"Haha...... What a delight! ”

As the news reached Gaofu, a burst of unbridled laughter immediately spread from the living room.

In the living room, in addition to Gao Yao, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, there are also sitting Xu Fan, the Shaoqing of the Great Servant Temple, Chen Boren, the president of the Lianghuai Chamber of Commerce, and Zhao Minghuan, the right deputy of the Imperial Palace.

It is worth mentioning that Zhao Minghuan is two levels higher than Xu Fan's official quality, and he is a genuine third-class jinshi, but his seat is behind Xu Fan.

The gloating laughter just now was made by Xu Fan. With the sudden rise in his status, and the fact that his father was more and more valued by the Holy Lord, he also seemed more and more rampant.

The grudge against Wu Shan mainly comes from two aspects. First, Wu Shan's reputation is too high, and there is a potential threat to his father; The second is that it is the hatred for Lin Haoran, which makes him "hate Wu and Wu".

Now that Wu Shanzhi is planted, he is indeed very happy in his heart, and he is even more proud of his efforts in this matter, so that this high-ranking scholar of the Ministry of Rites was "calculated" by him.

"The saint still has a little old affection for Wu Shan, and Wu Shan has a high reputation, it's not the time for us to be happy!" Gao Yao sat on the master's seat and drank hot tea, and reminded him kindly.

From a small internship to the current head of the household, especially in a place like the capital, which is full of open guns and hidden arrows, Gao Yao's city government and vision are naturally extraordinary.

"According to the information I have received, the Holy Lord will soon appoint Yan Ne as the new secretary of the Ministry of Rites!" Xu Fan picked up the tea cup on the table and said disapprerovingly.

Zhao Minghuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately gloated: "If that's the case, then Wu Shan's way back will be blocked!" ”

In this officialdom, it has always been a radish and a pit. If the Ministry of Rites Shangshu was occupied by Yan Ne, and the other five Shangshu did not make a big mistake, then it would be difficult for Wu Shan to return.

Besides, Wu Shan is a serious minister, and the secretary of the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Crime, and the Ministry of Industry all have a certain degree of professionalism, and he is not suitable for these positions.

"Huh...... We can turn the page on Wushan's affairs! Xu Fan held the tea lid and splashed the tea lightly, squinting his eyes and saying with a decisive smile.

Things have come to this point, and the Holy Lord has already designated Wu Shan as a disobedient minister. Not to mention that Wu Shan has no backer, even if he can let Yan Song come forward, it will be difficult to reinstate the official.

Chen Boren was at the bottom, and he didn't care much about Wu Shan's affairs, so he exchanged a look with Gao Yao, and said to Xu Fan: "Xu Shaoqing, I don't know about Yan Maoqing, how can Ling Zun reply?" ”

"President Xu, I'm afraid this matter will have to wait a little longer. Even though Yan Maoqing made a mistake, he is Yan Song's godson after all, and I am afraid that this matter will have to be considered in the long run. Xu Fan looked at Chen Boren's eyes and directly prevaricated.

The two sides can be so close, mainly because the two Huai Chamber of Commerce have asked Xu Jie, wanting to cancel the one million new salt introductions, and even more to get rid of Yan Mao. But Xu Jie also had a request, and wanted to use the power of the two quasi-chambers of commerce to help him replace Yan Song.

At the moment, Xu Jie has not brought down Yan Song, so it is naturally impossible to help the Lianghuai Chamber of Commerce solve the trouble, even if he does some small actions.

Chen Boren was not surprised by this response, with a helpless wry smile on his face, he asked again: "Your father can't shirk the matter of cracking down on Guangdong's illegal salt!" ”

Since the beginning of this year, their life as a salt merchant has not been easy. With Premier Yan Maoqing's salt administration in the four regions, they were forced by the strict party to levy a full 1 million salt this year.

This salt leads to an increase in the amount of salt that flows to the market.

Salt is a scarce necessity, and its price is mainly monopoly, and even artificially creates a "salt shortage". It's just that the sudden increase in salt will make many salt merchants choose to sell at a reduced price in order to quickly recover their costs.

Once someone breaks the monopoly, it will be difficult to raise the price of salt. Although to a certain extent, it will increase the sales of salt, but it will undoubtedly greatly reduce profits.

It is precisely because of this that although the Yan Party made them bear one million salt leads, the loss was much higher than this figure, so they hated the Yan Party to the core.

At this juncture, it is said that Guangdong salt adopted a new type of salt refining method, which produced a lot of surplus Guangdong salt. Under the patronage of Guangdong officials, these smugglers sold Guangdong salt to Jiangxi, Fujian, and Huguang, thus devouring the Huai salt market.

It was this move that made the Huaiyan group feel like they had blown up the disaster, and even felt that the Guangdong private business group was even more hateful than the Yan Party, so it was their second goal to crack down on the northward movement of Guangdong Yan.

"President Chen, didn't my father let Jiangxi and other places set up checkpoints to strictly prevent Guangdong salt from transiting?" Xu Fan was immediately stunned and asked suspiciously.

When Zhao Minghuan heard this, he also looked at Chen Boren suspiciously. The flood of salt in Guangdong, this is no longer news, Chen Boren shouted and shouted to kill earlier, and even asked Xu Jie to help.

"The level is set, but it's nothing!" Chen Boren shook his head with a wry smile.

Xu Fan's face swelled with dissatisfaction, but he still suppressed his anger and asked, "What do you say?" ”

"Since the opening of the sea in Guangdong, the goods of the southeastern provinces have gathered in Guangdong, and some people have used hundreds of horse-drawn carriages to transport goods, and the value of goods has reached hundreds of thousands. These people have a lot of money, and they have dredged all the checkpoints. When this kind of convoy returns, it is inevitable that it will bring some special products from Guangdong to earn money. Although Guangdong has best-selling products such as Leizhou cloth and ironware, how can it make money compared to Guangdong salt? Chen Boren said the truth with a sad face.

At present, the people involved in the smuggling of Guangdong salt are no longer the leaders of Guangdong salt smuggling headed by Huang Dafu and Liang Yi, but the most courageous businessmen in various provinces who went to Guangdong to pan for gold, and smuggling tricks are emerging one after another.

Judging from the volume of smuggling alone, Huang Dafu and Liang Yi were left behind, but the big businessmen of this kind of provinces.

They can guard against the illegal salt traders in Guangdong, but if they want to control the big merchants who come and go, especially these merchants themselves are well-known figures in the province, it is naturally difficult to go to the sky.

It is also because of the addition of this kind of businessman that the smuggling of Guangdong salt is more rampant, and the way of setting up checkpoints has no obvious effect.

Zhao Minghuan's desire to participate was very strong, and after some deep thought, his eyes immediately lit up, and he excitedly proposed: "This bell must be tied to the bell!" We can start from Guangdong, let Guangdong crack down on the sale of illegal salt in Guangdong, and eliminate the source of illegal salt. ”

Chen Boren glanced at him complicatedly, and said bitterly: "They didn't collect the surplus salt from the stove households, but directly purchased the Yueguan salt from the official. ”

"Why is that?" Zhao Minghuan and the others showed a look of confusion on their faces, and they all looked at Chen Boren and asked.