Chapter 862

"Congratulations on the breakthrough of Mojia village deposit in millions!"

When the huge banner was hung in the Bank of Mojia village, Rao Shi, the people of Chang'an City, had expected this for a long time, and couldn't help but look pale.

That's millions of dollars! Not hundreds of words. Hundreds of years ago, apart from the civil Department of the imperial court, they had never heard of anyone who could have such a huge wealth. The money accumulated by the Bank of Mojia village in recent months exceeded the wealth owned by the oldest aristocratic family in the Tang Dynasty. Although these money were not owned by Merton, Merton had the right to control these money, This in itself is a huge energy.

"How much interest do Mohists have to pay every year for millions of printing money!" many people smacked.

A merchant sneered: "what's the interest of 3% a year? The interest of mojiazi's loan is at least 6% a year. It's enough to double the price difference. It's not a loss for mojiazi."

"It's said that mojiazi only left 200000 guans, enough to lend 800000 guans! He can earn at least 30000 guans a year," an idle man said.

"Eight hundred thousand passes! So many?" the crowd exclaimed.

"That's natural. The printing money with an annual interest rate of 6% has never existed in ancient times. Now you don't borrow it. Can you borrow the printing money of Ziqian's family when there is no money?" a merchant sneered.

The idle man hesitated and said, "if everyone borrows money from the bank, what will the money family do?"

The merchant hummed coldly: "naturally, no one cares. As far as I know, the major banks in Chang'an City have not opened for a long time."

"Ziqian family, you also have today?" the people gnashed their teeth one after another.

The reputation of the Ziqian family can be said to be a smelly street. When they heard that the Ziqian family was unlucky, they clapped their hands one by one.

"The Mo family is simply deceiving people too much!"

In the secret manor outside the city, the second owner of Ziqian family was furious at the dismal performance of the bank in his hand.

Cao Guangqi said bitterly, "I'll report back to my boss. Now Chang'an city is competing for loans from mojiazi, and no one cares about the major banks."

The bank business in Mojia village is booming, but it is gloomy for a group of son Qian families. All the time, the son Qian family has been disadvantageous by using the money in their hands. However, against the background of Mojia's printing money with an annual interest rate of 6%, it suddenly turned ugly and was resisted by everyone.

"Mohism is going to be the enemy of my son Qian's family forever!" the second owner of the son Qian's family said gnashing his teeth. He didn't realize that he provoked Merton first. If he hadn't forced the Mojia village into a desperate situation with the fake silver ticket case and the influence of Ziqian family, how could Merton have such a fierce counterattack.

Businessmen have always been cautious in their business. The credit market is not large as long as there is much principal to do. As soon as the Mojia village bank is engaged, there is little left in the bank's market. Several commercial banks that were originally targeted have long been out of trouble. Not only is there no business during this period of time. As long as the Mojia village bank is there, the Ziqian family will never recover.

"Now the Ziqian families all over the country have sent letters to blame us for provoking the Mexican family rashly?" Cao Guangqi said helplessly. The second owner of the Ziqian family provoked the Mexican family and led a great enemy to the Ziqian family. Other Ziqian families naturally attributed the responsibility to the second owner of the Ziqian family.

The second owner of the Zi Qian family blushed and said, "these fools still don't understand. When the Mo family establishes a bank, it indicates that this scene will appear sooner or later. Sooner or later, the Mo family and the Zi Qian family will be at odds."

I have to say that the second owner of Ziqian family is right. Both banks and banks operate money for a living. The nature of their business is similar. Sooner or later, they will take the step of confrontation. The second owner of Ziqian family's initiative provocation is just to detonate it in advance.

"Second owner, what should I do now?" Cao Guangqi frowned.

The second owner of the son Qian family sneered: "what to do? The ambition of mojiazi has been well known. The mojiacun bank has expanded four cities and one village. Over time, when the mojiacun bank opens to the ten roads of the Tang Dynasty, I hope they can still sit down."

"The lips are dead and the teeth are cold, and the host is wise!" Cao Guangqi complimented.

The second owner of Ziqian family said proudly, "don't be proud of the Mohist family. You can't easily shake the inheritance of Ziqian family for thousands of years."

Suddenly, with a flutter, a carrier pigeon flew straight into the living room and fell next to the second owner of the Ziqian family.

The second owner of the Ziqian family stretched out his hand and took out a secret letter from the carrier pigeon's foot. When he opened it, his face suddenly changed and suddenly exclaimed, "how is this possible?"

"Boss, what's the matter?" Cao Guangqi hurriedly said.

"We're exposed! The Yamen servants of Chang'an County Yamen are coming." the second owner of Zi Qian's family looked at the superstition in his hand and said with an iron green face. If his son Qian's family hadn't left a secret move, I'm afraid they wouldn't even know if the Yamen came to the door.

"How is this possible?" Cao Guangqi said with a shocked face. The ability of the money family to survive is to hide in the dark. If the Mo family knows their identity, it will be settled by the Mo family in the autumn. We should know that the Mo family has suffered heavy losses in a single case of fake silver tickets. More importantly, the Mo family can't tolerate a dens for openly making fake silver tickets under the eyelids, which makes the Mo family like a lump in the throat.

"It seems that this great manor can no longer be preserved." the second owner of Ziqian family looked at the exquisite manor and said with regret.

"What about the old craftsmen Liu?" Cao Guangqi asked carefully.

The second owner of Ziqian's family turned cold and made a gesture of killing his mouth.

Cao Guangqi nodded comprehensively and turned to leave. After Cao Guangqi left, the second owner of the Ziqian family waved his hand, and two warriors immediately followed Cao Guangqi away from the door.

Soon it came, and several screams came from the ground. After a while, two warriors covered with blood came back and reported: "return to young master, Cao Guangqi and the Liu family have been killed."

The second owner of Ziqian family looked at the thick smoke that had come out in the direction of the basement, and couldn't help but show a trace of regret: "Cao Guangqi, don't resent me. Since you have been exposed, as Ziqian family, you should know this will happen."

Cao Guangqi has followed him for a long time. Now he is forced to shut up. How can it make his heart feel better.

"Young master, let's go! The fire has started and the Yamen in Chang'an County is coming soon." a warrior urged.

The second owner of Ziqian family no longer insisted, nodded obediently, turned into a secret Road, and soon appeared several miles away from the manor.

The second owner of the Zi Qian family set foot on the carriage that had already been prepared. Looking back and seeing the burning manor in the distance, he couldn't help revealing a trace of coldness: "Mo family son, this is the second time that you forced the young master to flee in embarrassment. I remember today's revenge and go back to Chang'an city."

"Second brother, where are you going?" suddenly a crisp girl's voice sounded, which immediately made the second owner of Ziqian's family feel like being struck by lightning.

"Wu Meiniang!" the second owner of Ziqian family suddenly raised his head and saw Wu Meiniang under the arch guard of a group of Mohist children opposite. Wu Meiniang, who was yellow and skinny in the Wu house, has now grown into a Shuiling girl. He smiled and looked at Wu yuanshuang.