Fengxian Jiangshan

() The teahouse is indeed a stage. The three of Zhang Tinglan and the others just sat down and saw such a play. He planned the North Market and established four more factories. He knew how difficult it was.

If it wasn't for a big tree like Zhang Zuolin with his back, and if it wasn't for the timing of the First World War, even a traveler would not be able to call the wind and rain. This middle-aged man can rely on his own efforts to build a factory. A talent can even be regarded as an entrepreneur.

This kind of person is especially valuable in this era. Fengtian Industry, which has just started, is in urgent need of such talents, and Zhang Tinglan even has a heart for talents.

At this time, the two tolerances had already pulled out their chains and wanted to tie the middle-aged man away. The shopkeeper of the teahouse tried hard to persuade: "You two tolerances, he is a drunkard, talking nonsense, you must not be as knowledgeable as him, you just Give me a face and spare Song Sanye!"

"Forgive him? Who gave us the allowance? Let me tell you, Shangfeng has an order to strictly investigate all rebels who oppose the president. Anyone who dares to intercede with the rebellion will be treated as an accomplice!"

The leading tolerance stared at the middle-aged man surnamed Song with a sneer. He looked like a villain, and said, "Master, in the past, you were rich and powerful, and you looked down on us. I didn't expect that now You will fall into the hands of our buddies, this is called the cycle of retribution, follow me obediently!"

"Let's go, I want to see if there is any reason in this world, and if there is a way for good people to survive!"

The two errands were pushing and hugging and were about to take people out of the teahouse. At this time, Zhang Tinglan walked over quickly and stopped them.The leader Tolerance was taken aback when he saw a well-dressed and handsome young man stop him.

"Boy, we are on business, you hurry up and get out of the way."

"You don't seem to be doing business, but you are trying to fool business!"

"Hmph, boy, you didn't hear this guy insulting the President. Isn't it official business for us to arrest him? If you dare to stop him, we will also arrest you."

Zhang Tinglan sneered slightly and said: "It's true that he scolded, but can a drunkard take what he says seriously? If you really want to do things for the president, you go to Peking University and the concession. How many professors and scholars there are there? They not only scold the president The president has even been written into articles, which are all in the newspapers, are they harmful, do you dare to arrest them?"

Zhang Tinglan questioned the two tolerances repeatedly, and the tea drinkers also started to boo. Cursing old Yuan, almost digging up Yuan Shikai's ancestral grave.

But in the face of these literati, let alone a small tolerance, even Yuan Shikai couldn't help it. They had a very high reputation, and most of these people lived in the concession.The so-called concession is a country within a country, which uses the laws of the great powers and is managed by the great powers. Mr. Yuan will not rush to the concession to arrest people just because of a few articles, so these scholars live in a very chic and comfortable way.

The ability of these two tolerances can only bully ordinary people who have no power and power, how dare they provoke those literati, typical bullying and fearing hard, so they are speechless when faced with Zhang Tinglan's questioning.

He could only widen his eyes and said loudly: "Boy, your accent sounds like you are from outside the customs. This is Sijiu City, not a place for you to act chivalrously. As long as you dare to stop me, I will not be polite. "

"Little brother, leave me alone. If they are reasonable, they will be sorry for the gray coats they are wearing. These are unpopular things. Reasoning with them is like playing the piano with a cow!"

"Your surname is Song, you dare to scold me, see if I won't beat you!" The two tolerances were about to hit them, when Zhang Tinglan took out a small green book and threw it in their faces.

"Open your dog eyes and see, do you still want to catch me?"

When these two guys saw Zhang Tinglan's aggressiveness, they felt a burst of fear, and they might have offended someone they couldn't offend.They hurriedly picked up the small book, and the big bright red seal on it looked like a bloody bayonet, which made the two guys shudder.

Zhang Tinglan accompanied Lao Zhang to Beijing, so he naturally needed to have a public identity. He is now Zhang Zuolin's confidential secretary. Although his official position is not considered high, he also said that he is Zhang Zuolin's closest and most trusted person.

These two officials have no different abilities, and they are very clear about various official positions. Seeing that the young man in front of him turned out to be a close person of a dignified teacher, he was immediately at a loss.Since the establishment of the Republic of China, there are only dozens of division commanders, each of whom is a powerful party with great power. Although the tolerance is very arrogant, the most feared are soldiers. , there is no reason to go.

The two boys were trembling, their legs were only weak.

Zhang Tinglan snorted with her nose: "Since you know my identity, you still don't want to get out. Do you want to talk about the law and order in Beijing when our teacher meets with the president?"

As soon as the two boys heard this, they felt as if they were being pardoned, and immediately ran out of the teahouse, like dogs that lost their homes, completely without their usual prestige, and their embarrassment made many tea guests laugh.

After all this, the middle-aged man surnamed Song had passed away a lot, and he gave Zhang Tinglan a deep salute: "Thank you my friend for saving me, I am very grateful!"

"Needless to say thank you, let's find a private room, I want to know what's going on in your factory!"

The shopkeeper of the teahouse hurriedly took Zhang Tinglan and others to the private room. After they all sat down, the young man brought another bowl of hangover soup.

"Several young masters, Mr. Song is my regular customer. He is upright and a good man. But good people are not rewarded these days. If it weren't for your help, Mr. Song would have been taken to prison. Nothing else , the tea money is mine."

While speaking, the middle-aged man finished drinking the hangover soup, and his expression recovered a lot. The shopkeeper also knew that they wanted to talk about business, so he turned and left.

"This young master, my name is Song Zhongyi, has been doing business in Beijing for generations. More than ten years ago, foreign devils from eight countries entered Beijing, burned, killed and looted, and a piece of my family's property was burned. At that time, I was thinking, how can foreigners ride horses? Shit and piss on our necks, and then I figured it out, they have industries and can make guns, we are no match for them. I sold all my family property and started a textile factory, thinking about saving the country by industry!"

"Well, sir, you're right. Can you tell me why the factory can't continue to operate? Now Europe is at war, and the amount of supplies needed is astonishing. It stands to reason that most factories can make a profit. What is your problem?"

"In the past two years, my factory has indeed made a lot of profits, but I thought about expanding the scale, pooling all the profits together, and using the factory as a mortgage, borrowing a sum of money, and ordering a batch of machines from foreigners. Just half a month ago, these machines were also shipped to Tianjin!"

"Mr. is very courageous. Isn't this going well?"

Song Zhongyi smiled wryly, and said: "The problem is at this moment. I deposited all the money in the Bank of Communications. I originally waited for the machine to arrive and then paid the money to the foreigners. As a result, the currency of the Bank of Communications plummeted, and the foreigners refused to use the Bank of Communications. Not only can I not buy the machine, but I can’t even get the loan. The bank wants to confiscate my factory. At this time, Zheng Fu found me again and wanted to donate funds to the president. If I don’t pay, they will copy my Home, this does not make me desperate!"

Speaking of this, Song Zhongyi's eyes turned red, and his grief and anger reached the extreme.There was nothing wrong with Song Zhongyi's management. He was completely cheated by the traffic company. This matter has something to do with Yuan Shikai's proclaiming emperor.

Wanting to be an emperor would cost a huge amount of money. Without money, nothing can be done. An important helper under Lao Yuan, Liang Shiyi, who is known as the God of Wealth, took the initiative to take over this task. He wanted to help Yuan Shikai raise urgently needed funds.

Liang Shiyi did not have the ability to turn stones into gold. His method was to let the Bank of Communications issue paper money indiscriminately, causing the currency to depreciate. At the same time, he transported all the reserves of the Bank of Communications and sent them to Yuan Shikai's presidential palace.

In this way, Lao Yuan finally had start-up funds, and Liang Shiyi was also reused and became Yuan Shikai's secretary-general. After getting the money, Liang Shikai, the God of Wealth, made a big fuss, preparing to set up a petition group to use the so-called public opinion to help Yuan Shikai ascend the throne. , At the same time, it is also singing against Yang Du's Chou'an, striving to be a hero from the dragon.

Of course, relying on transportation alone is not enough, and they demanded so-called taxes from large and small merchants in Beijing to provide financial support for their actions. This kind of thing all fell on Song Zhongyi's head, and his factory was facing bankruptcy in an instant. danger.

Zhang Tinglan, as well as Zhang Xueliang and Zhang Tingshu couldn't help feeling sad after hearing Song Zhongyi's narration. Chinese businessmen in this era are not easy, especially like Song Zhongyi. They took them all out, bought machines, and set up factories. As a result, not only did they not get any support from the government, but they also had to face endless exploitation by the government.

"Mr. Song, I sympathize with what happened to you, but before the situation is irreparable, I can provide you with some funds to help you out of the predicament! But to be honest, the business environment in Beijing is not good. I don't know if you would like to If you don't want to move the factory to Fengtian North Market, I am willing to provide you with comprehensive support!"

"Young master, I haven't asked your name yet!"

"My name is Zhang Tinglan!"

Song Zhongyi frowned at first, as if he was trying to remember, and then asked in surprise: "You are Zhang Tinglan, the one who planned to build the North Market, Young Master Zhang?"

"Mr. Song has heard of me?"

"Master Zhang, I know a ticket office owner in Shanxi. He has a fellow villager named Qiao Ruixuan. He is said to be working under your command. He introduced to me the situation in the North Market. All kinds of convenience, this is not such a good thing in the whole world, just don’t know if it’s true or not?”

"Mr. Song, these are all true. In your situation, you can apply for a loan in the North Market. We have a special bank to help you tide over the difficulties easily. Of course, the North Market will not levy exorbitant taxes at will, let alone It will drive you to the point where your family is ruined, we provide services to businessmen, not high-ranking grand masters."

"Master Zhang, can I move the factory there?"

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