yang Jian, the eunuch, and ask him when he has time. Then order a table of wine from Fanlou. I will treat him to a drink."

"Yes, boss."

"I heard that the Yuxianglou in Bianjing is a good place in the world. I wonder where it is?"

"It's a bit far from us. It's over at Xihua Gate."

"I know, let's go in."

The Wang family's son who was in charge took the order and turned around to take the official into the inn. He introduced them all the way. It's basically equivalent to the big boss's inspection, and the general manager of the branch company accompanied him to introduce.

Because he started with a village, Wang Yan didn't know who was useful and who was not, and his development speed was fast. So now in various non-critical industries, many of them are the sons of Wangjiazhuang, just like Wang Rongchun, who is in charge of Liao's affairs. As long as they have the ability and character, he will use them. Now the one who handles the affairs of Bianjing and helps maintain family relationships is one of the outstanding ones who stands out. People are like this. As long as they are not the second idiot at the east end of the village, as long as they have normal intelligence and are not mentally ill, they must have some talents in some aspects, but they have never been exposed to them and have no stage to display them.

And he naturally has a lot of industries in Bianjing. There are large warehouses for transferring goods outside the city, and there are wine shops, inns, grain and oil shops, etc. in the city. The business of the four capitals is generally like this. Anyway, there is no blindness to make trouble, he will expand if he can. After all, he has paid so much tribute to Zhao Ji, and he can't give it away for free. He is considered the most outstanding businessman now. Of course, he didn't go too far, and he didn't want to get involved in everything. After all, doing business these days is not that simple. Even if the title of emperor is useful, it can't be counted.

It was noon when they arrived at the place. After eating and drinking in the inn and resting for a while, Wang Yan took two strong men who acted as his attendants to go shopping, appreciate the different scenery of this place, and feel the magnificent painting of Qingming Shanghe Tu that has been handed down for nearly a thousand years.

Of course, the picture depicts the outside of the city, and he is in the inner city at the moment. In the inner city, most of the dignitaries are dignitaries, and they are all people with a little status. Correspondingly, the prosperity here is far from comparable to the outside of the city, after all, the consumption capacity is there.

Just strolling around all the way, breaking the hands of three thieves, helping the prefect of Kaifeng to add a new work performance, and ending this half-day tour of Bianjing.

It is normal to have thieves. Yanggu County has caught so many people, and there are so many people who build bridges and pave roads. There are still dirty hands, not to mention the capital with the largest population mobility, or the inner city where dignitaries gather, which is a good place for stealing. There is no shortage of courageous people in this world...

Fanlou, a comprehensive hotel integrating catering, accommodation, leisure and entertainment, is the undisputed number one in the Song Dynasty today, and a veritable den of money. To entertain the eunuch who is deeply trusted by Zhao Ji and has great power, of course, we have to find the best place, so Fanlou is the only choice.

Originally, it was said that Master Li also met Zhao Ji in Fanlou, but now due to plot reasons, a Yuxiang Tower was built to house it.

On the second day after arriving in Bianjing, the official got up early, did two sets of boxing exercises to stretch his body, washed up and had breakfast, and then continued to wander to the Daxiangguo Temple. This place has been visited by many people, so there is no need to do anything. Take a look. In addition, we also went to the Bian River outside the city and compared the angles of the Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival. For food on the way, we only found random small restaurants. After wandering around like this all day, I stood in front of Fan Lou at night.

The location of Fan Tower is excellent, just on Yu Street, not far from Xuande Gate, the south gate of the imperial city. The entire building occupies a large area and is a scattered group of buildings, not just one tall building.

He couldn't see the whole picture from the front, and Wang Yan was not interested in knowing in detail what the Fan Tower had. He only knew the distance by walking by the side of the Fan Tower when he came here.

At the main entrance is a single-story building with a height of five feet. Above the door hangs the word "Fan Lou" written vertically. The handwriting is vigorous and flying, and it must have been written by a famous artist. The building's cornices and brackets look high-end and majestic. Anyway, as long as it doesn't violate the rules, everything can be done. Connected to the rear is a five-story building. Looking at the distribution of windows, the floor height must be more than ten feet. Under the eaves on the roof, there is the same plaque, but it is two sizes larger than the one below. Overall, it's very impressive.

Seeing Wang Yan and his two long attendants watching at the door with their hands behind their hands, looking calm and composed, unlike the others who were looking back and forth at the roads on both sides, a young boy immediately stepped forward to greet him with a smile: "This is Dear Sir, why are you standing at the door and not entering?"

This young man behaved dignifiedly and generously, without groveling, and his smile was just right. It looked like he had been trained, and I guess everything inside should be like this and have received professional training.

"This is my first time here, so I want to take a closer look at the Fan Tower building." The official laughed and said, "My name is Wang Yan. I have made a reservation in advance. I wonder if anyone has come yet?"

The boy thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "No one has come yet. You have decided to go to the fifth floor of the front building. Should you go in first, or..."

"Just wait a little longer."

He arrived half an hour early. Yang Jian was his backer and he was so majestic, so of course he had to wait at the door.

The boy nodded, and just as he was about to reply, he heard a burst of laughter from next to him, and then came an energetic voice: "But Ziyan is waiting here?"

Ziyan is Wang Yan's name, which he chose himself. In fact, it existed during the Ming Dynasty, but generally no one called it. After all, he was in a soldier's nest at that time, and his subordinates didn't dare to shout. His peers were receiving the money, and the shouts he made were all about his duties, and the superiors rarely shouted.

He didn't have any intention in choosing this word, he simply used '子' as a filler. After all, the word choice is an explanation of the name, or the blessing of some elders, or it means the opposite. His "Yan" was chosen by his father because it is simple, easy to write, easy to listen to, and easy to remember, without any complicated meaning. According to the definition of "yan", there are generally three interpretations: speech, writing, and agreement.

If he really wants to say this, it is 'saying', so it can also be called 'Confucius said'... It can be regarded as a pleasure for yourself, and it is only used in the ancient world...

Hearing this, Wang Yan turned his head with a smile and looked at the old eunuch who came out of the sedan and came towards him and bowed: "Wang Yan has met Mr. Yang."

The Ministry of Internal Affairs and Internal Affairs is divided into internal and external areas. Everyone in the Ministry of Internal Affairs and Internal Affairs knows that Yang Jian is the real eldest brother of the palace and a close confidant of Zhao Ji. Of course he played a big part in this, which was quite significant.

"No need to be polite, no need to be polite." Yang Jian stepped forward to help Wang Yan up, took his arm and laughed again: "I knew you were a young hero, but now that I see you, it really surprises me. You are really too young. ”

"Wang Yan is where he is today because of the support of the high officials." Before Yang Jian could speak, Wang Yan continued, "Sir, let's not stand at the door. Let's talk after we go inside."

Yang Jian nodded in agreement with a smile, and then walked in front, led by the boy beside him, to the private room on the fifth floor facing the street. As the two people left, many people standing beside them began to discuss in a buzzing manner. As the celebrities around Zhao Ji, of course they knew Yang Jian, but they didn't know who the person who made Yang Jian greet him with a smile and be very polite was. This was very important...

Seeing the boy go out, Yang Jian smiled and said: "Zi Yan, today I informed the officials about your coming to Beijing. The officials are very happy and asked you to go to the palace to have lunch together tomorrow noon. The officials want to talk to you. "

"Sir, I wonder what I want to say to you?"

Although he thought that Zhao Ji was going to give him a shot of chicken blood, show off his imperial image, fool him, and calm him down, but after all, the number of supervisors and two thousand troops were increased, and he didn't know Zhao Ji's specific thoughts. .

Seeing Wang Yan's cautious and uneasy look, Yang Jian shook his head and smiled: "You have made hundreds of thousands of dollars for the official family this year, and all the palace expenses are yours. This year, the official family has paid back to the palace." The servants rewarded you a lot, and everyone in the palace was happy, and the officials were even happier. So you don't need to be afraid. Although I didn't say it, I must be very satisfied with you after serving the Lord for many years. I want to reward you, not only the officials. Even I want to thank you, Ziyan.”

"It's all what I should have done, why should I say thank you? Without your support, how could I be where I am today? Even now that you and the official family are protecting me, some people are still thinking about those formulas. If not, wouldn't I have to be killed in life?" Tear it up? So it’s my turn to thank you.”

Of course Yang Jian had to thank him. After all, Zhao Ji had a 10% share. He got hundreds of thousands of strings of cash, and Yang Jian also got tens of thousands of strings of cash. Besides, he got a lot of cash when he asked for directions before. Adding the two together, he could get 100,000 strings of cash. Not to mention that Zhao Ji had recommended him to the great official Wang. In addition, Yang Jian had assigned many partners in the past year, and he had made a lot of invisible profits. He made a lot of money. Yang Jian's status now is much higher than that of the same period in history.

Yang Jian did not take credit for it. He knew that Wang Yan was telling the truth, but he also knew that he was not the only one who could do it: "Those who are plotting against the formula, have you found out who is behind it? Stealing business from the government, they are courting death!"

"They came here with the intention of dying, and they have not been found yet."

"Be careful, don't be careless, otherwise you and I will lose our heads. Do you want me to send someone from the Imperial City Division to help? They are more knowledgeable about these things."

Wang Yan smiled and said, "Thank you, sir. It's up to the government and you to decide."

In fact, Wangjiazhuang already has enough spies, and of course there is no shortage of people from the Imperial City Division. Now they have to stuff them into his home openly, which he doesn't care about.

Yang Jian drooped his old face and stared at the official for two seconds, then smiled like a chrysanthemum again: "After all, it has been a year, not once or twice. I think your defense is very strict. Just be careful and don't relax."

"Yes."

After a while, the dishes began to be served. The water was full of beautiful girls, smiling sweetly, speaking sweetly, and very professional. In fact, the ancients were no worse than modern people. They could think of what we can think of. Of course, this is after removing the huge gap in technology. Just like the current Fanlou, from the perspective of the service industry, it is no worse than modern hotels, and even better.

"The cooking of this Fanlou is unique, the best in the world, and this Meishou is a rare wine. Ziyan doesn't need to worry, just eat and drink." Yang Jian picked up a dish for Wang Yan with chopsticks, and then patted himself: "Look at me, I am really old, and I have forgotten that your chef can cook. I heard that it is very delicious?"

"It is still much worse than the delicacies of this Fanlou."

"Then eat more."

Then the two of them talked and laughed while eating and drinking, talking about the situation in the court, Cai Jing, Tong Guan, and some of Yang Jian's direct lineage. These are all critical information for others, but for Mr. Wang, it is just meaningless nonsense. After all, he has been with Zhao Ji, and those things are useless to him. He has no interest in officialdom, and is just a small businessman. This kind of situation doesn't matter. If he doesn't make trouble, no one will target him.

If someone targets him for no reason, some clean officials will protect him. Nothing else, he can make money, satisfy Zhao Ji's extravagance, and let the treasury's expenses go to the right place, and exploit the poor less. After all, this nation has never lacked people who seek benefits for the people.

Of course, the main reason is that he will launch new products from time to time, and others cannot imitate them, which guarantees his monopoly and saves his life. If it is just a new thing to make money, what's wrong with killing it? But it's important to come up with new things in an endless stream. It's the relationship between a small gold mine and a big gold mountain.

Yang Jian's good attitude is that he received money, but also that he can receive more money in the future, and even more because of some of the petty tricks in the process, that is power.

After having a meal until the evening, he was told to wait in the inn for someone to pick him up tomorrow. He ignored Yang Jian's eunuch's teasing that a man should not stay in the gentle place of Fanlou. The official smiled and sent Yang Jian away, and took two long-time servants who were eating here with their mouths full of oil and strolled back to his residence to rest.

Since he knew that he would meet Zhao Ji tomorrow, he could not run around. He went back to the inn and waited in peace. He had to show some respect to the emperor Zhao Ji and show his attitude...

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