The ground in Beijing is very evil, and basically no secret can be kept. Many secrets that happen in the court can cause trouble in the city in less than half a day.

These days, there are always people from the Eight Banners gathered together, muttering and carrying out a few more corpses from Prince Gong's mansion. Empress Dowager Cixi didn't dare to go back to the Forbidden City to live in the evening, etc.

This city has experienced too many bloody and conspiracies, so many that old Beijingers can smell the faint smell of blood when they use their noses, and can see the sinister ghosts from the corner of their eyes.

Why are there more soldiers patrolling the streets? Why did the inspection efforts of the Jiumen Admiral have increased by three points? Why are the number of foreign devils gathered in Dongjiaomin Lane becoming increasingly popular? Even the fluctuations in food prices have become evidence of many conspirators.

Of course, what people are most concerned about is all the intelligence in Jiangnan. Thanks to the work of the Zongli Yamen, Qing Sanye, the Qing Dynasty has had an advanced telegraph network decades ahead of schedule, and this has given the gossipers in Beijing more capital to talk.

"Have you heard that? Xiao Letian from Donghai has made new things. He made something called the stock market..."

"Master Huang's news is slow, right? I knew it the day before yesterday, God! You absolutely could not have imagined that the stock market would spend as high as a mountain in one day!"

"The stock trading volume on the first day is as high as more than 40 million. This is the first day and then it can guarantee a 20 to 30 million taels of flow every day. Listen to it, it's all a mountain of silver!"

"That's right, especially when issuing new stocks, the scene was so hot. Jiangnan's old brands snatched all the companies and bought as much as they can. I was puzzled. Jiangnan hasn't just finished a few years of war, so why is it so rich?"

"I don't understand, right? Xiao Letian calls this financial and economics! A relative in the south of me worked in a joint venture with the Han people. He wrote to me that war could destroy cities, burn shops, and rob all the grain and cloth. However, the gold and silver were not afraid of fire or water, and at most it would hide..."

"The yellow and white things like to change their masters. I will follow you today and tomorrow. The war is like money running around when the world is peaceful. When the world is peaceful, the hidden gold and silver will still come out to make trouble..."

"Xiao Letian is smart. The Han people in the south are good at doing business, especially gambling. Xiao Letian has made a fortune in the Nanpiao crisis. Unexpectedly, he found another casino. Can't he die?"

There are many discussions everywhere in the teahouse. Whenever the money is mentioned, people's eyes are

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It would shine strangely, and everyone's throats were filled with the sound of swallowing saliva.

As he was talking, an old man from Eight Banners who had just eaten half of the meat noodles snatched his chopsticks on the table. He was furious and furious, "It's all a bunch of untouchables! The court is so difficult. They don't say they are happy to lose some military funds, but they are just watching our country live a hard life!"

"If this happened to the founding of the country, I would have to lead my troops to slaughter them! What kind of bastards do you have to protect the Han people? Can you make money without the court? I'll pay so much for his mother? Damn, I'll collect 40 million taels a day! Are the generals in Jiangnan all idiots? Go and rob them of his mother!"

A stone caused a thousand waves, and the Eight Banners men present were excited. "Master Huang is right. These Han people are the most unfair. At that time, Changmao was stolen by Changmao. Their silver women were snatched away by Changmao in vain. They didn't say they offered money to the court. If they gave money early, would it be even more difficult for so long? Our Eight Banners soldiers slaughtered those thieves!"

"That's right, I didn't pay the money back then. If I had paid the money back, I would go to the battlefield to kill the thief. How could a headline be replaced with 100 taels of silver? It would be fine if I cut five or six hundred... Cough cough cough..." The playboy who was full of beards completely forgot that he smoked two tubes of smoke last night, and finally did not hold on to the glorious record of thirty seconds on the woman's belly. At that moment, he really thought that he was possessed by Taizu.

Among them, the elderly man said quietly, "It was better back then. When our ancestors entered the pass, they were so domineering. They robbed whatever they liked. At that time, the Eight Banners athletes could not get off the horse's back for three days, and they could eat and sleep on the horse's horse!"

"I know, at that time, my Taizu was Batulu, who had a yellow flag, and attacked the Han army formation eight times a day! Eight times, all of them were like blood gourds, and the spoils they stolen were like mountains..."

The Han shopkeeper in the teahouse sighed and shook his head without saying a word. He was used to this kind of scene. These Eight Banners men must not talk about their ancestors. As long as someone starts, they can chat for a whole day without taking them away. They occupy the table and waste the space, so that new customers have no place to sit.

But you can't offend these people. One or two have backgrounds, and two of them are men with red belts, who are even more unaffected.

It's all caused by silver! The shopkeeper sighed in his heart. When the black eyes saw the silver, he didn't know how to give it to the north. He tried his best to give it to the silver? Bah, the Qing Dynasty has been supporting you for several lifetimes. That's not silver. If you still want silver, just because of your virtue, you are also the goods of deserters.

What's wrong with us Han people having money? We don't steal or rob. The industries we have accumulated through hard work for generations, do you say you can give it out? You don't have tens of thousands of dollars in wealth, and there are several manors outside the city. When we were growing hair, we didn't see anyone paying half a tael of silver.

"What are the shopkeepers doing? Is the earwax blocked? Is it? I asked you to add water three times, so I can't hear it?"

"Oh, Master Huang waited, I'm offended. I'll go to the backyard to pick up water!" The shopkeeper walked to the backyard with a smile on his face and picked up the big copper pot, but after thinking about it, he opened the lid and saw that there was no one on the left.

"Bao, bah, bah, bah... I'll let you scold us Han people, sooner or later, the Prime Minister will deal with you!" The three spits directly into the copper pot.

"Come on...Call the water! You raise your hand and be careful to burn..."

As he was talking, a figure suddenly rushed in from outside the teahouse, panting like a cow roaring, "No, it's so damn evil. This Qing Dynasty is so evil!"

"What's going on? What's the matter with Mr. Ma? What's the matter with foreign devils entering the capital again!"

"It's not a foreign devil, it's Xiao Letian! This disaster has gone to Suzhou. My brother is a gangster in the Zongli Yamen. The latest telegram I just read is the latest news. It's probably the telegram has just been delivered to the Queen Mother and the princes at this time!"

Look, this is the broken mouth of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty. For them, there is no word "secret" in the world. Moreover, these people are different from ordinary leakers. You said that if you are a spy, you can do it! But these ancestors are addicted to leaking secrets and don't make money at all.

They just feel idle and have no choice but to enjoy the feeling of being well-informed in front of the crowd. In order to brag, he can spread the most important secrets of the court into the market.

This is a disease! A terminal illness that cannot be cured!
Chapter completed!