The Richest Man Yang Fei

"Everyone knows that the transportation in ancient times was not convenient. It was not as developed as it is now. The existence of post stations is particularly important. Post stations were an important channel for the transmission of military intelligence in ancient times. They were also places for boarding and lodging and changing horses on the way to and from officials. In the early Ming Dynasty, officials were free of charge. There are strict regulations on the use of the post, and the government officials are very strict. Few officials dared to try the law, and the postmen’s life is still barely passable."

"But in the late Ming, when there were a lot of troubles, many officials and even their family members who were not eligible to enjoy the inn began to get involved in the inn. One is to use the free transportation of the inn to carry supplies to other businesses in addition to their own luggage. What has been achieved? To what extent? Historical records say that every time an official crosses the border, the sedan chair has one to twenty rides, and the sedan chair is carried by eight or ninety. The most use two or three hundred civilians, and the few use four or fifty horses."

Tie Lian said leisurely: "In ancient times, people would really enjoy it. One person would fly to the top, and hundreds of people would be needed to serve him."

Yang Fei did not answer, and continued: "Officials who don't like or don't know how to ride horses, most of them travel by sedan chair. Because they don't ride horses, they have to charge'horse dry silver' from the inn. What is horse dry silver? It means I didn't ride you. Your horse, you have to give me the money that you save. Occasionally, when officials ride horses, they have to charge horse-scared money from the station, which means that I rode your horse to make your horse useful , So you also have to give me filial piety."

Wei Xinyuan said, "Isn't that a idiot? Don't give them money? They are officials passing by, so what else?"

Yang Fei said faintly: "Once the station does not pay this bizarre fee, the officials will try their best to torture the horse, either cutting off the ears or tail, or even torturing the horse to death."

Everyone looked at each other, chilling at the darkness and distortion of human nature.

Zhao Wenbo asked: "Then who will pay for this expenditure? Is it the court?"

Yang Fei said: "The maintenance and operation of the post in the Ming Dynasty was borne by the households according to the amount of grain. The horses in the post were also provided by the surrounding farmers, and the people went to the post to serve the officials free of charge, which was originally a kind of corvee. , Contains unfair and unreasonable elements, but still has to suffer such torture and injury. Naturally, if you can hide, you can hide, and you can run away. Later, the station is ten people and nine horses and nine horses. Go down."

When the story is over, those who can understand will naturally think twice, and those who don’t understand will also think about the meaning of the story.

Yang Fei waited for everyone to digest for two minutes, and then slowly said, “I’ll make an analogy, Beautiful Daily Chemical, it’s this inn. Everyone or the staff of the inn, or the officials in the past, and some of the surrounding people. If everyone If everything is done in a step-by-step manner, then this station can provide benefits to everyone, allow officials to receive wages, allow officials to enjoy the convenience of exchanges, and allow civilians to easily complete their corvee. If the station continues to develop vigorously, the benefits will continue to grow. Well, there will be more and more horses, and more and more ingredients, and everyone will benefit."

When he said this, Tielian Ping Ping village officials also understood, and they nodded in agreement.

Yang Fei said, "The other way around? If everyone wants to get more benefits from the post, you will be greedy, and I will smoke a little too. After a while, the post will only be closed down, and the officials will no longer receive reception or enjoy the warmth. For food and lodging, the civilian husband must use other more harsh forms to complete the corvee. If the person in charge loses the post, he is also unemployed."

"Boss, we all understand what you said." Zhao Wenbo said, "When it comes to specific matters, is there anything to say?"

Yang Fei motioned to him to stay calm, and said: "French philosopher Voltaire said that no snowflake feels responsible during an avalanche. By the same token, everyone in it may become a crushing post. The last straw."

Wei Xinyuan took out his handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

In this cold day, although the meeting room was air-conditioned, it was not hot and sweaty. He was nervous, and he was also frightened by Yang Fei's words!

He has understood Yang Fei's fable!

Wei Xinyuan glanced at Tie Lianping, licked his chapped lips, and moaned for a while.

After Yang Fei finished speaking, he lifted the cup in front of him, lifted the lid, blew into the steaming water, and took a sip of tea.

He didn't speak, and it put more pressure on Wei Xinyuan and the others. The air seemed to freeze, making people breathless.

"Boss, I'm sorry!" Wei Xinyuan plucked up all his courage and said this sentence. At the same time, he changed his sitting posture uneasyly.

The corner of Yang Fei's mouth raised slightly: "Why do you want to say sorry?"

Wei Xinyuan hummed slightly and said, "I didn't report to the boss in time for the employee's theft, because what I thought at the time was that this is a trivial matter. You don't have to trouble the boss."

Yang Fei said: "People use thoughts only to cover up mistakes, and use words to cover up thoughts. So? What are you apologizing to me now?"

Wei Xinyuan couldn't sit still, with big beads of sweat on his forehead.

Others have also heard it. The boss is not telling stories, but the reality of Meili Daily Chemical Factory!

Tie Lianping said loudly: "Boss Yang, this matter has nothing to do with Mr. Wei. It is my idea. I let him suppress it and not report it to you."

Yang Fei's face sank and asked, "Tie Zhishu, so you want to send the post on the way of no return?"

Tie Lianping was stunned, his eyes widened, ah, ah twice, and said repeatedly: "I don't want to, I don't dare. I, I'm just, I'm just... I'm sorry."

Su Changqing said roundly, "Boss Yang, the matter has already happened and it has been dealt with, so don't pursue it anymore? It's not a big deal actually.

Yang Fei's sharp eyes ~www.NovelMTL.com~ stared at Su Changqing, and said: "Director Su is best at making muddy mud and being a peacemaker. Do you all think that Yang Fei is rich, and I am so. I am rich, and being stolen by someone can't damage my foundation. It's just a drop in the bucket. I made a fuss about this, right?"

Everyone was silent.

Yang Fei increased his tone: "I have money. I don’t deny it. I’m also very generous. Everyone has seen it. I can ask the whole village to eat meat for free. I can also give each of you a high salary! But, don’t forget. Now, that’s what I’m willing to give! It’s not who steals or snatches it! The nature of the two is different!"

Everyone's expressions were horrified.

Yang Fei said, "Tie Zhishu, Director Su, you have all experienced the era of big pot rice, is it good? Okay, of course it’s good, because everyone has food! But why is it not popular now? Because everyone is reaching out to eat. , But no one has created or worked!"

"Boss Yang, we were really wrong." Tie Lianping said with difficulty. "It is my fault. Among those people, one of them is my natal brother-in-law. I have selfish intentions."

He finally told the truth! ()