The Fukang Silver Trumpet on the Bund is no longer merely described by gloomy clouds and mist these days, and the people outside have blocked the gate of the Silver Trumpet, and the sound of abuse and cries has filled the entire Bund. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Anhui guy who kills a thousand knives!" A middle-aged man with a big waist and a round face full of red light like a pig killer stood at the door of the ticket number blocked by the iron fence and shouted, there was no expression of hatred and sadness on his face, only the cruelty and pleasure of eagerness, "Lao Tzu has saved hundreds of taels of silver, and he has such a big silver number," he stretched out his finger and pointed to the four big silver characters hanging high in the air, "I can't take out a few hundred taels of silver from Lao Tzu, damn Hu Xueyan, what a southeast silkworm god, what a rich country, I look at it is just a little deflated three who owes money and doesn't pay it back!" Lao Tzu has to occupy such a small amount of money and not pay it back, which can be seen to be terrible! He waved his hand vigorously, "Big guy hurry up and go in and take out his silver, now you can still get a little bit in line, and then if he goes bankrupt, we won't be able to get a penny of silver!" ”

"What else does Hu Xueyan have the ability to," a person sneered slightly on the side, "His silk warehouse has been sealed by Lafayette!" The imperial court has long defined his behavior, which is speculation and hoarding! His silver is all in the silk where to go to the water, others are losing capital, and there are some capital silver, his silver is all invested in the play! ”

This is not a rumor, but the truth, the door was waiting for the silver number to open the door and queue up to receive the silver people became more and more agitated, and when the time came, the iron fence opened, and the crowd poured into the hall of the ticket number like a tide, the result is not surprising, the silver number has no money, although each counter is crowded with people, but the teller has already said, "There is no money on the counter." ”

People's hearts suddenly boiled, coupled with the clamor of people with hearts, they became more and more frightened, and they were about to smash all the ticket numbers, "There is no silver, what kind of silver is it!" The pig killer shouted loudly, "Let's smash this place, and then smash his signboard, so that the Fukang Silver Account will be completely closed!" ”

Everyone can see that this person is not good at all, but in such a situation, people's emotions are easily influenced by others, not to mention, their own vital interests are in it. The people in the hall were like powder kegs, they didn't need fire letters, they could explode, and they burst out with enough power to shatter Hu Xueyan's bones.

Hu Xueyan curled up in his office on the seventh floor, the ticket number signboard made of four sterling silver that originally glittered outside the window was already dim today, and a large amount of money was invested in the acquisition of silk, and the original deposit of the silver number received an excess withdrawal from the government, coupled with the bumper harvest and export of silk from Italy and Japan, where the price of silk fell sharply, if you would rather lose money than throw out the silk, and then contact a few good silver numbers, Fukang silver number here can not form a large-scale run, the situation will not be so difficult.

But the imperial court made a move, and the center ordered the seizure of all silk warehouses under his name, so that the largest funds were frozen, Hu Xueyan couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood when he heard such news, because he clearly understood that no matter what, the silk account could never be counted by himself.

The silver number deposits everywhere have all dried up, and the head number here is about to end, the steward came up with a bowl of tea, and said to Hu Xueyan who was slumped on the sofa, "Boss, drink tea to moisten your throat." ”

Hu Xueyan took the teacup and opened it, a strange fragrance came to his nose, his expression loosened, he took a sip of tea, and sighed with satisfaction, it seems that this very light and elegant tea fragrance and hot tea gave him inexplicable support, "At this time, I didn't expect to be able to drink this tea." ”

The steward lowered his hand and listened to Hu Xueyan's almost self-talking, "Longjing tea, there is a distinction between pre-Ming and pre-rain, pre-rain tea is far inferior to pre-Ming tea, this is a truth that everyone knows," As the name suggests, pre-Ming tea is tea picked before the Qingming Festival, and pre-rain tea is tea made of delicate buds before the rain. Generally speaking, the tea before the Ming Dynasty is less infested by insect pests, the buds and leaves are delicate, the color is green and fragrant, and the taste is mellow and beautiful, which is the best product in tea. "But my tea," Hu Xueyan pointed to the fragrant tea soup with the lid, "It's pre-rain tea, but it's ten times more expensive than pre-Ming tea, do you know why?" ”

The steward's face showed an unbearable look, and Hu Xueyan asked and answered himself, "This is tea before the rain season!" Two solar terms earlier than Qingming! "The solar terms of the rain are generally in the first month," I use hot springs to surround the Shifeng Longjing Tea Mountain, so that tea can be produced before the rain, and I am the only one in the world who has such a blessing! Hu Xueyan said proudly, "Such a cup of tea is enough for a thousand gold!" It's just a pity," he weakened, his body was slightly hunched, and he lost the spirit just now, he fell hard, and threw the tea cup and tea on the ground, and the tea and broken porcelain fell all over the ground, "In the future, I will never be able to drink the taste of tea before the rain!" ”

The steward's heart was miserable, "Dong Weng, it's just a failure, it's nothing, and it will definitely be able to make a comeback in the future." ”

Hu Xueyan shook his head, and at this time, another steward rushed in at the staircase, and his face showed a frightened expression, "Dong Weng!" He shouted in a panic, "A team of officials has arrived!" ”

"There's no chance," Hu Xueyan stood up, his heart was like ashes, "See, I don't have a chance again." Let's go down together, I'm afraid they'll come to arrest me. ”

Hu Xueyan took the two stewards down the stairs, walked down slowly, and when he arrived at the hall, the idle people had been distributed on both sides, the officials and officials covered the entire hall, leaving a long corridor in the middle, a general signaled Hu Xueyan to step forward, Hu Xueyan slowly walked to the end of the corridor in the eyes of everyone with different emotions, where a person wearing a python robe with a flower feather looked at the furnishings in the hall with his back hand, heard the footsteps behind him, turned around and saw Hu Xueyan, he had a dark face, Obviously used to the wind and sun, there is no beard on his face, he is about a eunuch, Hu Xueyan didn't know how to deal with it, so he could only bow down and signal, the man nodded, "Our family An Dehai is serving in front of Xisheng." ”

"Yes! Be! Be! Hu Xueyan was miserable in his heart, he didn't expect to alarm the Empress Dowager Cixi, who had just arrived in Shanghai, and this time he was afraid that he would be unable to escape death, "Please ask my father-in-law to command." ”

An Dehai took out a bright yellow scroll from his sleeve, "There is the will of the Western Holy Master, you kneel down and listen to the will." (To be continued.) )