dognovel Chapter 715 Taking Charge of the Treasury
Chapter 715 Taking Charge of the Treasury
In the blink of an eye, the situation reversed. Weren't you arrogant? This is what you get!
“It seems the Meng family is indeed untrustworthy. I will definitely inform some of my business partners to stay away from your Meng family as much as possible,” Jia Zhenzhen said, shaking her head.
He comes from a top-tier second-rate family with a network of connections throughout the entire Daye Dynasty. If he intends to smear the Meng family, they will never be able to recover.
"What are you standing there for? Kneel down and call me grandpa right now!" the old lady said through gritted teeth, clearly unable to withstand Jia Zhenzhen's threat.
They dared not disobey the old lady's orders, and all knelt before Lin Ping with their heads down, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
“Grandpa, Grandpa Lin…” many of the younger generation stammered as they spoke.
"What did you say? I didn't hear you," Lin Ping said, craning his ears.
"Grandpa! You are my grandpa!" To please Lin Ping, the other party had to shout at the top of his lungs.
"Hey, Grandpa's here, what a good grandson!" Lin Ping nodded with satisfaction, but his mood was so-so, not exactly delighted.
For a general of the Wu Kingdom, whose status is so high, to have to haggle with some common people is really beneath his dignity.
He had no choice but to resort to some tricks to get revenge for Meng Qingge.
"The Meng family is quite trustworthy, not bad, not bad. To be honest, I really want to cooperate with you, but unfortunately you don't have any money. You can't expect me to give you grain for free, can you?" Jia Zhenzhen put on a regretful expression.
"Mr. Jia, please don't go. You must help the Meng family." The old lady tugged at Jia Zhen's trouser leg, her groveling as humble as could be.
"Madam Meng, please don't make things difficult for me. Business is business, and the price I offered is already fair enough. It's just that your Meng family doesn't have the money, so how can we do this deal?" Jia Zhenzhen said helplessly, forcefully pushing the old lady away.
"Borrow money, that's right, we can borrow money from a money exchange." The old lady suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came up with this ingenious idea.
In this relatively developed economic era, borrowing money is not shameful, and the wealthier people are, the more they like to borrow money.
Money makes money, and only the poor would put their money in a money shop.
The rich would lend money that the poor had deposited in money shops, and then use that money to make money off the poor.
This cycle repeats itself, with the poor getting poorer and the rich getting richer.
"Oh? I wonder where Madam Meng gets her confidence from? And which bank would lend you money?" Jia Zhenzhen said sarcastically.
Borrowing money requires collateral. At this critical juncture of reduced grain production, which bank would lend money to a winery, especially since the Meng family already owes Bafang Bank 50,000 taels of silver?
"Qingchao, this whole thing started because of you. Go to the bank and borrow money right now. Even if you have to run yourself ragged, get the money." The old lady ordered.
"Grandmother, please spare your grandson! The money lender isn't stupid. How could he lend money to the Meng family? Going to borrow money so abruptly will get his legs broken," Meng Qingchao said with a mournful face.
This fellow is quite self-aware; the major money houses in Kyoto have already blacklisted the winery.
The fact that Bafang Money House didn't come to collect the debt is already an act of utmost kindness.
"Qingya, you should give it a try. You're the person your grandmother trusts most," the old lady continued, sounding like she was desperately trying anything.
"Please, give me a break. She clearly doesn't want Meng Qingchao to get beaten. What difference would it make if I went?" Su Qingya wasn't stupid; she could see through the old lady's intentions.
"Whoever is willing to lend money will be richly rewarded if this matter is resolved," the old lady said in despair.
The relatives who were still kneeling in front of Lin Ping slunk back, none of them wanting to take the blame for Meng Qingchao.
If borrowing money were really that easy, why wouldn't Meng Qingchao and Su Qingya go?
They were just trying to make a living in the Meng family; there was no need for them to risk their lives.
Anyway, they've made a lot of money on the side, so even if the Meng family falls apart, they won't go hungry.
"Madam, are these your proud grandson and granddaughter? Why did they run away faster than anyone else when the Meng family was in trouble?" Lin Ping mocked sarcastically.
If it weren't for Meng Qingge, why would he be interested in the rotten-to-the-core Meng family? He could have wiped them out with a flick of his wrist.
The old lady's face turned ashen; she wanted to retort, but didn't know how.
"The reason you can sit here so comfortably, and the reason the Meng family has food to eat, is not because of Meng Qingchao or Su Qingya, but because of Qingge! If it weren't for her struggling to support this broken family, the Meng family would have collapsed long ago, and you would just be a destitute old woman, and everyone in the Meng family would have to beg on the streets."
"The Meng family is so large, with dozens of people, yet they have to rely on a woman. It's laughable, pathetic, and ridiculous!" Lin Ping said sarcastically, genuinely angry.
"Is this my place in his heart?" Meng Qingge remained silent, but a warm feeling welled up in her heart.
She knew she wasn't as great as Lin Ping claimed, but she wasn't as worthless as Meng Qingchao and the others said.
Now that someone has stood up for her, Meng Qingge is naturally grateful.
The old lady remained silent; she wasn't senile yet and knew the importance of Meng Qingge to the Meng family.
Otherwise, the rights to the distillery would not have been handed over to her.
"Since you say that the Meng family is supported by Qingge alone, then, can she go to the bank to borrow money?" the old lady said, seizing the opportunity.
Lin Ping sneered at this: "Why should Qingge clean up your mess? Do you even deserve to?"
The old lady remained silent, admitting that Lin Ping's words made some sense.
But she didn't want to watch the Meng family perish, so she pleaded, "As long as Qingge can borrow the money, she will be in charge of the Meng family's accounts from now on."
"Hahaha, I'm afraid you haven't figured out a fact yet: the Meng family's accounts are already empty. Why should Qingge care?" Lin Ping mocked.
Are you going to leave Meng Qingge with an empty shell? Lin Ping isn't stupid; he'll just take the money back after he borrows it.
"This is the key to the storeroom. From now on, Qingge will be in charge of it alone. Any silver she borrows can be placed directly in the east wing. The Meng family has no right to use it," the old lady continued to plead.
Lin Ping was probably not interested in this key, which had no real meaning, but it was of extraordinary significance to Meng Qingge.
This is a symbol of power. From now on, she can take money from the treasury without discussion or Meng Qingchao's embezzlement.
In this way, she will not be hindered and will be able to carry forward the Meng family's glory.
Lin Ping reluctantly took the keys and casually tossed them to Meng Qingge.
"From now on, the accounts are yours to manage. Do whatever you want, go for it." Lin Ping's lips curled up slightly.
"But...but I can't borrow enough money." Meng Qingge knew Lin Ping's good intentions, but she also knew her own limitations.
"Why borrow money? It's much better to have it delivered to your door." Lin Ping smiled mysteriously.
Just as everyone was confused, the doorman continued to announce, "Mr. Mi from Bafang Money Shop requests an audience!"