Royal Gold Magistrate

Watching Shen Yi leave to gather people, Fangzheng said to Li Yuanzhao, "Your Highness, I have a very good job here, would you like to go?"

When Li Yuanzhao heard that it was his turn to have a great event, he immediately became interested: "What is it?"

"Xie Xian, you go out first, I want to have a private talk with His Highness."

Xie Xian nodded, then walked out of the house and gently closed the door.

Fangzheng said: "When I went to interrogate Zhang this morning, he said that there are three bank vaults in the house, and the location of one of them has been given to me."

"I think that if what he said is true, the amount of silver in it may not be less than a million. Do you want your Highness to take someone to check it out?"

After finishing speaking, he took out a note from his sleeve and handed it over, which recorded the location of the bank that Zhang Shi had given.

The location of Zangyin can be called secret, it is under the cellar of a restaurant in the Zhang family.

If he really doesn't recruit with a strict mouth, I'm afraid it will take a lot of manpower to find this position.

"Oh?" Li Yuanzhao jumped up from his chair and said excitedly, "One million! I have only heard about it, and have never seen it before. I must go and take a look at this million taels of cash."

"Old Fang, why don't you go?"

Fangzheng shook his head: "I won't go, I will talk to the new reporter first. Later, I will arrange for the newspaper to recruit Jin Yiwei from the people."

"Now the minister is a bare general, and there is no one under him to use."

"What about the other two? Why didn't Zhang Shi recruit? Now that the father has given it to you, what do you plan to do with him?" Li Yuanzhao asked.

Fangzheng thought for a moment and said: "He will recruit later. Zhang Shi's case ruled that he was from the Yi tribe, but I feel that such a heavy punishment is a bit simple."

"After he explained the location of the treasury, he had a detailed discussion with the minister, from his ancestors to his generation. It is indeed an outstanding achievement for me, Dajing."

"I once talked with the King of Wu. Zhang Shi was just greedy for money, and he had no resentment. I don't know how to make a ruling if it is His Highness?"

Li Yuanzhao said carelessly: "What else can I do? I think what you said makes sense. Then just punish the culprits, and the family members will be sent to the frontier to serve as troops."

Fangzheng smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Your Highness is kind, why don't we wait for His Highness to seize the silver, and we will go talk to His Majesty together tomorrow? This matter will still be judged by His Majesty in the end."

"No problem!" Li Yuanzhao waved his hand.

Fang Zhengyi said again: "His Majesty sometimes asks the cabinet about politics. Let's go when there are many people."

Li Yuanzhao wondered: "Why do we have to pick a time when there are many people?"

Why else, of course, show off your noble character when all the important officials are around, brush up your character, and let everyone work with peace of mind.

"There are many people to discuss, and there are few people who will inevitably have omissions."

Li Yuanzhao nodded: "Okay, let's go together tomorrow. I'll find someone to collect the dirty money first!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed out excitedly, Fang Zhengyi hurriedly stopped him.

"Your Highness, remember to find some safe people. There must be a lot of people who need to record and move the bank. The people in Banshanfang don't use it, and ask the people in the palace to help you move it."

"Don't worry, I am going back to the palace, so I must be more cautious with so much money."

......

It was getting late, and the reporters who were going out or studying in the library had gathered in the "office area".

At this time, all the oil lamps on the wall had been lit.

In order for the reporters to work overtime with peace of mind, Fang Zhengyi and the prince had a tacit understanding to create the best overtime environment in the world.

There are oil lamps hanging all over the room, illuminating the entire "office area" extremely brightly.

Many people passed by downstairs looked sideways, and it was rare for the house to be lit up like this at night.

At this time, the room was crowded with people, and everyone had serious expressions.

In front of everyone was the tall Fang Zhengyi, and the "podium" under their feet was made up of three long tables.

Seeing Shen Yi constantly waving to him in the crowd, Fangzheng cleared his throat and waved his hand once he knew that everyone was here, "Hi everyone!"

"Hello, Mr. Fang!" A group of reporters replied in unison, and there were still some subtle changes in the mood of many people.

Fang Zhengyi is still very famous in the newspaper, except for the prince.

For many new reporters, meeting Fang Zhengyi was an exciting event.

Fangzheng showed a smile: "I have been away for a long time, and I just returned to Beijing. There is nothing important to worry about everyone coming here today. I just want to have a brief chat with everyone and get to know each other."

"I heard that many people started to complain that the newspaper office has too much overtime, the monthly income is low, and the food is expensive. Is there such a thing?"

They looked at each other in blank dismay under the stage, there was such a thing, but who dared to speak first?Everyone complained in private.

Fangzheng pointed casually, "You, do you think this is the case? Let me say boldly, besides getting to know you, the second point of this official today is to help you solve your problems."

A thin and small reporter stood up and whispered, "My lord, I don't know."

Fangzheng waved his hand to signal that there is no need to talk anymore, he set up an awning to sweep around, and then pointed to a person who looked much taller: "Tell me, is there such a thing? Don't be afraid, we must clarify the matter today through!"

Gao Da reporter immediately yelled: "Return to your lord! Yes!"

Xie Xian, who was hiding in the crowd, glanced coldly, and took a note of a person's name...

Fangzheng nodded: "Okay, then it is true. I know now."

After finishing speaking, he shook his head regretfully: "I didn't expect the newspaper society to expand so much and to gather so many people. I think most of you are here for the newspaper library."

"Theoretically speaking, one or two taels of silver per person per month is not a small amount for new reporters, and ordinary craftsmen from the outside world can't get so much after working hard, but why don't we reporters have enough money?"

Now that someone had already stepped forward, someone immediately retorted: "Lord Fang, we are scholars! Besides, we are journalists walking around the streets, and now the common people are like thieves, and he is not willing to tell us anything unless we give him some money." .”

"So this tael of money is really not enough to spend, and we have to work overtime every day until midnight, and we don't have time to study for homework..."

"That's right, Mr. Fang, now we newcomers can't even grab the dormitory! If we are lucky, we can grab the middle berth at most."

"The library is often not ranked well, the pen and ink are not provided in time, and there are many books that are missing."

"There is also a cafeteria, which is outrageously expensive! Master Fang, we obviously bought chicken soup, but Ruyun won't let us get the chicken to eat!"

Fangzheng glanced secretly, buy a chicken soup, the old staff can let you eat it?

Seeing that the reporters started to discuss frantically, one by one they blamed the newspaper.

Fangzheng lowered his hands and said loudly: "Everyone be quiet! Everyone be quiet, I will tell you slowly, and I must give you a satisfactory answer today."