Chapter 297 Not Much Conscience

"My nephew, why don't you go back and discuss this with the Zhu family master?" Ji Wuyin reminded kindly.

Zhu Congwen said dissatisfiedly, "Uncle Ji Shi, I already told you that this is a surprise I prepared for my father. I have to discuss it with him. What other surprises are there?"

Ji Wuyin: ...I'm afraid that for Zhu Changnian, this is not a surprise, but a shock.

"My nephew, sometimes it's better to be safe when doing business."

Zhu Congwen couldn't listen at all. He just felt that there was no more stable deal than this! "Uncle Ji Shi, just tell me whether you want to borrow this money or not!"

Ji Wuyin shook his head.

Zhu Congwen was dissatisfied, "Am I not the legitimate son of the Zhu family enough to borrow 200,000 taels? It's not like I won't give you interest!"

"If your father agrees to this, or if your father knows about it, and you want to borrow 200,000 taels, of course there will be no problem with us."

Zhu Congwen:......

Ji Wuyin reminded vaguely, "Uncle Shi is also worried that you will be deceived."

Zhu Congwen only felt that he was verbose, "I am such an old man, who can easily deceive me?"

How could he be deceived? His father sent him to Zhuya Island. He accidentally fell into a cave while hunting and discovered a gold mine.

It’s really hard to persuade the damn ghost.

Zhu Congwen obviously fell into the trap. What kind of ecstasy soup did Xie Zhan pour into him? Look at how obsessed he is, even eight cows can't pull him back.

Referring to others, Ji Wuyin thought that if Lu Songli hadn't reminded him before leaving, he wouldn't have rushed back to Nandi from Liaodong County so quickly and wouldn't have been able to catch up with this trip.

Currently, it is his eldest son who manages Ji's Bank. He knew his eldest son and would lend Zhu Congwen 200,000 taels as long as he was willing to pay high interest. After all, he can't see the turbulent waves under the current undercurrent in Nandi, and where the Zhu family's property is, the eldest son will definitely feel that if Zhu Congwen still doesn't pay, the debt will go to Zhu Changnian, and he can get the money back. . This is probably what his eldest son thinks.

But if chaos really breaks out in the Southland, I don’t know to what extent it will be. The two hundred thousand taels will probably be wasted.

Now with the reminder from Liaodong County, Ji Wuyin was extremely alert, "Nephew, it's not that Uncle Shi won't lend you money, but there are rules in the industry. The loan of two hundred thousand taels of silver must have collateral."

Zhu Congwen frowned, "Can't I pay you high interest? And I won't have to delay the money for too long before I can pay you back."

Ji Wuyin insisted on asking for the collateral, "The collateral is equivalent to two hundred thousand taels of silver. As long as you repay the money within the agreed time, you can redeem the collateral at any time. You only need to pay the interest during the period." Just do it. Are you so hesitant or do you not have confidence in yourself?"

Zhu Congwen: What a joke! If he invests in other things, he may not have confidence. How can he not have confidence in gold mining?

"What collateral do you want?"

"It's not what I want as collateral, but what you have to pledge."

Zhu Congwen thought for a while and said, "Is it okay to use grain as a mortgage?" His father and second uncle loved him, so he could secretly embezzle the grain from two or three granaries and mortgage it. It should be okay, right?

"Can."

Soon, the two parties signed an agreement, and they only waited for Zhu Congwen to get the food. Both parties would pay and deliver the goods.

Things went smoothly. After bidding farewell to Ji Wuyin, Zhu Congwen left Ji's Bank with brisk steps.

Ji Wuyin saw it and secretly shook his head.

A businessman pursues profit, and he has some conscience, but really only a little bit, not much. I just used a handful and threw it on Zhu Congwen, which was very generous. Zhu Congwen insisted on going his own way, and there was nothing he could do.

Liaodong County was dedicated to picking peaches, and there was no way he could ruin their plans. At the same time, he was also planning in his mind how the Ji family would deal with the next chaos.

Ji Wuyin ordered the steward on the side, "Quick, go and call the young master over."

Originally, he thought that his eldest son had worked hard while he was away from the Southland, so he intended to give him a day off. Now, it's time to get up, why take a break? Get up and work for him!

Not long after, the eldest son woke up and was rushed to Ji's Bank.

"Quickly, count how much money the Zhu family and the Lu family have in our Ji's Bank?"

"Dad, what happened?"

"You all get out..."

After the place was completely cleared and only the father and son were left in the whole house, Ji Wuyin took out the letter and talked to his eldest son about the changes that might happen in the Southland next.

After listening to his father's words, Mr. Ji completely woke up from his nap.

If, as Lu Songli, Xue Guangxian and others expected, there would be chaos in the Southland and several aristocratic families would be involved, money would definitely be used.

Then, if Ji's Bank is not prepared, there may be a risk of a run!

Thinking that his family might be implicated in this turmoil, which was deeply implicated, Ji Wuyin couldn't help but curse, "Xie Zhan, you are so poisonous."

Late at night, Panyu Pier

Ji Wuyin personally led people to start transporting food.

He had no choice but to transport food late at night.

When the disaster hit Nandi, the county governor came to ask for alms, and Ji Wuyin generously donated 50,000 taels.

Later, people set up two stalls outside the city to give out porridge.

Nowadays, the floods have not receded, and the southern region has been affected extensively. Houses and farmland have been destroyed, and there are too many homeless people. The imperial court is unable to solve various problems caused by the floods in the southern region.

Donating materials to soup kitchens is just a drop in the bucket.

The current situation in the South is like this. If he was seen transporting so much grain in public during the day, wouldn't that bring disaster?

Ji Wuyin endured for two hours, watching bags of grain being carried onto the ship by the laborers and stacked, ready to be transported to Liaodong County.

His heart was bleeding. These 80,000 shi of grain plus the 20,000 shi previously transported to Liaodong County directly emptied his grain.

His confidants thought that he made money from this batch of grain, and then he made money by investing it.

Because it is obvious that from now on, the price of grain will not be low until the second half of the year. According to past practice, he would not sell it without a premium from the buyer.

But how could they know that he didn't make any money after all this trouble, and the money went into other people's pockets.

Ji Wuyin was grateful to Liaodong County, but he was really stingy, which did not prevent his heart from bleeding.