The Great Han Dynasty: From Feng Lang Juxu to the Eternal Emperor

Chapter 552 Pig Iron Development

Lang Qiongzhao was a businessman. When the relationship between South Vietnam and the Han Dynasty was at loggerheads, he secretly engaged in smuggling business in the north.

Although I don’t make much, I make a lot of money.

He is very greedy for money. South Vietnam is too poor and boring, and he is too lazy to make money in South Vietnam.

But he had to make money today. Everyone in the Northeast City was very rich. If he missed this village, he would not have this shop.

Sang Hongyang was silent for a while, then sat down again, and then Lang Qiongzhao said: "That's right, it's business, just come and go, I can ask for a high price, and you can pay back on the spot, it's not a big deal. "

Sang Hongyang said: "Chief Langqiongzhao, please negotiate the price carefully. I am pressed for time. If your mountain is not for sale, I will look for another mountain."

Lang Qiongzhao said hehey: "For sale, you might as well tell me how much you are willing to pay for it."

Sang Hongyang said: "Eight thousand taels of silver, I've made an estimate for you. The resources of this mountain are not rich, and there are not many trees on the mountain. We can't cut down many trees."

"It's impossible to plant it."

Lang Qiongzhao said suspiciously: "If that's the case, why do you still buy it?"

Sang Hongyang said: "Our master believes in Feng Shui. Do you South Vietnamese people have the term Feng Shui?"

Of course not.

South Vietnam has only been developing for a long time. Who knows what Feng Shui is? So he smiled and said: "Okay, okay, I see, this is a good hobby, Feng Shui... I have heard of it, yes, once you choose Feng Shui, it will be better in the future." It’s going to be a good time.”

"To be honest, the feng shui of my mountain is indeed excellent, but eight thousand taels of silver is too little, and I will definitely not sell it."

"You can add more."

Sang Hongyang thought for a moment and said, "Ten thousand taels of silver."

Lang Qiongzhao smiled and said, "It's too little."

Sang Hongyang sighed, stood up and said, "I really don't have time to waste time with you here. This is the last price I can offer. If you want to say anything more, I'm sorry."

Ten thousand taels of silver is quite a lot. Although he wants more, seeing Sang Hongyang's behavior, I'm afraid he won't add more.

So he said heroically: "Come here! Quickly! Go and draw up a contract!"

Having dealt with Han people for a long time, he has become perfect at these things.

Sang Hongyang was also very satisfied and said: "Here, come and get the money."

After the contract was signed and the money was paid, the mountain became Sang Hongyang's possession.

After Sang Hongyang returned, he immediately began to order people to mine the mountain.

Pieces of iron ore are constantly being dug from the mountains and then transported back to the northeastern city.

Sang Hongyang not only used the army, but even began to hire migrant workers. The mountain was so big that it stored a large amount of iron ore, which was inexhaustible.

Lu Chongguo also began to intensively build workshops in Northeast City to smelt the pig iron, and then continuously transported and exported it to the Han people.

In the Langqiong tribe, Lang Qiongzhao got 10,000 taels of silver in the past few days, and he was as excited as anything.

At this time, a banquet was being held, boasting that the Han people in Northeast City were not that smart. They were just like fools and bought a mountain with 10,000 taels of silver. They hoped that people from other tribes would also try their luck, and maybe they could also buy their own mountains. The hilltop was sold.

The remaining tribal leaders looked at Lang Qiongzhao with strange eyes and asked: "Which mountain?"

Lang Qiongzhao: "Which one else could it be? It's that barren place. Oh, I'll show you. You should have seen it too."

"I am telling you all this just to tell you that the Han people in Northeast City are actually very easy to fool. This mountain is worthless to us. They can actually spend 10,000 taels of silver to buy it. They are simply fools." Bian As they spoke, they rode their horses and quickly arrived in front of the iron mountain.

Suddenly seeing so many people on the mountain, Lang Qiongzhao couldn't help but feel a little strange, and murmured: "Why are there so many people? What are they doing?"

The leaders of the other tribes looked at Langqiong Zhao like a fool, and finally someone asked: "Chief Langqiong, is this the mountain you are talking about?"

"Yeah, what?"

amount.

You sold such a golden mountain for 10,000 taels of silver, and then you still called him a fool?
How mentally retarded must one be to say such a thing!

Several tribesmen looked sympathetic, as if they were looking at fools.

Sang Hongyang was standing at the foot of the mountain, directing an ox cart to pull iron ore, when he saw a familiar figure in the distance.

Lang Qiongzhao also saw Sang Hongyang, an old acquaintance of him. He rode over and said with a smile: "Brother Sang, what are you doing?"

Sang Hongyang smiled and said: "We are mining iron ore."

amount.

Lang Qiongzhao's expression was somewhat frozen, and he asked blankly: "What kind of iron ore?"

Sang Hongyang said: "There is a huge iron mine below this mountain. Shouldn't I be looking for someone to develop it?"

what?
Is there an iron mine under this mountain? I do not know how?
This, isn't this my mountain?
Lang Qiongzhao's expression was somewhat frozen. He looked at Sang Hongyang blankly, then mechanically turned his head and looked at several tribal leaders who were good brothers.

I found that their eyes seemed to be filled with intense sympathy.

You sold such a money tree to someone else for 10,000 taels, and you actually called them a fool. Don’t you know who the fool is?

pain!
Suffocating pain!

Lang Qiongzhao was silent for a while, then asked Sang Hongyang tentatively: "Is this mountain... mine?"

Sang Hongyang nodded, then shook his head and said, "To be precise, it should be mine now. What's wrong?"

What the hell!

Langqiong's edict was numb, his face twitched fiercely, and he asked: "Can I...can I not sell it? Yes, I won't sell it. I don't really want to sell it. Can you think of it?"

Sang Hongyang shook his head and said: "It's absolutely impossible. We have signed a contract and I paid you 10,000 taels of silver. This mountain is no longer yours, is it?"

what! ! !
How could you, a cunning and treacherous Han, insult me ​​like this?
How could you say such heartless words?

We are all good brothers. I treat you as a brother, but you treat me as a fool?
Isn't that immoral?

What about your Han people’s etiquette, justice and integrity? How can anyone do business like this?

Lang Qiongzhao asked naively: "You, you didn't know that this is an iron mountain a long time ago, right?"

Sang Hongyang shook his head and said, "Of course I don't know."

Even a fool can see it. They have known it for a long time, but how can they say that if they say it, wouldn't it be suspected of fraud?

Lang Qiongzhao covered his heart. He didn't know how much money he had lost. Even if these iron ores were not smuggled and sold in South Vietnam, their value would be far more than ten thousand taels of silver...a lot!
But he was sold at such a low price. At this moment, he felt that his heart was hit hard. He was a little dizzy, his vision went dark, and he fell down.

(End of this chapter)