Fake Eunuch: Discovering the Emperor is a Woman!-Chapter 212 - 210: It’s Going to Be the Death of Me (Seventh Update)

Chapter 212: Chapter 210: It’s Going to Be the Death of Me (Seventh Update)

Not to mention tens of thousands of taels, even hundreds of thousands of taels aren’t a problem for me.

Currently, given the sales of liuli, the daily income is over 600,000 taels.

While tomorrow’s income won’t likely be as high as today’s— in fact, it will be greatly reduced, even just 1/10 of today’s is considered considerable.

But still, this is a substantial income.

Even if it’s only 50,000 taels per day, that would amount to an income of 1.5 million taels per month.

After all, such frenzied purchasing only happens once like today.

These officials may be wealthy, but they can’t spend money like this every day.

The atmosphere reached its peak today, and it was all because the Fourth Prince took the lead.

And I don’t believe the Fourth Prince would spend another 100,000 taels on liuli tomorrow.

That goes for those high-ranking nobles as well.

And even more so for those wealthy merchants.

No one’s money is blown in by the wind; buying one or two pieces is the limit.

Furthermore, I believe that in less than ten days, business at the Glazed Tile Shop will become exceedingly common and unremarkable.

After all, liuli is not an everyday necessity; it’s not indispensable like food.

For the wealthy, owning one or two pieces is nothing, but purchasing excessively means having more money than one knows what to do with. Besides, real gold and silver hold their value better, don’t they?

Especially when they realize they can buy the liuli in the Glazed Shop at will, they are even less likely to exchange their gold and silver for liuli as a way to store value.

Of course, I’ve prepared for this; I do not plan to continue retail sales indefinitely.

Once I have sheared these fat sheep in the Capital City, liuli will enter the public eye.

"Not 200,000 taels, nor 20,000 taels?

So how much do you really want? Don’t tell Your Majesty it’s just 200 or 2,000 taels."

The young Emperor himself didn’t believe these words.

For someone like Lin Yi, it would already be nice if he didn’t ask for a huge amount. To think he would settle for just a few thousand taels is clearly impossible.

Moreover, the operations at Nanshan Base involve tens of thousands of people, so the daily expenses there are not a small amount either.

It’s no exaggeration to say that the cost of daily food alone for those people amounts to several hundred taels.

Honestly, if it weren’t for the business success at the Glazed Tile Shop, the young Emperor would be fretting over how to appease these refugees.

Naturally, supporting so many people is an exceedingly headache-inducing matter.

However, upon hearing the young Emperor’s question, Lin Yi did not respond verbally but simply smiled and watched the Emperor.

Nonetheless, though silent, his thoughts exposed everything to the Emperor.

The next moment, the young Emperor suddenly widened his eyes and, with a trembling finger and an incredulous face, pointed at Lin Yi and blurted out:

"You scoundrel, you don’t mean to ask for 2 million taels, do you?"

That’s right, just now, Lin Yi had already thought of that number.

And it is precisely the amount he wanted: 2 million taels.

There’s much to be done at Nanshan Base, everything there awaiting development.

And for that reason, money is pouring out like water there.

Not to mention the 2 million taels I’m asking for now, even 20 million taels wouldn’t go far if I really wanted to develop Nanshan Base.

After all, what Lin Yi wants to build is not just a simple small village.

If it were only about enabling tens of thousands of refugees to live securely, that wouldn’t be difficult, nor would it require much money.

But what he aims to build is a base that can directly alter history.

At this moment, the young Emperor, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, suddenly stood up from the Dragon Chair.

His gaze then turned fiercely to Lin Yi, as if he desperately wanted to beat him up.

Well, look at this him; is this a request any sane person would make?

He had just earned 600,000 taels, and now he was asking for 2 million right off the bat!

This was beyond audacious.

No lion ever had such a big mouth.

And at this moment, two words floated across the Emperor’s mind.

Too small!

Yes, "Your Majesty underestimated," I thought he wanted 20 million taels, haha, how laughable.

Especially since I just used those two words on this scoundrel, which made me feel even more helpless.

Seeing the young Emperor’s agitated state, Lin Yi chuckled and reached into his chest, drawing out a scroll and handing it over:

"Ha ha, Your Majesty sees clear, this is not for my own benefit.

I do all this for Your Majesty and for the good of You Country.

Please take a look first, this is my plan.

If we can fully implement this, I believe in less than a decade, the whole country of You will experience an earth-shaking transformation.

Not only that, but I’m confident that within three years, all the courtiers will be loyal to Your Majesty, and no dissidents will remain among them.

After five years, I’m even more confident I can reshuffle You Country’s officialdom, leaving no one from the Aristocratic Families in power, ensuring all the officials are Your Majesty’s faithful and competent ministers."

Undoubtedly, Lin Yi’s speech had set the young Emperor’s blood boiling, as his heart began to thump in anticipation.

If all could really proceed as Lin Yi said, then let alone 2 million taels, even if he added another 2 million taels, the Emperor would be willing to pay it.

But there was one thing that instantly made the young Emperor’s head ache again.

Where would he find 2 million taels?

He had just had a satisfying moment, bringing in 600,000 taels of silver.

He was contemplating in his mind how he would spend such a sum, thinking that at last, he wouldn’t have to worry about finances anymore.

Whether it was for military provisions or to aid the disaster-stricken, he couldn’t possibly use up so much silver as he pleased.

But before he could even enjoy it, he now owed 1.4 million more.

Wasn’t this asking for his very life?

... End of the Chapter ...