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These guys are all the second-generation officials, and they can walk sideways in Chang'an on weekdays, as long as they don't hurt the world.

They have notified in advance what happened last night, but they have to take care of what should be done.

People from Zuo Wuwei are in charge of patrolling the entire Chang'an. Naturally, it's not a big problem. The people at Dali Temple also have a little profit. Those hidden bad people are the key. These people and Heiqi, what's your name? It doesn't matter, anyway, they will know who stays up at night and wanders around Chang'an City.

But last night was okay, the bad guys at least knew how to help carry things, and it seemed that they were already ready to collect money.

In the final analysis, the salaries of Tang officials and petty officials are still not enough, otherwise they would not do this kind of thing.

The next day, the whole of Chang'an wailed, and the salt merchants gathered in the luxurious mansion again.

This time, Changsun Wuyou's face could no longer be calm, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead from time to time.

Facing the complaints from the salt merchants, he could no longer bear it.

"If you lie to me, heaven and earth will perish."

This is the words of a scholar, with a scholarly spirit, and a middle-aged scholar who faces a salt merchant has no doubt that he is strong on the outside but capable on the inside.

All the salt merchants were mournful: "Sir, if we lie to you, we will be hit by thunder now, and we will die."

"Yeah, I went to the warehouse to get the silver this morning, but found it was gone."

"We have explained the situation to Dali Temple, but from Luoyang to Chang'an, even if Yinliang can come, it will take ten days and a half months. What should we do!"

Changsun Wuyou felt a bit uneasy, did something unfathomable really happen?

"It was really stolen?"

"Last night's patrol did not find any suspicious people?"

The eldest grandson is worry-free.

To be honest, it's not that he didn't give up, but mainly because there were too many profiteers.

The merchants sat slumped aside, "Sir, we really have no choice. How about we open the warehouse and start selling salt at a price of [-] Wen per catty, and just get the money back."

Everyone wants to get back their money, and they admit it.

Changsun Wuyou smiled coldly: "Impossible."

He gritted his teeth: "I have been waiting for so long, how can I give up lightly?"

The salt merchants looked at the eldest grandson Wuyou in front of them, and finally understood that this gentleman has only fought in the battle of wealth, and he can only bully others. is never ending.

This matter cannot be left alone.

"Sir, think about it again, we are penniless, if we don't go snapping up today, I'm afraid..."

Changsun Wuyou looked at the dead branches without leaves in the cold wind outside the window, his face was gloomy, and then he finally sighed: "Sell it, return the money first."

After saying this, his body seemed to be hollowed out by something.

The assassin had only one thought in his mind: who the hell?Who is in charge!

Could it be the Datang government?impossible!How do they have so much refined salt?
All the fine salt is in his own hands, and it was also ordered by the Datang government. Could it be that someone is doing something special?
At this time, the salt merchants can no longer think about it. They just want to exchange the mountain of fine salt in the warehouse for money.

A death-like silence enveloped everyone, as if today was the end.

Changsun Wuyou took a deep breath: "I thought they were at the end of their battle, but I never expected..."

In Chang'an City, the jubilant atmosphere continued to surge.

Chang'an has a large population, and even the consumption of salt is huge. Ordinary people are very happy to see that all the salt merchants have started to cut prices, and they rush to buy them one by one.

Liang Sidao found out that the people who bought these few days were ordinary people, so he reported to Wei Zheng.

Just when the city of Chang'an fell into the joy of refined salt, Li Ke issued an order, that is, to reduce the price!
Wei Zheng was puzzled: "Your Highness, if the price is lowered at this time, what is our prestige?"

"The people will definitely make a fuss, what should we do?"

Li Ke said leisurely: "Wei Zheng, just tell the people that the road is open. His Majesty the Tang Dynasty is now mining fine salt, so that the people all over the world can afford fine salt. Twenty yuan a catty, no one can deceive you."

Wei Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then began to worry about those salt merchants.

Your Highness's trick is to draw a salary from the bottom of the pot. You bought it for a hundred coins. You thought you could make a lot of money, but soon found out that there is no amount of refined salt here, and you can have as much as you want.

To be precise, there are too many salt mines in Longxi, and there are as many as you want. This method of refining refined salt from brine salt ore can be used anywhere in the world. This is a proper crushing.

Wei Zheng couldn't help looking at Li Ke in front of him meaningfully. This third prince is always amazing.

He just said a few words lightly, and brought himself and Cheng Yaojin to make the fine salt, which was of excellent appearance and taste.

He just made a few words lightly, and then worked out how to target the salt merchants.

Taking advantage of the greed of the salt merchants, let them pay first, but in the end they lose all their money, and they draw their salaries from the bottom, which is extremely cruel.

If I were a salt merchant, I am afraid that I have already...

Wei Zheng didn't dare to think about it, he took a deep breath.

Li Shimin stood on the court hall, and as soon as the court was over, Changsun Wuji knelt down in front of him with a mournful face.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, private salt has appeared in Chang'an, and private salt is a felony!"

Li Shimin frowned: "Wuji, what are you talking about? What about private salt?"

When pretending not to know, Li Shimin was about to laugh out loud, but he couldn't laugh because he was afraid that his teeth would fall out.

Ke'er's move was very satisfying. Li Shimin originally thought that he was the chosen one. Since he was a child, someone told him that you are that person, and in the end he became that person too.

But in front of Li Ke, Li Shimin only felt that he was a stick. If he was the chosen one, then Li Ke would be the heaven.

If Li Ke is not considered the chosen one, then what is he?

Changsun Wuji's voice was trembling: "Your Majesty, refined salt was transported from Shandong and Shanxi. It is extremely precious. The price is 200 Wen a catty, but now, they only sell it for [-] Wen!"

"These people are against Datang! Their hearts can be punished!"

Li Shimin frowned: "Wuji, you said they sell refined salt at a low price?"

Changsun Wuji nodded vigorously: "If they do this, the people of the Tang Dynasty will think that the government has lowered the price. Once it becomes a habit, they will no longer sell it, or raise the price. How will the people think of the court?"

"Your Majesty, water can carry a boat and capsize it!"

Li Shimin muttered in his heart, you are really a fucking genius, you can learn and use it flexibly, I have only told you this once, and you will learn it.

Li Shimin was not in a hurry at this time: "Wuji, don't worry, go and check, and find out the situation behind it."

Changsun Wuji said viciously: "Your Majesty, I thought that we should catch him!"