Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

Yan Junyan looked at Yuan Congqian's clean and sharp sword strike, his face somewhat dazed:

"This injury... after all, he is a dragon, so it's not enough to kill him, so I didn't kill him. But, don't even think about getting out of bed for the next six months..."

He shook his head and quietly left through the back door.

Not far from the man, Lin Ruolong, who was huddled in a corner, watched the scene, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his eyes shining.

'Are you qualified?'

The question was completely silent and deafening.

Yuan Congqian's voice sounded coldly with a hint of ridicule:

"Perhaps not enough."

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Chapter 57: Difficult? If it's difficult, don't do it!

Yuan Congqian grabbed Que Fangxian by the collar and threw him to the panicked attendants on the side.

Minister Huang was right beside him, and before he could dodge, his face was splashed with dragon blood, and a left hand hit his face, looking very embarrassed. While Yuan Congqian was talking to the waiter, he glared at Yuan Congqian and hurried to the inner hall to wash his face.

Are you qualified? This is not just a question for Quefangxian.

This is also what Yuan Congqian said to Minister Huang.

What kind of status is it to interfere with the royal assets? Is the Ministry of Revenue qualified to negotiate with the Minister of the Household? If a caravan carrying western medicine is robbed by pirates, will Yuan Congqian have to pay to suppress the bandits and then divide the donations from the people with Minister Huang in a 30-70 ratio?

Minister Huang was able to swallow his pride, but he was not made of clay after all.

He heard Yuan Congqian's sarcasm and was deliberately splashed with blood on his face in the most bleeding way. He didn't know how angry he was.

The scholars gathered to sing "My heart is filled with longing for you, my dear" and drink and have fun. But the source of the stream was bleeding, and waves of blood were flowing down the stream. They were not barbarians, so who would still be in the mood to continue drinking?

Those who urinated wanted to urinate, and those who apologized wanted to apologize, but they didn't keep the water for drinking.

But a little unicorn passed by Yuan Congqian and pretended to casually stuff a piece of paper and a stack of Colombian gold certificates into Yuan Congqian's arms when he left through the side door. Before Qiu Fengshu could react, she ran away quickly, her brilliant golden hair shaking.

Qiu Fengshu watched Lin Ruolong leave.

Even the sword did not move.

Yuan Congqian opened the paper and saw a few big, square characters written on it: "The sword moves are swift and fierce, and they are used to eliminate the tyrants. I admire your elegance and grace, and this is a small gift from you. I will give it to you to buy you some wine." It was obvious at a glance that it was a half-literary sentence from some martial arts novel, and it did not seem like he had a solid foundation in classical Chinese.

She thought Yuan Congqian's sword was very handsome and fit the image of a knight in her mind, so she specially bought money for Yuan Congqian to drink?

He couldn't help but laugh: "The little girl is quite interesting."

Qiu Fengshu knew this sentence very well and said, "This is the script of the movie "The Mysterious Adventures of the Gods and Demons", which was newly remade by Chu Columbia and director Shang Shuming. The sword energy in it was drawn by several people using the source stone technique."

Movies, also called Columbia Movies in Beijing, are movies.

Yuan Congqian remembered that the little girl had two season tickets for a movie.

During the conversation, the Liushang Qushui party held by Huang Mansion was almost over.

Before the banquet was over, the guests left Huang Mansion through the broken gate. This incident would be known to everyone in the capital tomorrow.

Several officials from the Ministry of Revenue who were originally sitting next to Minister Huang waited for a long time, but he did not show up, so they had to get up carefully, bypass Yuan Congqian, and leave through the side door behind him. Unexpectedly, Yuan Congqian kept staring at them and stood up to stop them.

"Yuan Youcheng, what can I do for you?"

They really can't smile.

If Yuan Congqian had not been so unreasonable and chopped off hands as he said, they would never have given their in-laws a straight face.

At least not in front of his colleagues.

Yuan Congqian glanced at them, and there was no hint of saltiness in his tone: "The Ministry of Finance's Langzhong and Yuanwailang are all in the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Finance. Where are they?"

The Ministry of Finance is responsible for the currency paid by the whole country, and the Ministry of Finance is responsible for the finances of the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Finance, and the Ministry of Warehouses. Since they are here, Yuan Congqian has a lot of questions that he wants them to answer, so how can he let them go easily?

The officials from the Ministry of Revenue looked at each other, their eyes fixed on three or four people.

They looked bitter and reluctantly stepped out of the line:

"Yuan Youcheng, today is a rare day off. We are just looking for a place to have a drink. If you have anything to ask, just go find Mr. Huang. Why are you making things difficult for us?"

Most of these Ministry of Revenue officials were middle-aged men of nondescript character. Their black and red official robes looked tattered and their seals and ribbons looked unwashed, but they all had priceless gems hanging around their waists, which they probably picked up accidentally on the road.

As for the idea of ​​giving Yuan Congqian a cold look and just walking away, they had never thought about it.

If the Western Medicine Bureau did not go to the Ministry of Revenue to handle the tax, but submitted a separate report to Zhenlong and settled the bill with the Shaofu, wouldn't the Ministry of Revenue be short of an unknown amount of money? This matter concerns the expenses of the Ministry of Revenue, and these insects can still tell the difference.

Yuan Congqian's tone softened a little:

"I have a question, could you please help me solve it?"

"I dare not talk about state affairs or give or take anything privately."

"It's just a little confusion. Even the common people in the capital can ask officials, and officials cannot refuse."

Yuan Congqian said calmly, "I have three questions. Why do foreign silver dollars and gold certificates account for 30% of the currency in circulation in the capital? Why is the credit of Victorian coins stronger? Why do Columbia gold certificates and Rem Billiton bonds become popular choices for cross-city remittances?"

The officials' faces were filled with pain, and they began to hesitate, as if they had known that Yuan Congqian would ask such a tricky question.

The competition between foreign currencies and domestic currencies is mainly affected by two factors: on the one hand, the government's support or restriction policies; on the other hand, the currency's own credit, or the market's recognition of a certain currency.

The Ministry of Revenue’s choice was to do nothing.

There is no restrictive policy, nor is there any support for the country's silver. It is just said that "house tax and business tax can only be paid in silver". Victoria's coinage is fine, but Rem Billiton and Columbia are equivalent to issuing paper money for circulation in Yan!

The economy of Dayan is good, and Yuan Congqian can do well, instead of letting the Ministry of Revenue and foreign capital plunder the country's economy together!

They struggled for a long time, not daring to tell the truth or a lie, and could only talk nonsense.

After wiping his face, Minister Huang hurried over and saw this scene firsthand.

He strode over with a righteous look on his face, and after listening to Yuan Congqian's retelling of the problem, he said righteously, "How could this happen? Yuan Youcheng, please be patient. The Ministry of Revenue still needs to send specialists to investigate all parts of the country before it can come up with a solution for rectification..."

Yuan Congqian interrupted him and asked curiously:

"How many years has Lord Huang been the Minister?"

"More than six years."

"I have been in office for six years, and I have been the Minister of Revenue for six years! I still have to send someone to investigate to find out why the Ursians, Victorians, and Colombians can directly circulate their money in Yanguo? Doesn't the Minister know this problem?"

Yuan Congqian pressed on, asking, "I wonder what the assistant minister's strategy is, and how the government will be governed? The seigniorage tax is an important part of the revenue and expenditure of the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Finance. The seigniorage tax has been decreasing year after year, but the Ministry of Revenue has been increasing its revenue every year. What does that mean?"

"The country is enjoying good weather and good harvests. These are all spontaneous choices made by the people. It is difficult for the Ministry of Revenue to handle this..."

"Foreign paper money has harmed countless low-level merchants. Because they don't know the exchange rate, they are deceived by rogues into buying high at a low price. Minister Huang has allowed them to reap the benefits for six years, allowing the national seigniorage to decrease year after year, and the credit of the national currency to become increasingly insufficient."

Huang Shilang's forehead was covered with sweat.

"This, this is not that the court does not issue paper money! The people do not trust paper money, what can the court do? The harm caused by Jiaozi is beyond words. The court also has its own difficulties, and the people have their own way out. The Ministry of Revenue is really in a difficult situation..."

"A way out? I'll give you a way out!"

Yuan Congqian suddenly jumped up, kicked Minister Huang to the ground, and stepped on his face: "I have let you eat the blood and sweat of the people in our country's currency for many years, and you are still not satisfied. You dare to take advantage of the royal assets! I want to see if your mouth is really that big!"

Chapter 58 Yuan Congqian: Steamed bun, are you not convinced?

"Mr. Huang!"

"Minister!"

"Yuan Youcheng, what are you doing?!"

Yuan Congqian's sudden action startled the officials of the Jin Ministry, and they rushed forward to try to separate the two men.

As for the others, they had already run away when these four unlucky guys were pointed out by Yuan Congqian.

rub!

The snow-white sword blade was revealed in front of them. Qiu Fengshu's eyes were cold and he said, "Those who are carrying swords and seals, don't take another step forward."

"I'm willing to listen to you barking in front of me, and you really barked, huh?" Yuan Congqian sneered and stomped Huang Renzhao's head hard on the ground, pressing his heroic face into the dirty mud.

"I've given you face, do you really think I can't do anything to you and have to use official methods to play dumb with you?"

"How dare you, you brat!" Minister Huang was shocked and angry.

He didn't expect that Yuan Congqian would actually dare to attack him directly!

Although when a maternal relative beats an official, the official's reputation will definitely increase and the maternal relative will be reprimanded, but how can Minister Huang, who is in his 50s, withstand a beating from a young man? After being beaten by Yuan Congqian, it is hard to say whether he can survive until he is promoted to the first rank.

Huang Renzhao tried to support himself with his hands, but a white jade sword flashing with cold light immediately fell and pierced into the mud around his neck.

Yuan Congqian loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword, drew his sword from behind with his right hand, stepped on Minister Huang's head and rolled it towards the sword: "It is this head that has been wearing the official hat of the third-rank Minister of the Ministry of Revenue for six years, ruling by inaction, and making me accept Victoria's money first?"

On the other side, the guards from Huang Mansion rushed in and surrounded Yuan Congqian and Qiu Fengshu.

The man who looked like a manager almost fainted when he saw Yuan Congqian stepping on Minister Huang and Qiu Fengshu and facing four officials from the Ministry of Revenue with swords drawn.

"Why is it so? Why is it so?"

He rushed over anxiously, his eyes trembling: "Mr. Yuan! We can talk about it. Is there anything that can't be solved at the table in the study? I'll break the door today to vent your anger. If you still want to vent your anger, why don't you release Mr. Huang first..."

"I'm in a bad mood and want to beat up our Master Huang."

Yuan Congqian changed his foot and stepped on Huang Renzhao's back. The creepy sound of bones squeezing was heard directly by everyone.

The manager's face turned pale, he held his head in his hands, not knowing what to do.

The other guards looked at Qiu Fengshu's blade, but they didn't dare to draw their swords to save their Master Huang. They could only stand there. They were not like the ancient times, serving as soldiers in the Huang Mansion and working for Master Huang for a fixed salary. Why would they risk their lives?

"Master Huang, tell me the truth. Don't force me to ask someone to check your account at Longmen."

Yuan Congqian squatted down and looked at the muddy Minister Huang. "How come the Yan people use foreigners' money? Master Huang, you don't look like someone who can tolerate money flying away from your hands. Is it possible that there is actually some profit to be made?"

Huang Renzhao's mouth opened and closed and his eyes bulged forward.

Seeing the appearance of Minister Huang, Yuan Congqian wanted to imitate Zhang Muzhi and find an alarm clock to ask him to speak. Unfortunately, the Huang Mansion used a precious source stone floor clock, and he couldn't find a small alarm clock of the same model at a glance.

"That's right, you told me that you would definitely not survive."

"Ursus."

Minister Huang's speech was very unstable, almost trembling.

He struggled to emphasize a word, and finally recovered his breath, and whispered: "Ursus, 100 million Chervens were issued in Dayan. Columbia, 50 million gold notes were issued. Every year, I can take this number, and I can also give you this number."

He made the sign of three.

Yuan Congqian was curious: "Three hundred thousand gold coupons?"

"Three...three million. Cherven is another matter."

"Three million."

Yuan Congqian's tone was full of admiration.

"Every year." Huang, the Minister, lay on the ground, turned around and hugged Yuan Congqian's legs: "You, every year, it's the same! Don't meddle in things that you shouldn't meddle in. We eat our own food. People in the capital would rather use foreigners' money. Why do you care about them?!"

At the end of his speech, he actually felt a little aggrieved.

How could a Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue feel wronged for not being able to manage the country's finances?

Yuan Congqian felt that Minister Huang did have a gift for humor.

"You actually told me the truth. I'm a little touched."

He nodded in understanding, grabbed Minister Huang's head, and threw it hard onto the mud:

"Is this the leader who drank the blood of so many citizens harmed by foreign paper money?"

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