I open a restaurant in Daqin

Chapter 138 Daqin Financial Revenue
If a person suffers a lot, it will become a habit.

Every time Ying Zheng came to ask Qin Yong for advice, he would always talk about something that seemed unreasonable, but every time he would make Qin Yong hurt.

It was a bit distressing at first, but over time, Ying Zheng gradually got used to this way of asking questions.

There's no way, you don't reveal your identity, a businessman meddles in some things that have nothing to do with you, who doesn't hurt you?
In his opinion, if he were himself, he would suffer more than Qin Yong.

And after every loss, Qin Yong will also enthusiastically chat with you, making you feel enlightened.

This hurtful word, in exchange for the result you want, is not a loss, so why not do it?

At this moment, Ying Zheng was completely immune to Qin Yong's words.

After all, two sentences were lost, and the topic was opened.

"Xuan Wenjun, what you said is wrong. Yesterday's treat was a loss. But today's business is normal, so it's not much to say, can't you make back half of yesterday's loss?"

Ying Zheng waved his hand and said with a smile.

"I said Zhao Lang, why do I feel that your words are hurting me?"

"Yesterday, I lost seven or eight hundred jars of champion red for nothing. You helped set the price, don't you know? Thirty gold jars, one hundred jars three thousand gold, I lost twenty thousand gold yesterday just for the wine! "

"Do you think that everyone can afford such an expensive wine if I don't treat you? Today's wine price plus the meal price, I will be thankful if I can get five thousand gold. There is a greater probability that it will not exceed three thousand gold!"

Qin Yong was speechless, he always felt that there was something wrong with Zhao Lang's words.

Tell me about you, you are also in business anyway, how can you say such childish things?

"Look, what did I say, three thousand gold, others are earning a lot of money every day, and are happy. We Xuan Wenjun, earning three thousand gold a day, is not happy, Muzi, you should be convinced now, right?"

As soon as Qin Yong's words fell, Ying Zheng's words changed immediately, looking aside Li Si and said.

Li Si was taken aback, what does this mean?
Looking at Ying Zheng's eyes, he understood that this was an act!

"Hey, it really is exactly what Zhao Lang said, this businessman really makes money, I'm convinced!"

Li Si smiled wryly, and responded to Ying Zheng with his hands clasped.

These two monarchs and ministers, who have been famous for thousands of years, began to sing in front of Qin Yong again.

Qin Yong didn't know this, but when he saw this gesture, he was a good guy, Zhao Lang wasn't hurting himself in his feelings, he was just pretending to be a fool.

"Okay, Zhao Lang, you are betting on my business!"

Qin Yong was speechless, and said: "No, you must be punished, Sanjue, not one drop less, drink, you and Muzi must drink!"

While speaking, Qin Yong immediately poured wine for Ying Zheng and Li Si.

Ying Zheng was speechless. He had never heard of such a person who dared to punish the king of a country.

But he didn't mind, he laughed loudly, and said: "Okay, I offended Mr. Xuan Wen, let's punish myself with a drink. Muzi, this is a good wine that I got for punishing, don't let it go to waste!"

Hearing this, Li Si cooperated very well, and joined Ying Zheng as the third lord.

Not to mention, just the taste of this wine, after two sips, I wish I could be fined a few more times.

But at this moment, Ying Zheng doesn't have this kind of intentions. It's almost time to play around, and the topic has been changed. How can he give up?

After San Jue was drunk, Ying Zheng suddenly put down the wine in his hand, looked at Qin Yong, and said, "I said, Mr. Xuan Wen, have you ever thought about how powerful it is to earn three thousand gold a day?"

"I think my Zhao family's business is spread all over the six countries. When it was the most profitable, it was already amazing to be able to earn three hundred gold a day. You are just a restaurant!"

"Don't say much, I'm afraid that even my Great Qin court, including taxes and various incomes, can't make money much faster than you. Tell me, isn't your method surprising?"

"In addition to your rice paper business, it is also making a lot of money nowadays. My Zhao family has been relying on that business for a living recently."

"Calculate carefully, the speed at which you make money is almost as fast as that of a country. If you say that the rich are incomparable to the enemy, is it too early to eat?"

What Ying Zheng said earlier made Qin Yong speechless, but the latter words caught Qin Yong's attention.

"Zhao Lang, isn't your statement a bit exaggerated? It is undeniable that I can make a lot of money by seizing this opportunity, but compared with a country, isn't this a joke? In the huge Qin Dynasty, all incomes are like this point?"

Qin Yong said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

To be honest, every time he talked with Zhao Lang and others about major political affairs, Qin Yong used the later historical records to speculate and talk about the matter.

But when it comes to his understanding of many things about Daqin, he really doesn't know much.

For example, he didn't even know about Qin's annual fiscal revenue.

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand, a businessman like Zhao Lang should understand somewhat.

After all, his business has just started, and there are many things that he hasn't had time to understand.The Zhao family is different, probably from various countries, they know a lot about it.

As soon as Qin Yong took the initiative to ask about Daqin's financial income, Yingzheng felt happy, and pushed along with the situation, saying: "Mr. Xuanwen, you don't know this. Have you ever thought that the great Qin Kingdom, Although the land is large, how many people do you have?"

"Nowadays, the head tax in Daqin is only ten rings a month, and the land tax is two out of ten. That is to say, people in Daqin only need to pay two tenths of their income from farming grain!"

"If you calculate carefully, the people in Daqin are only five or six million. The head tax per person is ten yuan per month, and the repayment is 600 yuan a year. Counting six million people, it is only seventy million yuan. Converted into gold, it is only seventy thousand yuan. Two thousand gold!"

"Then let's calculate the land tax. There are 600 million people in Daqin. If we remove those old people and children who can't farm, it's only about [-] million. Even if each person can harvest [-] catties of grain a year, it's too much, right? ?”

"However, for these two hundred catties of grain, forty catty per person will be handed over, which is just a little more than a stone of grain. In other words, the annual income of the Daqin granary is only 500 million stone!"

"The price of grain in the market has always been the most stable in Daqin. It is about three or four yuan a catty, about one stone of grain is one hundred yuan, and five million stones of grain is only fifty million yuan, converted into gold. , only fifty thousand gold!"

"These two taxes are the basic tax of my Daqin. How much is the total?"

Qin Yong was shocked when he heard this.

"Based on this calculation, isn't my yearly tax revenue of Daqin only 12 gold?"

Qin Yong said in disbelief.

"That's right, Daqin's real taxes are about the same."

"Of course, plus some other income, such as income from dealings with other countries, and some business transactions, all of them can barely reach about 30 gold a year."

"But even so, in terms of conversion, the daily income is only a thousand gold. Think about it, which one is more profitable than your daily income of thousands of gold?"

(End of this chapter)