The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 95
end of August.

"Patriarch, the dealers from various cities have already arrived. Do you want to go out to meet them?"

inside the room.

Zhang Heng was meditating when Zhang Zhentian stood aside and asked cautiously.

"The girl I asked you to arrange, have you arranged it?"

"arranged."

"The cheongsam, the stockings, have you posted it?"

"Send it off."

Zhang Heng nodded silently and said, "You can put those girls on and take them out for a spin."

after an hour.

Zhang Zhentian came back with a face full of excitement: "Patriarch, the stockings are on fire. Those people have straightened their eyes and are now clamoring for a bid."

"Ah."

Zhang Heng had long expected the popularity of stockings.

This thing is just in need. There are no stockings, and those who fight against Japan cannot.

It's normal to be hot, but it's blind when it's not hot.

"It's been more than half a month, and there is no news from the uncle Xingxing, and I don't know how to find it."

Compared with the hot sales of stockings, Zhang Heng is more concerned about finding the teleportation array.

But he also knows that the teleportation array is not easy to find, otherwise Qin Shihuang would have found them back then, and it would be their turn to get them.

"Patriarch, rejoice, rejoice!"

noon.

After the bidding of dealers in various cities was over, Zhang Zhentian came to report the results in a hurry: "42, we sold 42 Dayang just for the agency rights in various cities, and this is not counted as the payment for the order."

Zhang Heng was not surprised by this number.

This is the first time, the next time, the agency rights of hundreds of provinces and cities, and he will not be surnamed Zhang until he sells 200 million.

"Estimate how much is the payment?"

Zhang Heng asked.

"There should be a million oceans."

Zhang Zhentian added: "I've already taken them to see the production workshop. Thousands of people work on the assembly line, and their jaws almost dropped in shock. In addition to your silk stockings display, and the identity endorsement of the Hainan Governor, I can guarantee that an order of 100 million is the least, and there is never a shortage of gamblers among merchants."

"100 million!"

Zhang Heng muttered about this number.

During the period of the Republic of China, labor was cheap, especially for his stockings production line, a large number of female workers with lower wages were used, and the production cost was very low.

For this 100 million order, he has at least 90 profits. After all, he does not have to pay taxes.

"If you have the intention to buy, you can sign the contract. We will pay first and then deliver. We will need all of them."

Zhang Heng gave instructions directly.

in the afternoon.

Except for some people who were still hesitant to sign the contract, more than 300 business representatives from various cities present had already pulled out their pockets.

Because it is the first time to buy, everyone is a little guilty.

Generally, it is three or five thousand oceans, or one or two thousand dollars. I plan to buy some and go back to test the water.

Even so, when statistics were made in the evening, the amount of orders signed this afternoon far exceeded Zhang Zhentian's expectations. It was not the expected 100 million, but 180 million.

"One piece of stockings costs two yuan, and today we sold 90 pieces?"

Zhang Zhentian sucked in a breath of cold air: "It's said that we are poor. There are [-] million people, but it's just empty air, but I think there are a lot of rich people!"

Zhang Heng didn't care: "The poor are poor people, and the landlord is not poor."

"Who do you sell our things to? Those concubines of the landlords, as well as the big girls, little daughters-in-law, second- and third-bedroom concubines in the city."

"Let's sell it for two dollars, and these merchants can sell it for three dollars and four dollars."

"For those who can buy silk stockings, she wants three yuan, and she is not ambiguous for four yuan. It's definitely not less than one or two yuan."

"Poor, hehe, she's not our customer."

Zhang Heng said this, and then ordered: "For the 180 million account, you keep 30 in the account, and then change 50 into gold, and put it in the cellar of my house."

"The remaining 100 million will be divided into two parts, one hundred thousand will be sent to Long Nanguang, and he will take the money to find Prince Wuyi, so that the Southern Railway Department can repair the railway to Kangcheng, Goose City, Yangjiang, and Rongnan. The remaining 90 yuan will be reserved for railway repairs.”

Railways must be repaired.

If the railway is not built, it will be difficult for business to move, and his factory in Yangjiang will also be restricted.

With railways it is different.

Taking Dagou Town, Yangjiang County as an example, it only takes one hour for him to travel to and from Goose City, Cannes City, and Rongcheng counties from here. Whether he travels by himself or uses it to transport troops, he can save a lot of unnecessary time.

"Yes, patriarch."

Zhang Zhentian went away happily.

Looking at the back of him leaving, Zhang Heng thought to himself: "This is where I am going. If I guard this stocking factory, if I don't have a net profit of 500 million yuan a month, my business will be in vain."

500 million oceans, or 200 million US dollars.

Take the USS Hornet aircraft carrier as an example. The price of a single ship is 3180 million US dollars, which is not counting the cruisers, escorts, submarines, and supply ships required to form an aircraft carrier attack group.

Basically, the construction cost of a complete U.S. aircraft carrier battle group will be at least 1-2 billion US dollars.

Putting it on Zhang Heng's side, even after he opens the overseas market, the net profit for a year is estimated to be between 5000 million and 6000 million US dollars, which is like half an aircraft carrier battle group.

So after the stockings factory, he had to get some other industries out, and then start the arsenal.

Otherwise, there is little hope of fighting 'Little Day' at sea within five years.

As for what industry to pursue, he has already thought about it.

The next step is to dig iron ore in Hainan, set up a steel plant, and connect with the arsenal by the way.

At that time, there is a shortage of talents to dig talents, and lack of skills to buy skills. The railway tracks are laid directly at the door of the house, and various commodities and arms are sold to the north.

In such three or five years, I will definitely be able to fight with 'Little Days. '

When the time comes, its fleet will be paralyzed, and an island country will be nothing without a navy.

In the end, he took his relatives, friends, and generals to fly up together with Mao Shan, scare the grand marshal paralyzed on the marshal's chair.

"Brother."

was thinking.

Zhang Daring's voice came from outside the door: "Master asked me to ask you if you would like to go to the Chaodu Dharma with him at night."

"Extraordinary law meeting?"

Zhang Heng called Zhang Dadan in, his face full of doubts: "Who has a good thing coming, and want to make such a big scene of the Superdharma meeting?"

"Senior brother, have you forgotten what day is today?"

Zhang Bold looked at him without saying a word.

"day?"

Zhang Heng muttered, "August 8, what's wrong?"

Zhang Bingdan scratched his head and smiled and said, "Senior brother, you are so used to the lunar calendar that you forgot that today is the seventh month and a half of the lunar calendar, the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"It's Chinese New Year's Day!"

Zhang Heng suddenly said, "I've been so busy these days that I forgot the time."

After speaking, Zhang Heng said to Zhang Bold again: "You haven't had dinner yet. I'll ask the chef to cook a few dishes in a while. Let's go to the Taoist temple to eat, and then go to save those souls when we're full."

"Senior brother, this is a good idea."

Zhang Daring agreed with both hands. After speaking, he seemed to think of something again and muttered, "Senior brother, have you heard of that incident?"

"what's up?"

As Zhang Heng asked, he ordered people to prepare meals.

After waiting for the others to leave, Zhang Daring leaned forward and whispered: "Let's invite the master of the temple. It seems that the deadline is coming. I muttered about this last night when I saw the master offering incense to the master."

"What did you hear?"

Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I just listened to a general idea, saying that Uncle Qian is a senior brother and won't fight with senior brother."

Zhang Bold carefully observed Zhang Heng's reaction, and whispered: "Brother, what do you mean by Master, he doesn't want to be the master of the temple, does he want to give it to Master?"

Zhang Heng glanced at him and said nothing.

After a while, the kitchen cooked the dishes and served them up. Zhang Heng glanced at the food box on the table, and instructed: "You go back with the food first. I suddenly thought that there was still something to do at night. not going."

"Yes, brother."

Zhang Bold turned his head three times and walked away.

After he left, Zhang Heng took a sip from the teacup on the table and sighed: "Master, Master, I wouldn't say anything on weekdays, but now there are big plans in sight, and I can't refuse the position of Palace Master!"

Please ask the master of the temple, Zhang Heng has never seen it.

I only know that this is Master's uncle, one of Maoshan's elders, who is very old and very old.

However, cultivators will have a sense of their own life and death.

It was not long before Xu Zhencai received the news, indicating that the old palace master had at least a half-year longevity, so he wouldn't go away with a crane immediately.

"Half a load!"

Zhang Heng thought about this time and said, "Come on, prepare a car to go to Goose City."

two hours later.

It's seven o'clock in the evening.

Zhang Heng entered the city gate of Goose City by car, and went straight to the Taoist temple newly built by Zhenren Qian.

"Stylish, this is a small manor!"

Zhang Heng looked at the magnificent Taoist temple he built in front of him, and thought to himself, "Senior Qian has saved all his life, so I'm afraid he's going into it?"

Before he came, Zhang Heng was not sure yet.

But after seeing this half-daoist temple, half-manor leisure holy place, Zhang Heng was already fully grasped.

"Hey, Junior Brother!"

When Zhang Heng walked in, Qian Shui happened to come out: "Junior brother, why are you here, and you didn't tell me!"

"What about Master?"

Zhang Heng asked and looked at Qian Shui up and down: "I haven't seen each other for more than half a year, and I have grown a lot!"

"hey-hey."

Qian Shui couldn't be too happy, and replied, "My master is in the Taoist temple. He knows that you must be very happy to come."

Zhang Heng smiled and didn't answer this, but asked something else: "Today's Mid-Yuan Festival, Shibo didn't go to do things for the ghosts and ghosts?"

"I burned some paper in the afternoon, and I thought a little bit."

Qian Shui didn't treat Zhang Heng as an outsider, and whispered: "In order to build this Taoist temple, the master smashed all the coffins into it, and there is no business recently, but he is often angry with me."

Zhang Heng knew it in his heart, and the smile on his face was even stronger: "I have something to tell my uncle, which is not suitable for you to listen to. You go outside and come back later."

Zhang Heng directly took Qian Shui away.

After Qian Shui left, Zhang Heng pushed open the door and entered the Taoist temple, and at a glance he saw Qian Zhen who was dozing off.

"Master!"

As soon as Zhang Heng opened his mouth, Qian Zhenzhen was awakened.

Qian Zhenren was about to scold when he turned around and saw that it was Zhang Heng, the sweet words in his mouth were taken back, and he asked cheerfully, "It's Ah Heng, why are you here?"

Zhang Heng stood up and saluted: "Master, I'm here to congratulate you."

"Dao Xi?"

Qian Zhenzhen was a little puzzled and asked, "What's the joy?"

"Congratulations to my uncle, my uncle and his old age are coming soon. You and my master are the only two heirs. Now, my master has decided not to fight with you. You are a senior brother, and you should be the master of this hall. How can there be a junior brother? As for the reason of arguing with senior brother, it is already a sure thing that you become the master of the temple, isn’t it worthy of my congratulations to you?”

Having said that, Zhang Heng saluted Qian Zhenren again.

When Qian Zhenren heard this, he was overjoyed.

In the end, before he could speak, Zhang Heng sighed again: "What a pity, what a pity."

"What a pity?"

Qian Zhenzhen was happy when he was choked by Zhang Heng's flip.

"It's a pity that this manor is such a good place. I didn't bother to look at it. If the uncle is here, this place is probably going to be abandoned."

Zhang Heng spun around the house: "Okay, really good, these woods should be centuries-old woods in the Lingui Mountains. It looks vigorous and doesn't look like ordinary materials."

Upon hearing this.

Qian Zhenzhen had a distressed look on his face. He finally bought this family business. At this time, how could he be willing to leave.

"Ugh!"

Zhang Heng sighed again: "My nephew, I just captured Hainan. The people there believe in witchcraft, and there is a lack of a true cultivator to guide me."

"Originally, I wanted to appoint you as the special commissioner of the South China Sea, as well as the third-grade blessing master, responsible for all sacrifices and blessing activities in the South China Sea."

"When the time comes, the high officials will be rich, and even if you enjoy the glory, someone will lead the horse when you go out, and someone will fall on the pedal when you enter.

"But it's okay, the mountains and flowing waters are the pursuit of my cultivator, and a little wealth in the world is just a floating cloud."

"By the way, uncle, I heard that Maoshan Mountain is high and dangerous, and there are many miasmas on it."

"My nephew, I bought a few quilts by the way, but they are all good cotton. You can take them with you when you leave. It's cold at night on the mountain, and the humidity is heavy, so cover a few more layers of quilts so that you won't suffer."

Speaking of which.

Zhang Heng slapped his head: "I almost forgot, Master, when you go back this time, you will need to buy some snacks, rattles, feathers, etc. along the way."

"The three elders have already decided that three hundred more disciples will be accepted on Maoshan Mountain, and the elders on the mountain and the hall masters will be responsible for teaching them to replenish fresh blood."

"You bring some children's toys up the mountain, those children will definitely like you, and if they are pleasing to the eye, they will accept ten or eight, and it will also save the loneliness of the ancient statue of green lanterns on the mountain."

Listen to each sentence.

Qian Zhenzhen's complexion became more and more desolate, and in the end it turned directly purple.

He likes to drink and eat meat, make more money, and yearn for the life of those dignitaries.

If I go back to the mountain and become the godless master of the temple, and guard the scriptures and a group of children all day, will I be able to live in the future?

"Nephew, do you really plan to appoint me to be the third-grade blessing master to be in charge of all sacrificial activities in the South China Sea?"

Qian Zhenzhen was a little unconvinced.

"This can still be fake. There are many people in the Miao and Li ethnic groups over there who believe in witchcraft."

"If you can make these millions of people believe in my Maoshan Dao, that's a lot of merit."

When Zhang Heng said this, he sighed again: "Unfortunately, Shishu, you are going to return to Maoshan soon. When I look back, I should ask Shishu Lin Jiu. He is now the special commissioner of Rongcheng. If he can't, I will trouble him and let him Able people should do more work."

"How about that!"

When Qian Zhenzhen heard this, he became anxious: "Hainan has a population of one million, and it has a thousand miles under its control. Lin Jiu has no hair on his mouth, and he does not do things well. He doesn't look like your uncle and me. Looking at my beard, I look like a person who does things. "

As soon as Zhang Heng heard it, he shook his head again and again: "No, no, Master, you are going back to Maoshan soon, how can I trouble you?"

"Who said I was going back to Maoshan?"

Qian Zhenren stepped forward in two steps and grabbed Zhang Heng's hand: "Your uncle, I am not afraid of hardship or tiredness. Please let me carry the heavy burden of Hainan."

(End of this chapter)