Mo Zizai appeared a little late. When these merchants almost finished eating the melon seeds on the table, Mo Zizai came late.

But what made the people sitting at the banquet a little uneasy was that among the people who appeared, in addition to Mo Zizai and Zhou Qi and Jia Fu, there was also a team of Dongchang Guards led by Chen Ying.

Dozens of Dongchang guards stood not far behind them, giving them the feeling that they were surrounded by Dongchang.

Mo Zizai didn't give them much time to think about it. After they gave their salute, they sat directly on the main seat with a golden sword and said, "You are all busy people who make money every day. I'm delaying you some time. You probably won't mind, right?"

“Where is there”

The man sitting at Mo Zizai's head start quickly and said, "The prince is so honored that I can't even mind if I can't mind it."

Hearing this man speak, Mo Zizai glanced at his seat and asked, "You are Fan Yong from the Grain Store, Boss Fan, right?"

The nineteen businessmen sitting here operate almost all profitable industries such as tea, grain, silk, wine, salt, etc., and almost every one is a net worth over one million.

The person who is talking to Mo Zizai now is Fan Yong, the largest grain merchant in the capital. The two people sitting next to Fan Yong are two other big grain merchants, Cao Xi and Chang Wei.

The three of them joined forces to almost monopolize all the food supply in Beijing, and they made a lot of money.

The reason why the three of them sat together was that Mo Zizai had arranged it before was to clean them up first, so Mo Zizai just took a look at Fan Yong's seat and immediately knew who he was.

When Fan Yong heard Mo Zizai call him Boss Fan, he immediately said in a panic: "Fan is just a merchant. In front of the prince, he really dares to be the title of boss."

"Why should Boss Fan be so humble?"

Mo Zizai chuckled and said, "I have heard that the Minister of Revenue went to your business to buy food a few days ago, but you refused."

"Even you dare to refuse the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. What's the point of being a boss?"

When Mo Zizai talked about this, Fan Yong's mind immediately raised it. A few days ago, Qian Min, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, went to find him personally, but that was not a request to buy food.

On the surface, he said he was here to buy food, but the meaning was obvious inside and outside, that was, he was not allowed to sell food to the court, so he almost said it directly, and he would kill him if he dared to sell it.

He was just a businessman with a slightly background. In this case, how could he dare to sell food to the court?

But does he dare to say such a thing? A mere merchant Panji is afraid that he really doesn’t know how to write the word “death”?

So at this moment, facing Mo Zizai's criticism, he had to reply helplessly: "Your Majesty, it's really a shortage of food for the grain store. In addition, some refugees have fled, so the food shortage in the capital this year is too big."

"In order to give priority to meeting the grain supply in the capital, the collaboration between Cao Min, Cao Xi and Chang Wei can barely be enough, and he really can't produce more food."

In order to prevent himself from facing Mo Zizai's anger alone, Fan Yong sold his two colleagues backhanded.

The so-called colleagues are enemies. Cao Xi and Chang Wei were gloating at Fan Yong's joke, but they were stabbed by Fan Yong with a backhand, and both of them were stunned.

But now is obviously not the time for internal strife, otherwise no one would have had a good harvest.

So although Cao Xi and Chang Wei were cursing Fan Yong in their hearts, they had to echo: "Yes, Prince, Shopkeeper Fan said it right. The grain harvest this year is not good, and a large number of refugees pouring into the capital, so the food is really tight."

Listening to the nonsense of the three of them, Jia Fu snorted coldly in his heart. In addition to being the housekeeper of the royal palace, he also has a big landlord in the capital. If the grain harvest is not good, he can save so much money for the royal palace by farming?

Moreover, these grain merchants are not selling them as soon as possible. They all have stored grains. Now they use the excuse of not getting good harvests to fool the prince. They are really polite.

However, although he knew that the three of them were talking nonsense, Jia Fu did not expose them, because it is the prince's home court now, and he will only speak when the prince asks him to speak.

"The harvest is not good, so I sold the food to the court without any food, which sounds reasonable."

Mo Zizai nodded slightly, looking as if he agreed with the three of them. However, when the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, Mo Zizai suddenly changed his mind and said:

"But Boss Fan, if you don't have food to sell it to the court, why would you sell it to the Beiman?"

Hearing Mo Zizai's words, everyone present changed their expressions and looked at Fan Yong in shock. The grassland barbarians were the mortal enemies of the Great Zhou. Although the Great Zhou did not completely prohibit the trade with them, it was only allowed to sell some luxury goods or daily necessities such as silk tea and porcelain.

Important resources such as food, salt, and iron are strictly prohibited from being sold on the grassland. Whoever dares to sell them privately is to be punished as treason and collude with the enemy. That is a crime to kill the entire clan.

The sweat behind Fan Yong suddenly came out. He barely maintained his calmness on his face and said with a dry smile: "The prince is joking. Selling grain to the Northern Barbarians is to collude with the enemy and is to be executed by the whole family. How can the grass people have the courage?"

"Yes, I'm also very curious, why do you have the courage?"

Mo Zizai waved and said to Chen Ying: "Chen Ying, bring the things up."

"Yes, Prince."

Chen Ying replied, and soon a guard from the East Factory came over with a wooden box.

Mo Zizai took the wooden box, took out a book book from it, flipped through a few pages casually, shook his head and said, "It seems that I still underestimate you. What you sell is more than just food."

"Salt, spices, medicinal materials, basically, there is nothing you don't buy except iron tools. I really didn't expect that Boss Fan's path would be so wild."

When he saw this wooden box, Fan Yong's face turned pale. When Mo Zizai said this, he couldn't even stand steadily, but he still stammered and said, "The king... the prince is talking... what is it? Some of the grass-roots... some... listening... not understand."

"Don't you understand? Then take a look."

Mo Zizai threw the account book in his hand on Fan Yong's face and said in a cold tone: "Don't tell me, you can't understand the account book you wrote yourself!"

Although Yuzhishi has not supervised some ordinary merchants, he has never relaxed his surveillance of these big merchants. In addition, Mo Zizai now controls Meiwei.

Once the intelligence of the two parties is compared, they can immediately understand what more than a dozen major businessmen think they are hidden.

In addition, since Mo Zizai decided to take action, he did not hesitate at all. Basically, these merchants came to Mo Zizai's palace, and Mo Zizai sent people to search the house one by one.
Chapter completed!