Several court officials stood up and bowed to worship.

"What's the matter?"

The faint majestic voice of Emperor Ying Zheng came.

"Recently, prices have soared in various counties and cities, and prices have been raised," he said.

The court officials said respectfully: "Even Xianyang City has been affected by it, and the people have complained because of this."

"oh?!"

The First Emperor Ying Zheng exclaimed lightly, without saying a word, and just asked lightly: "Why is this?"

The words fell.

Young Master Fusu looked proud, and everything he did finally worked.

Even Xianyang City was affected by this!

It can be seen that the group of businessmen did a pretty good job and lived up to his and Zhang Liang's painstaking arrangements.

"Report to Father!"

Young Master Fusu stood up, looked serious and said loudly: "All this is caused by the Eighth Brother!"

"Because my eighth brother raised the tax on merchants and the merchant paid more taxes, he naturally had to make up for it, so the prices were raised."

"It is precisely because of this that the people are unable to buy it."

Take advantage of the situation and take the opportunity to suppress it.

Prince Fusu now learns a first-hand political struggle method.

"Is there any such thing?"

The First Emperor Ying Zheng looked at Ying Ziye and asked lightly.

Ying Ziye stepped forward, bowed and said, "Report to my father, this matter is indeed the responsibility of my sons."

"But everything has a process, and I will handle this!"

He did not refuse to hide it, it was not his style, and he was confident in handling the matter.

Ying Ziye's smile on the corner of her mouth was full of confidence and no cowardice.

"Um!"

The First Emperor Ying Zheng nodded slightly.

The court officials didn't say anything more when they heard this, as long as someone solved the problem.

Young Master Fusu's eyes were deep and complex light flashed.

After retreating from the court.

Young Master Fusu glanced at Ying Ziye lightly, passed by him, smiled faintly, and said, "Eighth brother, get rid of it as soon as possible!"

"Otherwise, the people will beat the drums."

Ying Ziye smiled slightly, took it indifferently, and said, "I appreciate my kindness from my brother."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"snort!"

Young Master Fusu snorted coldly and left with his sleeves.

The eldest son’s mansion!

Prince Fusu returned to the mansion and summoned Zhang Liang and Chun Yu Yue, and said with a smug smile: "Two gentlemen, there are people in the court who have reported the rising prices to their father."

"My eighth brother was also questioned by his father. He said there was a way to solve the problem, but he didn't know what he had. Please pay more attention to this matter," he said.

"promise!"
Chapter completed!