"My son-in-law, Wang Fu is the Prime Minister after all, don't you think perhaps..."
"So what if he's the Prime Minister? I'll write a few letters. Have someone deliver them for me immediately!"
Han Mo smiled disdainfully. If it were in the imperial court, perhaps his title as Prime Minister would be quite imposing.
But in the business world, what did it matter if he was the Prime Minister?
At this critical juncture, did Wang Fu still dare to sell official positions and titles?
Seeing how serious Han Mo was, Jiang Yan didn't say anything more. He simply acknowledged and waited by the side.
After a moment of thought, Han Mo picked up the brush on the table and began to write on a piece of paper with bold, flowing strokes.
In less than half an hour, Han Mo had written eleven letters consecutively and handed them all to Jiang Yan.
"Take this letter to the Grand Xiangguo Temple and have it delivered to the monk Daojian. Tell him it's my instruction! As for the rest of the letters, deliver them to the top ten courtesans of Bianliang according to the names on the envelopes!"
"Top ten courtesans?"
Hearing Han Mo say that, Jiang Yan was stunned.
"Alright, you just deliver the letters. You don't need to worry about the rest. Someone else will handle it!"
Seeing the fierce gossip burning in his eyes, Han Mo rolled his eyes at him speechlessly.
"Yes, sir!"
Seeing that Han Mo was a little embarrassed, Jiang Yan flinched and took the envelopes, then walked out.
"Prime Minister Wang, Prime Minister Wang, this is your own humiliation!"
With a cold sneer, Han Mo also let out a long sigh of stale air.
He really hadn't expected Wang Fu to jump out and make a fool of himself. Power was truly not a good thing!
This fellow was already in a precarious position, yet he still had the leisure to meddle in such trivial matters. If such a person didn't fall, then heaven itself would be blind.
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"Steward Wang, look, everything we promised is here. We wonder if the Prime Minister this time..."
Early the next morning, as soon as the back gate of the Wang residence opened, Hirata Masao arrived outside the Wang family's door with a wooden chest, waiting.
"Mhm, since the goods have been delivered, I'll accompany you to Kaifeng Prefecture."
After inspecting the purity of the gold, Wang Chao'an was finally satisfied.
This was thirty catties of gold!
For such a small matter, the money earned was too easy!
"Thank you, Steward Wang! Thank you, Steward Wang!"
Finally hearing these words, Hirata Masao almost burst into tears.
"Let's go. Once this is done, I'll go to your place and see how those things you brought are doing!"
Compared to his excitement, Wang Chao'an was much calmer at the moment.
He looked as if he were preparing for an outing, with such a condescending demeanor that one might mistake him for Wang Fu himself!
With Wang Fu's pass, doing such things was naturally incredibly simple.
Although the constables of Kaifeng Prefecture were unwilling to offend the Zhe family, they were even less willing to offend Wang Fu.
"Patriarch, it's all thanks to Mr. Wang's help that you could come out this time!"
Seeing Ping Zheng Sheng and the others finally walk out of the prison, Hirata Masao quickly stepped forward to introduce him.
"Thank you, Mr. Wang! We've caused you trouble with this matter!"
Although he didn't know Wang Chao'an's identity, since he could get them out of Kaifeng Prefecture, he was naturally from an official family.
Ping Zheng Sheng's attitude towards Wang Chao'an was exceptionally humble.
"That's not a problem. You've just come out of prison, so I won't say much more. How about this, you go back and prepare first. When you're ready, I'll come to your place tonight to see your goods!"
Wang Chao'an naturally had no great interest in these stinkingly smelly Japanese people, but he was extremely interested in the goods they had brought.
If he could swallow these goods in one go, he would be able to make a huge profit again!
"If you don't mind, sir, why don't you come back with us now to take a look?"
As soon as he heard that he was interested in the goods he held, Ping Zheng Sheng could no longer afford to disregard his injuries.
After all, these goods were pressing on them, and they could only stay in Bianliang City.
But the problem was that they were Japanese. Traveling from the Great Song to Japan required consideration of the seasons.
If they missed the monsoon, it would be another year.
As the head of the Ping family, he did not have much time to waste here.
If it weren't for opening up new shipping routes and wanting to see the prosperity of the Great Song with his own eyes, he would never have led the team himself.
"Don't you need to treat your injuries?"
Seeing that these fellows were all injured, even Wang Chao'an was a little surprised.
"Such minor injuries are nothing!"
Having finally met someone interested in these goods, Ping Zheng Sheng was becoming a little impatient at this moment.
"Since you say so, I'll go back with you to take a look!"
Since they had already said so, Wang Chao'an was naturally happy to get this batch of goods into his hands as soon as possible.
"Please, sir!"
The group boarded a carriage and returned to the inn where Ping Zheng Sheng and the others were staying.
Ping Zheng Sheng didn't even have time to change his smelly clothes before taking Wang Chao'an directly to the inn's backyard.
For safety reasons, the entire backyard of the inn had been booked by them at this time.
After carefully inspecting the quality of these goods, Wang Chao'an was truly overjoyed.
Gold dust, bronze wares, fans and ornaments carved from walrus ivory, and some miscellaneous items.
The shapes of these items indeed differed somewhat from those produced in the Great Song.
However, in terms of craftsmanship alone, they could be considered middle to upper class.
Even a few of the superb items could basically reach the level of tribute goods.
"May I know how you intend to price these items you have?"
After inspecting all the goods, Wang Chao'an hesitated for a moment before asking again.
"This... how about this price?"
After carefully considering, Ping Zheng Sheng directly extended his right index finger.
"One hundred thousand guan?"
Wang Chao'an asked tentatively.
"Yes, but we only want small cash!"
Hearing him say that, Wang Chao'an was stunned.
At this time, almost all the nobles in Bianliang City were trying to exchange their copper coins for gold or silver.
But these fellows didn't want gold or silver, they only wanted copper coins, which truly surprised him.