Qin'er and Ren Yu'er went back first, and Yang, the Beijing branch secretary of "Risenchang" and Mao, the Beijing branch secretary of "Wei Taihou" followed Enjun to climb up the city tower.

Yang Gongsheng and Mao Xiancheng, as shopkeepers of the two major bills in Beijing who operate bank transfers, letters, and agency donations, donations, taxes, military pay, and joint payments, usually deal with high-ranking officials. However, most of the real dealings are the clerks, friends, and senior officials, or even chief officials, not to mention the "little military action".

Thinking of the relationship between "Risenchang" and the "Little Military Machine" who was in front of him, Yang Gongsheng was not very nervous and respectfully presented the famous post: "Risenchang Yang Gongsheng greeted Mr. Han."

"Wu Tae-ho, Mao Xiansung pays homage to Mr. Han, Mr. Han is auspicious!"

"Two people are exempted from gifts."

Han Xiufeng took the famous post with similar resumes, opened it and found that they were indeed from Pingyao, Shanxi. At the same time, they were also very clear that their relationship was not only not as harmonious as they seemed on the surface, but also very nervous, and even could be called mortal enemies.

Because "Wei Taihou" saw that the exchange transactions of "Ri Shengchang" were prosperous, they followed suit and started the exchange transactions.

It is said that at the beginning, even the shopkeeper Mao Honghui dug out from "Risenchang". In order to thank the treasurer for his appreciation, Mao was determined to fight with his old boss "Risenchang" and was determined to operate, making the ticket business flourish. Later, he issued a large sum of money to pull over several accountants who were most familiar with the business of "Risenchang".

But at that time, the fame of "Rising Chang" had already been expelled. It was difficult for "Wei Taihou" to come from behind, so it was joined by "Wei Fenghou", "Wei Shengchang", "Tian Chengheng" and "Xin Taihou" to work together, and thus became the current five-collection number of "Wei" characters!

Han Xiufeng didn't care about the competition and even the grudges between the two families. He put down his famous post and said, "I asked the two to come here for some inquiries, and I would like to ask you for advice."

"Mr. Han is so serious. Mr. Han wants to know what he wants to ask." Yang Gongsheng said hurriedly.

Mao Xiancheng realized that his mortal enemy should recognize the young "little military aircraft" in front of him, and hurriedly said: "I beg Mr. Han to ask questions, Xiancheng will definitely tell you everything!"

"Thank you." Han Xiufeng bowed his hand, then turned around and looked out of the city, and asked with his back to the two of them: "I want to ask if your number has a semicolon in Guangzhou, Fuzhou, Xiamen, Ningbo and Shanghai?"

"Reported to Mr. Han, the small trumpet has a semicolon in Guangzhou, Fuzhou and Shanghai, and Xiamen and Ningbo have not yet been established."

"When I say to Mr. Han, the vulgarity has semicolons in these places." After Mao Xiancheng finished speaking, he couldn't help but look back at Yang Gongsheng. He just said that although you are famous on his face, the semicolons set up in various places are still not as many as the five-colon numbers of "Wei".

Han Xiufeng did not see this little move, but then asked: "If I had a letter sent from Guangzhou, how long would it take to be delivered to the capital?"

Yang Gongsheng didn't expect Han Xiufeng to ask this, and he was stunned for a moment and replied: "Two months."

"Shopkeeper Mao, where are you Wei Taihou?"

"Reply to Mr. Han, if you are in a hurry, you can send a vulgar voice to the capital within one and a half months."

It took so long, Han Xiufeng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

However, the Ministry of War’s post has become slower and slower. It is said that as early as the Shunzhi Dynasty and the Kangxi Dynasty, it was really fast to speed up 600 miles. It only takes ten days for a memorial to be sent from Guangzhou to Beijing. When it comes to the Daoguang Dynasty, it takes about thirty-two days for a memorial to be delivered from Guangzhou to Beijing. Now, it takes about fifty-five days for the official documents from Guangzhou to Beijing. If it is issued from Kunming, it will take even longer on the road, and it is said that it will take as long as four months.

Han Xiufeng pondered for a moment and suddenly turned around: "I said it was urgent, the kind that was urgent!"

It was not difficult for Yang Gongsheng to be quick, but he did not dare to say anything, because if the court knew that their tickets were faster than those of the Ministry of War, then the tickets would not be able to do exchanges, donations, and taxes and silver in the future. He would just bow his head and dare not speak.

Mao Xiancheng also didn't want to cause trouble. Just as he didn't know how to reply, Eun-jun shouted: "Mr. Han asked you, why don't you reply quickly!"

Yang Gongsheng was startled and hurriedly said with a bitter face: "Mr. Han, you have been dealing with the small trumpet for three or five years, and you have also sent your family to the small trumpet to send letters..."

"That's a family letter. It's not a big deal to get faster or slower. Now I'm talking about the official document that is urgent."

"The same is true for official documents. It's really not fast. After all, the letter was just sent by the way."

"Shopkeeper Mao, where are you Wei Taihou?"

"Report to Mr. Han, the vulgarity is almost the same. No matter how fast it is, it's really impossible to be faster."

Han Xiufeng realized what they were worried about and couldn't help but smile: "The two must have misunderstood me. I did not mean to ask the two to help me pass the official documents that should have been sent by the Ministry of War. I just wanted to ask the two to help me pass on some very important documents that the emperor was also very concerned about. And we only know about this matter, and we will not spread the word outside and will not talk to others."

Hearing the words "The Emperor is also very concerned", he looked at Enjun, the guard of Qianqing Gate standing beside him. Yang Gongsheng did not dare to look at him anymore, and weighed him a little, and said carefully: "One month, Mr. Han, how about a month?"

“Too slow!”

"Master Han, you are stumping the little one now. The guy with the small trumpet is not the Shenxing Taibao. It is not easy to be able to deliver it within one month. It is faster than the 600-mile rush of the Ministry of War!"

"Yes, Mr. Han, it's the fastest to be able to deliver it in one month." Mao Xiancheng echoed with a frown.

"I will not ask you to help you in vain. Otherwise, I will deposit 10,000 taels each to the expensive account. What is the interest you two do? Then, each of the urgent documents sent from Guangzhou to Beijing or Beijing to Guangzhou will be given 10 taels per copy, each of which is sent from Fuzhou, Xiamen to Beijing or from Beijing to Fuzhou, each of which is sent from Xiamen will be given 15 taels per copy, each of which is sent from Ningbo, Shanghai to Beijing or Beijing to Ningbo, each of which is sent from Shanghai will be given 10 taels per copy."

"Master Han, this is not a matter of money or not, it's impossible to be quicker!"

"Don't be anxious, listen to me." Han Xiufeng looked up at the gray sky and said lightly: "As far as I know, almost all major banknotes in the capital have tamed pigeons to convey the news of the transaction of silver and money. I think that since the transaction of silver and money can be conveyed with the market of running pigeons, it can also be used to convey the urgent military information of hundreds of thousands."

"Mr. Han doesn't know that the small trumpet has tamed a few carrier pigeons, but it cannot fly far and cannot pass on official documents. Think about it, the daily exchange of silver and money is only a few words, how many words are there in official documents, and how heavy is a memorial? If you really tie the pigeon's legs, the pigeons can't fly!"

"Master Han, the pigeon is just a flying beast after all. It's a few small trumpets used to pass on the exchange of money. Even if you lose it, it's okay. But if you lose your official documents, Mr. Han, it will be a big deal!"

"Yes, Mr. Han, this matter is quite a bit serious. I am so sorry that I dare not accept it."

Han Xiufeng knew very well that they were both afraid of trouble and responsibility. He smiled and said in an unquestionable tone: "If you don't fly far, let the semicolons along the way be tamed, and pass them one by one station like the postal of the Ministry of War. If you are worried about flying, let a few more one fly, and there will always be one who can only find a home. As for the number and weight of the official document, you can be as concise as possible when writing, and then write the words smaller, just like snuff bottles. In short, the methods are more difficult. If you are willing to help the emperor, I will think that it should not be difficult to pass the news from Guangzhou to the capital within ten days."

If he was willing to help the emperor... Yang Gongsheng was miserable and wondered who would dare not?

Mao Xiancheng also realized that this matter could not be shirked, but thought that if he failed, even if he passed the ninety-nine official documents within the deadline, he would have to bear the huge relationship. He couldn't help but weaken his legs and kneel down on the ground with a thud: "Please let Mr. Han go and let go of the small trumpet. Small trumpets are open to business, and I really can't afford such a big relationship!"

"Shopkeeper Mao, what are you doing? Eun-jun, why don't you help Storekeeper Mao up quickly?"

"Yeah!"

Seeing the two of them want to speak but stop, as if they were losing their parents, Han Xiufeng said slowly: "Since you are asking for help from me, there is no question of whether to take responsibility or not. If you are really worried, I can send someone to your account to handle this matter specifically. Besides, I know that the two may not be able to make the decision in such a big deal. After all, this involves so many semicolons, so I beg you to report to the general account immediately after going back, and I will let you know the letter from me and others."

"Master Han, I dare to ask if the general account finds this difficult..."

"It's difficult... it's difficult to deal with someone, then someone will be punished!" Han Xiufeng took out a few silver notes from his sleeve and stared at the two of them meaningfully, "Your two bosses are amazing. The bills issued are better than those of the imperial court and the paper notes issued. I really want to ask the emperor to hand over the affairs of the Ministry of Revenue to their bosses for handling."

"Master Han, you are trying to inflict a crime!"

"What are you saying?" Enjun had long seen that these merchants who were rich and wealthy were disliked, and he did not want the emperor to mess up the errands because they did not help. He immediately looked up: "Listen carefully to me, don't toast or eat and drink! If you dare to refuse, even if Mr. Han doesn't ask the emperor to deal with you, I, Enjun, will ask the emperor to give you some color!"

"Master Enjun calms down, Master Han calms down, how dare you be shameless..."
Chapter completed!