Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 113 Super Temptation, Burning Jinling (Subscription Request)
"Boom!"

After announcing the rules, the young butler struck the gong hard.

"I now declare that the Veterans Chamber of Commerce is officially open for business!"

"Crackling, crackling, crackling..."

Firecrackers rang out again, and the dragon and lion dance teams were lively and jubilant.

People who had been waiting for the lottery excitedly rushed in as the red silk blocking the shop entrance was removed.

Although excited, no one dared to crowd or push.

The Jinyiwei and the officials from the Yingtianfu Yamen were standing at the door looking at them with cold faces.

No one wants to spend the New Year's Eve in the Jinyiwei Yingtianfu prison cell.

"Second brother, you're giving such a big reward, aren't you afraid of losing money?"

There were quite a few people sitting in the restaurant opposite.

Each of them was dressed elegantly, and exuded a faint aura of a superior.

Sitting in a seat by the window, accompanying the old man Empress Xu, he looked at the lively Zhu Zhanji below and asked Zhu Zhanjun in confusion.

Zhu Zhanjun chuckled, took out five lottery tickets from his arms and placed them on the table.

When everyone looked over, he pointed to the lottery ticket and said, "The first prize, second prize, and two third prizes are all here."

Everyone: **

"Snapped."

Zhu Zhanjun raised his hand and slapped away the hand that his father extended to him.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Zhu Zhanjun looked at his fat father.

Zhu Pangpang laughed dryly, "I just wanted to take a look out of curiosity. I didn't plan to take it."

Everyone rolled their eyes.

"Brother, I want to go to the lottery."

Zhu Zhanyong held Zhu Zhanjun's hand, his face full of anticipation.

Zhu Zhanjun rubbed the little guy's head lovingly, took out a second prize, and said to Mother Yun beside him: "Mother Yun, take Zhanyong with you to be my babysitter."

Mother Yun covered her mouth and laughed when she heard that. "Okay, I'll go and set off for you."

As he said this, he took Zhu Zhanyong to the next house, changed into simple clothes, and went into the shop.

"give me one."

Zhu Zhanji's eyes lit up and he reached out to take one as well.

Zhu Zhanjun raised his hand and slapped his hand away: "Don't be impatient, everything should be done step by step, don't throw it all out at once, otherwise the emotions will not be able to sustain."

The old man smiled and nodded slightly: "That's right, we can't give it all away at once, otherwise people will lose their expectations and won't buy it."

As he said this, under Empress Xu's reproachful look, he accepted the other second prize.

Zhu Zhanjun pretended not to see it and considered it as a New Year's red envelope prepared for the old man.

While a few people were talking, the first group of buyers had already walked out from the exit on the other side.

They held the bills in one hand and a small package in the other hand or with a relative next to them.

Knowing that the people did not have much money and were anxious to try their luck in the lottery, Zhu Zhanjun specially asked someone to prepare a New Year gift package worth 100 coins.

"How much money can you make from this 100-wen package?"

As soon as the first group of buyers came out, a package worth one hundred coins appeared in front of the old man.

After checking the contents, the old man nodded with satisfaction.

Although this kid cheated a bit in the lottery and hid the grand prize, this 100-wen New Year package still has a lot of things.

There are all kinds of things for the New Year in it, salt, brown sugar, various spices, rice, flour, meat and the like. The quantity is not large, but it is a large pile of various things, which is very pleasing to look at.

"According to our estimate, after deducting the cost, the profit should be around 15 wen." Zhu Zhanjun said with a smile: "It has been a busy year for the people, and it has not been easy for them. It would be nice to let them have a happy New Year."

The old man nodded with satisfaction.

"Your Highness, how much have you prepared?"

Xia Yuanji, who was specially called by the old man today, habitually became concerned about the accounts after listening to Zhu Zhanjun's story.

Zhu Zhanjun pointed a finger at him.

"A hundred packs, that's a bit too little."

Zhu Zhanjun shook his head.

"A thousand packs will be enough." Xia Yuanji nodded slightly.

Zhu Zhanjun shook his head again.

Xia Yuanji's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Could it be Wanbao?" Zhu Zhanjun then smiled and nodded.

Zhu Pangpang and Xia Yuanji both widened their eyes.

"Ten thousand bags, the profit is fifteen cents, that's one hundred and fifty thousand cents, at the highest 1500 cents for one ounce of silver, old man earns one hundred ounces just from this item."

Xia Yuanji quickly calculated the price, and the people around him were surprised when they heard it.

Zhu Zhanjun actually didn't tell the truth. The real price of those things was mostly the output of the space. One bag was only worth 30 wen. Excluding labor costs, Zhu Zhanjun made a net profit of at least 60 wen.

Queen Ma asked with some concern: "What if we can't sell all of them?"

Zhu Zhanjun smiled and pointed to the lottery ticket in front of him: "This is why I prepared lottery tickets and why I have to throw out high prizes in batches."

Zhu Zhanjun said to everyone: "No one will think that they are unlucky, and everyone will think that they are the best."

Zhu Zhanjun looked at the people below who were queuing up to participate in the lottery and said slowly, "Every time they feel tired, I will offer a high reward. This way they will think, if others can get it, why can't they?"

Zhu Pangpang nodded, and continued Zhu Zhanjun's words: "Two of the six grand prizes will definitely not appear before the end. Seeing others win the grand prizes one by one, those who have bought the lottery will feel unwilling, while those who have not bought the lottery will hope that they will be the lucky one."

"They can't afford expensive items, so their only choice is this 100-wen New Year package."

“Even if they don’t win the grand prize and only get a small reward, they will feel sad but won’t feel regretful. After all, they have received the corresponding things, so they have not suffered any loss.”

"Clap clap clap..."

Zhu Zhanjun applauded.

"But those small rewards are not cheap. A small piece of brown sugar is worth a lot of money. It must be at least ten cents. If you calculate it this way, isn't it still a loss?"

She stared at Crown Princess Zhang nervously the whole time, and frowned slightly after listening to her husband's story.

"You are worrying too much. Is your son a fool? He would do something that would lose money but gain publicity."

Before Zhu Zhanjun could answer, Zhu Pangpang started scolding his wife.

“The lottery has begun!”

Zhu Zhanji, who was staring at the window, suddenly shouted.

Everyone looked down through the window.

Then, people holding tickets lined up in two teams, male and female, and climbed onto the stage from one side.

Everyone looked at the lottery table excitedly, which was protected by a Jinyiwei and an official from Yingtian Prefecture.

The man in charge of the lottery was an old soldier who had lost both legs. He took the other party's receipt, checked it, and after confirming that there was no problem, he handed it to the accountant next to him.

Then he said to the first person who was expecting the prize, "You can start the prize drawing now. Reach into the box and touch any slip. Remember, you can only take one. If you take more than one, your prize drawing will be cancelled."

"And you can only redeem your prize on site. If you leave and come back later, it won't count."

The person drawing the lottery nodded repeatedly, rubbed his hands vigorously, blew a few breaths into his palms, put his hands into the box, fumbled for a long time, pulled out a lottery ticket, and looked at the old soldier nervously.

The old soldier took it and tore it open, motioned to the drawer, and announced loudly: "Ordinary Prize No. 8, 10 kilograms of white flour."

"Ah, it's only the eighth prize!"

Upon hearing that this was ordinary prize number eight, the first person to draw the lottery looked disappointed.

"Come on, ten kilograms of flour is already good. You only eat flour a few times a year. Hurry up and get out. I'm still waiting to be beaten."

The old soldier didn't say anything, but the people behind him were shouting and driving the first person who drew the lottery away quickly.

Although the first person to draw the lottery was somewhat unwilling, he could only go to the side to receive ten kilograms of flour regretfully under the urging of so many people behind him.

"By the way, you can make a second purchase. As long as you have the ticket, you can come and participate in the lottery."

The veteran kindly gave a reminder.

The first lottery winner, who was receiving the white noodles with a depressed look on his face, turned back and said with a distressed look: "Thanks, brother, but do you think I look like someone who can afford another hundred coins?"

"Hahaha……"

This man's words immediately caused a burst of laughter.

"Okay, brother, ten kilograms of flour is already a lot, what else do you want?"

"That's right, hurry up and take the noodles home to make some steamed white flour buns for your wife and children, so that everyone in the family can satisfy their cravings and have something good to eat."

Listening to the people around him talking and laughing, the first person who drew the lottery felt a lot less depressed. Thinking of his wife and children waiting at home, he wondered how happy they would be when they saw him take home ten kilograms of flour.

As for purchasing New Year's goods, he looked at the package in his hand.

It contains rice, flour, salt, sugar, spices and meat. If he were to buy them separately, he wouldn't be able to buy them all with even a hundred coins.

When buying such a small amount, the people in the big shops are too lazy to even use the scales.

Soon, the lottery drawers walked down from the stage one by one.

Some were contented, while others beat their chests and stamped their feet.

Soon, half an hour passed, and although the atmosphere of the lottery was still high, it had become a little weak.

Zhu Zhanjun glanced at the crowd and saw that Mother Yun and Zhu Zhanyong were already in the line of women, queuing under the stage and would arrive soon. An expectant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)