"The princess mirror shows every detail, unprecedented? Is it real or fake?"

On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month in the tenth year of Wanli, as copies of the Royal Daily were sold, many people in the capital who bought the newspapers discovered that the front page headlines that had never been used for advertising in the past were today called

The ads for 'Princess Mirror' were occupied.

"Really or not? Didn't you see what it says? This Royal Mirror Workshop is your Majesty's property. Moreover, this 'Princess Mirror' was specially made by the champion to marry the princess. If the princess didn't want to keep it to herself,

, how could the royal family make such treasures and sell them?"

"Eh? What? There is a sample display of this princess mirror at Donghua Gate?"

"What? It really does exist! So what are you waiting for? Go to Donghua Gate to see it first!"

As people continued to read the advertisement that was placed on the front page, the words "Sample Mirror Display" mentioned at the end of the advertisement were also discovered.

…

"Master Chief Assistant, Your Majesty, this is too...isn't this competing with the people for profit?"

Unlike those ordinary people, Zhang Siwei, who had just been promoted to the second minister of the cabinet at Wenyuan Pavilion in the Forbidden City, where free newspapers were delivered every day, was pointing at the advertisement for "Princess Mirror" in the newspaper and frowning.

"Haha, Ziwei, didn't you realize that it said that the princess did not want to keep the mirror to herself and wanted to share it with the people, so she asked your majesty to make it and sell it to the people? In that case, this is a matter of competing for profit with the people.

Where to start?"

Pointing to the "Princess Mirror" advertisement in the newspaper in front of him, Zhang Juzheng stroked his long beard and smiled. It seemed that he didn't take this little thing to heart.

Speaking of which, unlike Zhang Juzheng who did not truly "return to power" until his death in the original history, in this time and space, except for the New Deal, the rest of the military and political power has already been returned to the little fat man.

And the little fat man's political ability, after two years of 'internship', is no longer what it was before. Therefore, Zhang Juzheng naturally laughed it off about the little fat man selling precious mirrors.

However, what he didn't know was that this seemingly small thing that the fat man did to 'make money' would later be identified as the beginning and starting point of the Ming Dynasty's commercial tax collection.

…

"Oh my god, there is such a clear mirror in the world!"

When a group of people rushed outside Donghua Gate after hearing the news, they hurried past the "Princess Mirror" which was protected by a team of royal guards. They all couldn't help but sigh at the clear image that appeared in the mirror.

"Lao San, look at it like this, the mirrors we prepared are not enough to sell, haha!"

On the turret of the Forbidden City not far from Donghua Gate, looking at the huge crowds of people passing by, the little fat man smiled so hard that he could hardly see his eyes.

"Haha, rare things are valuable. If we release too many at once, the mirror will not be so valuable!"

Glancing at the little fat man who was smiling so much that he almost looked like Maitreya Buddha, Wang Bing couldn't help but shook his head.

For a 'luxury' product like a mirror that is not necessary for life, Wang Bing has never considered ordinary people. Therefore, the price of this mercury mirror has really reached the point where he said the price is comparable to gold.

For example, the first batch of glass mirrors that will be sold in three days, even the smallest batch of mooncake-sized mirrors, are priced at ten taels of silver.

And the only ten-sided full-length mirror was directly priced at a sky-high price of two thousand taels of silver, and it was also sold in limited quantities. Only one was sold every day, in order to increase the value of this 'princess mirror'!

…

Soon, the time came to three days later.

On this day, in Dengshi Street not far from Donghua Gate, in front of an imperial store with a plaque of Yun Yingxuan, there were already people waiting in line to buy glasses early in the morning. The long queue of people had even already

It was discharged outside the entire two-mile-long Lantern Festival Street.

Fortunately, this is an imperial store, and no one dares to cause trouble. So even though there are many people buying glasses, it is still in good order.

However, this kind of orderliness only lasted for a very short period of time. As the 'Princess Mirrors' in the store were sold quickly, many people who were behind in the queue and did not buy one suddenly forgot about it.

After realizing that the shop in front of them was an imperial shop, they couldn't help but start making noises.

"Everyone, our store is His Majesty's imperial store. If you come to shop, we welcome you. But if anyone wants to come here to cause trouble, haha!"

Wanting to know what the consequences would be, the thirty-year-old shopkeeper of the imperial shop just smiled, but did not explain. He just glanced at a group of royal guards not far from the shop.

"Uh, shopkeeper, we don't want to cause trouble, we are just eager to buy the mirrors. Please forgive me, shopkeeper!"

After being reminded by the shopkeeper, the people in the queue who had been noisy just now looked at the team of Jin Yiwei not far away, but now they had a look of fear on their faces, and they all remembered the fact that Yun Yingxuan was an imperial store.

"I understand your desire to buy precious mirrors. However, it is not easy to make precious mirrors. The 500 mirrors our store has sold out today. If you have not bought them, please hurry up tomorrow. From now on, our store will have 200 large and small precious mirrors every day.

For sale!"

Finally, the shopkeeper immediately changed his smiling face, looked at the 'gods' and ordered 'Expulsion!'

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"This servant informs Your Majesty that all five hundred large and small mirrors have been sold today, and a total of sixty-five thousand taels of silver have been received!"

In the Qianqing Palace of the Forbidden City, in front of Wang Bing, the shopkeeper who was still so powerful in Yunyingxuan before was now kneeling down in front of the little fat man to report the income from selling glasses today.

It turned out that the previous shopkeeper was just a young eunuch in the palace.

"Sixty-five thousand taels!"

Although he had already known this result through his own pricing, when this number actually turned into money, the little fat man still couldn't help but be excited.

"Sixty-five thousand taels a day, 650,000 taels for ten days, 6.5 million taels for a hundred days, and more than 20 million taels in one year, hahahaha!"

After some calculations regardless of the cost, the little fat man was completely ecstatic.

There is no way, according to the little fat man's calculation, after one year, even if the fraction is used as cost and removed, there will still be a net profit of 20 million taels of silver.

You must know that at this time, the annual income of the entire treasury of the imperial court, if only counting silver, was far less than the money he earned from selling mirrors.

"Well, if His Majesty calculates it this way, the imperial court can get more than 600,000 taels of tax money from this Baojingfang alone in a year!"

Instead of directly breaking the little fat man's dream, Wang Bing used his calculation results with a smirk on his face and reminded him of the business tax he should pay.

"What? You only need to pay 600,000 yuan in taxes for 20 million yuan? Did you calculate it correctly, Third Brother? I want to revise the commercial tax. I want to increase the commercial tax to 1 in 10 taxes!"

It was as if his flesh had been dug out. When Wang Bing talked about the six hundred thousand taels of tax money, the stingy little fat man felt even more painful and his eyes turned red.
Chapter completed!