Chapter 1153

"The entire Tokyo Bianliang, and even the entire Great Song Dynasty, who doesn't know that you are the best golden idea in the world, smart man, with your tips, if the villain can't make achievements, wouldn't it be more stupid than the pig?" The cow steward replied with a smile.

"How's it going, how are things going over there in Jiangnan?"

"Childe, rest assured, this time the little one went to Jiangnan with the shopkeeper of the ten thousand families, although it took a lot of lips and tongues, but he also signed out a lot of orders."

"The kind of water-powered loom alone has signed more than 2,300 units. In addition, the sales of all kinds of ready-to-wear in the shops we built in Hangzhou, Yangzhou and other places in the south of the Yangtze River are very good, even if the local vendors have learned from each other. ”

"However, those customers are still willing to pay for our Wanhong trademark, after all, our quality is excellent......

Wanhong Trading Company has long ceased to be a single trading company that only makes some underwear, stockings, and jewelry, whether it is tiles, champion barrels, or cement, it has already set up a lot of outlets in various states of the Great Song Dynasty.

Every year, the income of Wanhong Trading Company has reached nearly 5 million guan, and nearly 18.9 million guan has been distributed to Wang Yang.

This is only the cooperation income of Wanhong Trading Company, not counting Wang Daguan's own industry, Wang Yang's own Wushan Printing Workshop is different from Zhao Ji's Commercial Press.

Zhao Ji's Commercial Press mainly prints academic monographs such as the Four Books and Five Classics, and occasionally prints Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures.

Wang Yang's Wushan Printing House takes the entertainment route, what scripts, romances, and most of the repertoire written and conceived by Wang Yang and handed over to the Qinglou Pavilion are based on the classic stories created by him vomiting (idle) heart (gain) crying (egg) blood (pain)......

It can be said that although he made those Qinglou pavilions make a lot of money, it is also tantamount to hyping up his Wang Yang's literary works.

Therefore, the sales of his books are not inferior to those academic monographs of the Commercial Press, and even surpass.

Not to mention the various industries that Wang Yang bought before, which are now thriving and growing.

And all this is thanks to the help and care of Wang Po, the mother-in-law, but mainly because the cow steward and his son Xiao Niu steward have been conscientious, honest and hard-working.

This made Wang Yang very satisfied, it is indeed rare to have such an honest and hard-working subordinate.

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Soon, the calf steward also came, and along with the calf steward came two strong men, carrying a huge box, to Wang Yang.

"Here, it is the account books of the various industries under your name, not counting the Wanhong Trading Company, just the industries under your name, in addition to the funds necessary for development in the past few years, there are about ...... of these numbers" Steward Niu looked a little ghostly and looked around, and then stretched out two hands towards Wang Yang, gesturing a two, a five.

"I said cow steward, what do you mean?" Wang Yang looked at the shriveled old man with wrinkles on his face that were about to catch up with the dragon claw chrysanthemum, why do you think you are a cute girl? Dare to make such an ambiguous gesture to my son, whose sexual orientation is very normal.

"Childe, what my father means is that the money earned from those industries under your name has already accumulated more than 2.6 million yuan."

"More than 2.6 million yuan, and this doesn't include the income of Wanhong Trading Company?" When Wang Yang heard this, he was really a little stunned.

"Yes, and on the side of Wanhong Trading Company, the savings in the past three years are also 5.73 million." The cow steward's voice became deeper and lower, but he looked so excited that his eyes were about to glow red, just like a greedy thug.

Wang Yang smashed his mouth, feeling that his mouth was a little dry. "How much money you have?"

Wang Yang remembers very well that the income brought by the bank on North Shaanxi Road is close to 100,000 yuan per quarter, and the income brought by cotton products far exceeds this value, and the benefits of the self-striking bell are also considerable, but the money is now left on the North Shaanxi Road to continue to invest.

There, Wang Yang's money in the bank reached 1.8 million yuan, which was specially used for loans. In this way, he Wang Yang came to this era, and in less than five years, he earned a fortune of nearly 10 million yuan.

Think about how I was still worried about my livelihood at the beginning, selling my talent for dozens or even a few times of money, but now, my money has reached such a point.

The Great Song Dynasty is now paying more than 60 million yuan in tax revenue a year, and he has actually earned nearly one-sixth of the tax of a dynasty.

"Damn! ......" Wang Yang couldn't help but let out such an emotion.

"Originally, Wang was already so rich...... Wang Yang smashed his mouth, why, why did he have so much money, after the excitement passed, he seemed to return to calm.

It's as if this was the way it should be.

Wang Yang couldn't help but fall into deep thought, could it be that money came easily, which led to the sublimation of his soul and body now, and he became a Buddhist official?

The cow steward and the calf steward in front of him looked at Wang Yang a little confused, and after seeing that he heard about so many belongings, they first showed a look of joy, but soon, they began to frown inexplicably, and they didn't know what they were muttering quietly.

"It can't be that Childe is so happy that he has hysteria, right?" The calf steward gave his father a reverent look.

The old cow steward glared at his son, who was still young and not calm enough, cleared his throat and smiled towards Wang Yangdao.

"How do I already have so much money?" At this time, Wang Yang let out a long breath of turbidity, which looked a little unbelievable.

"I've got nearly 10 million of them...... Doesn't that mean that Wang is now a wealthy giant in our Song Dynasty. ”

"That's natural, our Da Song, the person who can earn so much wealth in such a short period of time, I'm afraid it's only you, Gongzi." The two cow stewards looked at Wang Yang with a happy and convincing face.

This is not bragging, but a sincere compliment. Steward Niu personally experienced Wang Yang's transformation from a small miscellaneous member of Yihong Mansion, then to a nursery, then to a security chief, and then to a teacher.

In short, it was so personal to see him slowly grow up from the lowest level of the Qinglou Pavilion, and now he is now regarded as a teacher by His Royal Highness the Prince, and the Son of Heaven has unparalleled favor in him, and Su Dongpo, the prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty, has a blue eye for him.

Nowadays, the Qinglou Pavilion in Bianliang, Tokyo regards Yihong Mansion as the representative leader of the Qinglou Pavilion, and it can be regarded as having a certain right to speak in the Qinglou Pavilion.

It can be said that his rise to prominence is really jaw-dropping, but it is so unrepeatable.