I am Emperor Wanli

Chapter 474 The Zongshe Party is taking action!

Prince Longde Zhu Jingrong and Lieutenant Zhu Shenjing, who was temporarily in charge of the Jin vassal affairs and served as the governor of Fengguo, walked into the lobby on the first floor of Chunxi Tower.

When the waiter saw them, he immediately came up to them with a smile and said, "Gentlemen, the private rooms are ready. It's on the third floor, Xiuhua Pavilion. Please come in!"

Zhu Jingrong and Zhu Shenjing nodded, lifted their collarbones, and followed him toward the stairwell.

The lobby on the first floor was bustling with people.

Dozens of tables were filled with delicious wine and food, and the people sitting around were toasting and laughing loudly.

Standing on the stairs, Zhu Jingrong couldn't help but turn his head and take a look. Those surging heads were all golden dolls. So many people flowed through the day.

You are making a fortune every day. I am so envious.

"Man, your restaurant business is really good."

"Sir, it's all thanks to you. Thank you for taking care of me!"

Zhu Shenjing couldn't help but turn his head and take a look, his greedy eyes reluctant to leave.

The second and third floors were much quieter, but every private room had a sign saying they were occupied. The sound of stringed instruments and bamboo singing could be heard faintly, which aroused people's reverie.

Zhu Jingrong couldn't help asking again: "Your private rooms are all full."

"Today's emperor is wise, the prince is intelligent, and the world is peaceful, so business will be much easier." The clerk continued with his clichés.

Zhu Shenjing looked at the private room inside again and again with greedy eyes.

"So many private rooms are full, how much money can we make?"

The guy couldn't help but look at the two of them.

How come you two care more about how much money our restaurant can make than our boss?

Zhu Jingrong and Zhu Shenjing were invited to the private room of Xiuhua Pavilion on the third floor. They were asked to take a seat, served Maojian tea, and a cookbook was taken out.

"My lords, what would you like to eat or drink?"

Zhu Jingrong asked with a crooked mouth: "What do you have?"

"Sir, we have a lot to eat here. Camel humps from the northwest, bear paws from the northeast, lambs from the south of the desert, ape lips from the South China Sea, leopard fetuses from the southwest.
Herring, grouper, catfish, swordfish, bass, and skate from the sea and river.
Frying, deep-frying, cooking, and stir-frying. Hot pot, charcoal grilling, and teppanyaki from Xiyuan, we have them all here.”

Zhu Shenjing deliberately asked: "What about drinking?"

“Drinking is even more.

The nearby ones include the capital's local yellow rice wine, Jizhou's coix wine, Yongping's mulberry wine, Yizhou's Yi wine, Cangzhou's Cang wine, Daming's Diao wine and Jiao wine, and Jinan's Qiulubai.

From far away there are Taijiu from Taihe, Magu Shengongquan wine, Jinpanlu wine from Lanxi, Doujiu from Shaoxing, Mulberry wine from western Guangdong, Litchi wine from eastern Guangdong, Snow wine and Milin wine from Yangzhou, Tan wine and Sanbai wine from Suzhou, Xiangling wine and Fen wine from Shanxi, Putao wine from Guanzhong, and Pitong wine from Chengdu.

Further afield, there is mare’s milk wine from the southern desert, wine from Ningxia, monkey wine from Yunnan, and coconut wine from the South China Sea.”

The waiter chattered off a string of wine names, leaving Zhu Jingrong and Zhu Shenjing dumbfounded.

That's a lot of wine.

I didn't expect that after being in the capital for so long, I only realized that so many kinds of wine were shipped to the capital from all over the country.

“Which one tastes better?”

"Everyone has their own preferences. It's hard for me to say, it all depends on your taste."

Zhu Jingrong and Zhu Shenjing looked at each other, ordered five or six dishes at random, and ordered two pots of Qiulubai tea.

After the waiter left, Zhu Shenjing could not help but say to Zhu Jingrong, "Brother, there is really everything you want in the capital, countless delicacies, endless fine wines, and endless beauties.

Xiyuan invited us to Beijing, so we really have to thank him."

"Thank him for what?
Study in class every day, write a learning summary every three days, hold a small criticism and self-criticism meeting every five days, and a general meeting every ten days?
My dear brother, it is not easy to live in Beijing. Without money, no matter how happy you are, it has nothing to do with you and me. With money, you can be a god everywhere. "

Zhu Shenjing leaned over and smiled: "Brother, I think this restaurant is quite profitable. Should we open one too? It will bring in a lot of money and a fortune every day."

"Where should we open one? A restaurant needs to be in a busy city, and it needs a good location. It also needs a shopkeeper, waiters, and cooks, none of which can be missing. Where can you and I find them?"

"Why are we going through so much trouble? Brother, we are all people of status, so why not just rob an existing one?
Brother, I think this Chunxilou is pretty good."

Zhu Jingrong glanced at him and said, "We have shitty identities! We, the princes, are worthless. We are not even willing to wipe dog shit off the soles of other people's shoes!
Behind all these money-making channels in the capital, there are big names. They all have connections all the way to Xiyuan. We are nothing in front of them!

Only when you have power and influence can you have money, otherwise everything is shit!"

Zhu Shenjing sneered a few times, "Brother, I knew it a long time ago. This is how the world is. If you have power, you can wear gold and silver, eat delicious food and drink spicy food, and you can do whatever you want.

Without power or status, I work like a cow or a horse, eating grass and chaff. "

At this point, he leaned over and asked coldly: "Brother, how can our great cause be accomplished?
As long as we can eradicate the treacherous villains and return power to the emperor, this prince's position will be secure, with power and influence, and he can do whatever he wants!"

Zhu Jingrong slammed the table and said, "My dear brother, you are right! This is how the world is. If you and I don't fight hard, we will never be able to come to Chunxi Tower again!"

He looked around and said softly, "Don't worry, brother. We are here to make contact today. Once we get the information about the person in Xiyuan, we will be able to act more effectively."

"Brother, you are really smart!"

After waiting for a while, the food and drinks were served. After waiting for another ten minutes, someone knocked gently at the door.

Zhu Jingrong rushed forward, opened the door, looked into each other's eyes, nodded, let the visitor in, stuck his head out from the crack in the door, looked around, and when he saw nothing unusual, he closed the door.

The man was wearing a blue robe and a folded hat, and looked like a servant of a wealthy family. There were at least 30,000 such people in the capital.

He was very alert. He walked around the room, listened for a while by sticking to three walls, and then sat down without introducing himself. He just looked at Zhu Shenjing and raised his eyebrows at Zhu Jingrong.

"One of our own." Zhu Jingrong explained quickly, "An outstanding talent from the royal family."

The visitor nodded, came close to Zhu Jingrong, and whispered, "Tomorrow, the Portuguese envoys will leave, and that person will go to Sifang Pavilion incognito to see them off."

Then he remained silent.

Zhu Jingrong frowned, "What else?"

The man did not say anything, but tapped on the table with his right index finger, making a sharp sound.

Zhu Jingrong had no choice but to take out four pieces of mulberry paper from his arms and place them in front of the visitor.

"Wells Fargo Bank draft, totaling six thousand silver dollars. Brother, be honest and do what you are paid for."

The man glanced at Zhu Jingrong, picked up the bills calmly, looked at each one carefully from top to bottom and left to right, and after verifying that they were authentic, he stuffed them into his arms with a satisfied and proud smile on his face.

"Three days later, the Imperial Observatory will release a hot air balloon at the Nanyuan training ground. The one from Xiyuan will definitely go."

After saying that, he stood up and walked away. After taking two steps, he turned back, picked up the wine pot and gulped down a few mouthfuls. Then he picked up the chopsticks, picked up a few pieces of meat and fish, stuffed them into his mouth, and ate with his cheeks puffed up. His mouth was full of oil, and he picked up the wine pot again and gulped down two mouthfuls. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and saluted: "Thank you."

He opened the door and walked away.

Zhu Shenjing was very dissatisfied, "What the hell!"

Zhu Jingrong followed him to the door, opened it, stuck his head out and looked around, found nothing unusual, closed the door gently, and sat back in his seat.

"Brother, who is it?" Zhu Shenjing asked.

"Who is it? Someone who is greedy for money and can give us information." Zhu Jingrong did not intend to reveal the identity of the visitor.

Zhu Shenjing rolled his eyes and was too lazy to ask any further questions.

"Brother, is the information you gave accurate?"

"I bought information from him once, and it was accurate."

"Then let's gather our men and ambush on the road to Sifang Pavilion." Zhu Shenjing asked, suppressing his excitement.

Zhu Jingrong picked up another pot of new wine, took two clean wine glasses and filled them with wine.

He picked up one of the cups, raised his neck, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Why are you panicking!" Zhu Jingrong said in a muffled voice.

"Brother, what should we do?"

"This is a serious matter, we must be extremely careful. Let's watch from Sifang Pavilion first, and don't take any action. If we really see that person, it won't be too late to take action in Nanyuan.

The area is sparsely populated, with many rivers and swamps, and reeds and weeds everywhere, so it is difficult to find thousands of ambushed troops."

Zhu Shenjing's eyes lit up, "Brother is really smart! Let's go to Sifang Pavilion to find out the man's background first. If the information is really reliable, we will take action in Nanyuan.

Brother, you are really the reincarnation of Wu Hou and Zhang Liang. You are much better than that fierce but timid Zhu Yuntan. You are our leader and we only obey you.

With you leading the way, we will accomplish great things!
Brother, I'll give you a toast!"

Zhu Jingrong smiled faintly and reservedly, took the wine pot and poured wine for Zhu Shenjing and himself.

"Keep a low profile. We need to keep a low profile."

The next day, in Sifang Pavilion.

The chief of the Portuguese delegation, Conseda of Aveiro and León, had a worried look on his face.

We can set off today, take a river boat to Dagu, and then take a sea ship, taking advantage of the northwest wind, heading south all the way back to Malacca.

No, maybe there are no Portuguese in Malacca anymore, and I might have to travel thousands of miles to Goa.

He deeply realized that the Crown Prince of Ming was decisive and swift in his actions.

That time, the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty met with me and informed me instead of negotiating with me that the Portuguese must give up Haojing Town and go to the trading port to declare customs and anchor like other foreign merchants.

Less than a month later, the Honglu Temple informed him that Guangdong had mobilized 3,000 coastal defense battalions and 120 large and small warships to surround Haojing, then entered the town to conduct a check, rescued 1,210 abducted Ming women, and arrested 673 criminals including human traffickers, bandits, wounding people, and smugglers hiding in Haojing.

The Portuguese, including the sailors of five ships, totaling 4,759 people, were all driven out of the trenches. They took their belongings and hurriedly boarded the Portuguese ships and the six ships provided by the Ming Dynasty and moved to the outlying islands outside the Hong Kong Port to settle down temporarily.

Those who wished to continue to stay in the Ming Dynasty could apply for the declaration according to the "Regulations on the Declaration of Entry and Residence of Foreigners in the 46th Year of Jiajing". Those who did not want to stay could either follow the returning Portuguese ships back to Goa, or charter a Ming Dynasty ship to Longkou Port first and then transfer to Goa.

Seeing this note, Leon seemed to be struck by lightning and was speechless for a long time.

It’s really about notifying yourself, not discussing with yourself.

He anxiously asked the official of the Honglu Temple, "Malaka, what happened to Malaka?"

The official of the Honglu Temple told him politely, "We in the Honglu Temple are only responsible for delivering messages, and we are not responsible for the actual military affairs. Regarding the trench mirror, we also received an urgent message from the Guangdong governor, which was sent 800 miles away. After the cabinet sent a letter, we reported it to you as usual.

As for Malacca, we can only receive the letter after the South China Sea Navy finishes its work and reports it to you at an urgent speed of 800 miles. Then we can inform your envoy as usual."

These days, Leon was very confused. What on earth were we doing coming all the way to the capital of the Ming people?
Missionary Francis was also lost and confused.

In recent months he has spent a lot of energy spreading the gospel of God.

He worked hard to learn Mandarin, and then went to the streets to tell people the story of Jesus and spread his teachings.

But after listening with great interest, people started to make random comments: "This Jesus kid is a bit pitiful.

"A virgin getting pregnant is really bullshit. The nuns in the nunnery give birth to babies just fine, and it's not as ridiculous as this."

After the discussion, they dispersed.

Francis became anxious and tried to persuade them to convert to religion, but these people immediately changed their attitude.

I don't believe you at all, you old man are such a bad guy!
What benefit can this Jesus bring me that I should believe in him?

Can he bless me to get rich, or to give birth to a son?
Marcien and Manuela, however, felt like fish in water and suddenly felt reborn.

Maxien transformed himself from Leon's adjutant to the glorious artillery captain of the Ling'ao battleship of the Ming Dynasty's Xuanwu Navy.

The silver of the Ming Dynasty was also shining brightly, and people here were richer and life was more comfortable.

Making money is not shameful.

Columbus was Italian and Magellan was Portuguese. One discovered the New World for Spain, and the other sailed around the world for Spain.

Who says the Spanish royal family is rich!

The Ming royal family is richer than the Spanish royal family, and their thighs are thicker! Marcian hugged her very neatly.

Manuela found countless business opportunities. He now only regretted that he did not mortgage all his property to raise money to come to the capital of Ming Dynasty. He watched helplessly as he did not seize the opportunity to make money and felt that he had lost hundreds of millions.

He was now the happiest man in the delegation.

Leon watched his followers busy packing the luggage, counting it and loading it onto the carriage. He felt discouraged and sighed.

"Mr. Leon," Zhu Langqi, the Shaoqing of the Honglu Temple, walked in hurriedly.

In the 45th year of the reign of Emperor Jiajing, he was promoted from General Zhenguo to Grandson of Han Fan and belonged to the second batch of royal family members who passed the examination. Now he is Junior Right Minister and it is said that he will soon be ordered to inherit the throne of Prince Han Fan.

"Mr. Zhu, what's the matter?"

"The Crown Prince is here to see you off."

Leon was excited. Could there be a turning point?
(End of this chapter)