C751 Anger of the Manager Ding (2/2)
”But... ”These bonds did not come out of nowhere, but were specially printed. Your Highness and the various ministers, please take a careful look …” Manager Ding took out a ten circle bond from his chest and told everyone.
”Team dragon watermark, this is the highest grade anti-fake symbol …” Then there was the sound of a banknote, ”Tough as a sheepskin, this is top secret paper craftsmanship …”
”There's also the paint on it. It's not afraid of blisters and doesn't fade. It's also a unique part of bonds …” Not to mention that every bond has a separate code, so this series of anti-counterfeiting measures has blocked the possibility that all counterfeiters could forge it … ”
”My prince!” ”Here comes the problem. This time, I've delivered two million silver taels to the imperial government. I still have two million silver taels left, but I don't have any more. Even if I wanted to make it up to you, I don't have any extra bonds …”
”Ah?” ”Then what should we do …” Yi Xuan had already been stunned by Xiao Ding, and was still immersed in the unique anti-counterfeiting process of bonds.
”Wait, we can only go from Ryukyu to Jiangnan and transfer them. When I return, I will immediately write a report and hand it to the Ryukyu Headquarters, requesting for the Prime Minister or the old shopkeeper to sign it. After that, the headquarters will issue the corresponding bonds to the capital city.
”Ah?” ”Then how long will it take …” Someone in the crowd asked anxiously.
Manager Ding cupped his fists and laughed, ”Very soon, at least one month, at most one and a half month... There's nothing we can do about it, the telegraph line still haven't been laid out yet, and the sea transportation has to rely on ships … ”
Minister Lin wiped the sweat off his forehead, ”Is there no other way?” ”Can't we be a bit faster …”
”My lord, please have a look. Only the Ryukyu has the necessary equipment for printing the bonds, we don't have it anywhere else …” Besides, from the beginning to the end, we never thought that anyone would tear up money like waste paper, don't you think? ”
With a single sentence, he had silenced everyone's mouths. He was right, he wasn't the one who tore it apart. It was already a huge favor to be able to make up for the big boss. Forcing him to make up for it on the same day was truly unreasonable.
”Oh my ancestor …” Wu wu wu … We can't live through this. How are we supposed to live through this month … ”I have to go borrow money again. What have I done wrong? I followed a useless trash like you …”
The women were at their wit's end, because they could not refute Manager Ding's logic. They could only tearfully accept their fate and run back home, while the other officials could only stand on the streets like lost parents, like ghosts.
At this point, the Duke and Shang Shu could only sigh and leave. Jiumentu Palace had left a team of soldiers to maintain order, and the Ministry of Revenue had begun paying their salaries again.
This time, the officials behind him did not dare to cause any more trouble. After receiving the bonds, they hurriedly ran to the group of shop assistants, looking for their promissory notes and quickly paid the debts of the restaurant's general store.
When the officials who were causing trouble saw the bonds in the officials' hands, their eyes turned blue. They wanted to go up to borrow some money, but when they saw how the other party refused, they could not open their mouths no matter how hard they tried.
”Sorry, sorry, fellow colleagues … ”Even with this little money, I have to hurry up and repay my debt. I really can't get my money back on track. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry …”
Manager Ding put on his hat in the tea house and was about to leave, but Qing San Ye walked over with big steps and said softly, ”Why? ”You can deceive the prince, but you cannot deceive me. As the second cabinet in charge of the branch of the Tanggu, the Prime Minister gave you the power to use one million silver coins without permission …”
”You clearly have the right, why didn't you help them …” Whose idea was this? Yours? Or was it from the old shopkeeper? Or perhaps … Xiao Letian's? ”
Manager Ding's eyes suddenly flashed like lightning as he stared at Qing San Ye. He clenched his teeth and squeezed out a few words, ”My family has 10 lives …” They had all died in the hands of Maylor's army. Is this reason enough … ”