Zhang Zuoxiang heard Zhang Tinglan's words, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and stretched out his rough big hand to pat his shoulder lovingly.
"Tinglan, there is a whole division with tens of thousands of mouths. Do you think it's only three or two dollars? What can you, a child, do? It's not easy in Yuting!"
Zhang Zuolin is fully aware of the potential dangers of cooperation with Japan, but in his position, this may be the only option.
"Dad, please take a look at this first."
Zhang Zuoxiang regarded Zhang Tinglan's words as child's play, but Zhang Tinglan was serious, "Dad, this is a cooperation agreement that I drafted with Fred, the manager of Daosheng Bank. If the matter can be completed, Daosheng Bank will provide me with 120
A low-interest loan of 10,000 yuan, as long as we get this loan, we can completely solve the plight of the Twenty-seventh Division."
Zhang Zuoxiang even felt that there was something wrong with his ears. How could it be so easy to get money these days? Zhang Zuolin, a distinguished teacher, wanted to get hundreds of thousands, and he also asked for charity from the Japanese. How could his son, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy?
I can get more than one million yuan, and it’s a low-interest loan!
The sun almost came out from the west. When had China received low-interest loans in so many years? Do these foreigners believe in Buddhism? Zhang Zuoxiang was full of doubts, but he looked at the documents handed over by Zhang Tinglan.
Although Zhang Zuoxiang is not highly educated, it is written in black and white on the paper that if the preliminary work of the North Market is done well, Daosheng Bank will provide Zhang Tinglan with a loan of one million yuan to support the construction of the North Market.
After reading it several times in a row, it seemed that this document was not fake, but Zhang Zuoxiang still didn't know what the North Market was.
"Tinglan, what's going on with this North Market?"
"Dad, don't be busy. I'll get you some drawings." Zhang Tinglan quickly ran to his room and took out a map of Fengtian and several drawings he drew.
"Dad, you see, this is the Shangfu area of Fengtian. To the north is the Huangsi. I plan to plan an area around the Huangsi to build a brand new market. I temporarily named it the North Market. Fengtian is from the three eastern provinces.
In the center, commerce and trade are very prosperous. Specialties from the Northeast and foreign goods from overseas are transported here. But throughout Fengtian, the only large commercial areas in Fengtian are the Shangfu area controlled by foreigners and the Manchuria Railway annex controlled by the Japanese. None of them are
The Chinese control it themselves. Therefore, I want to develop a market for Fengtian people, which will surely attract all kinds of religions and all walks of life. Once it develops, the tax revenue alone will be astonishing, let alone supporting a twenty-seventh division.
It’s no problem to support another three or five divisions!”
After Zhang Tinglan finished speaking, he took out some drawings, which he had drawn by hand in the past few days, including the overall plan, the layout of roads and shops, and the specific department store, market and bank settings. There was also one about street lights and green spaces.
These things were everywhere in the cities of later generations. Zhang Tinglan easily drew an outline based on his memory.
These drawings looked extremely rough, but Zhang Zuoxiang was completely shocked. He had never thought that an urban area could be built so neatly and beautifully. Especially after extensive use of lights, this North Market will definitely become
The city that never sleeps.
On the one hand, Zhang Zuoxiang was surprised by Zhang Tinglan's imagination, and on the other hand, he was stunned by the situation Zhang Tinglan described. Such a market can actually support several divisions. This is not even a market, it is simply a cornucopia.
"Tinglan, tell me, how do you make money?"
"The simplest thing is to collect taxes. Anyone who moves into a new market will have to pay taxes to our 27th Division for daily operations; the second point is to sell land. After the North Market is developed, every inch of land will be expensive, and the land price will increase by tens of dollars.
Times, hundreds of times are also very normal; the third point is to open banks and other financial institutions for direct operations. After the place becomes popular, wealth will gather in large quantities. If we open a bank, we will definitely make a fortune; the fourth point is that we can set up a margin system.
, whoever wants to enter the market must first pay a certain deposit; fifth point..."
Zhang Tinglan wanted to speak, but Zhang Zuoxiang waved his hand to stop him: "Tinglan, I don't want to hear so much anymore, just tell me how much money you can make?"
Seeing his father like this, Zhang Tinglan guessed that the 27th Division was indeed short of money, otherwise he would never be so anxious.
"It requires a certain amount of investment in the early stage. It is difficult to make a profit within half a year, and we have to invest money in it. But after the situation opens up, merchants big and small in Fengtian will actively send money to us. I estimate that I can earn 100 yuan in the first year."
Around 10,000 yuan. After excluding various investments and dividends, the net profit you can get should be more than 300,000 yuan! After getting on the right track, it is normal to earn millions of yuan a year, or even more."
"That's enough! That's enough!" Zhang Zuoxiang pulled Zhang Tinglan up and said, "Hurry up and take these things. We'll look for Yuting all night long. He's probably still undecided!" Zhang Zuoxiang pulled his son straight.
Run to Zhang Zuolin's house.
The night has already fallen, the lights in Fengtian City are starting to turn on, and various entertainment venues have opened their doors to welcome guests, making it very lively.
Zhang Zuoxiang and Zhang Tinglan had no intention of looking at this. Their father and son called two rickshaws and drove straight to Zhang Zuolin's mansion. Zhang Tinglan held some drawings in his arms, as well as the agreement between him and Fred. He kept thinking in his mind.
With his imagination running wild, Zhang Tinglan couldn't help but feel excited that he would soon see Zhang Zuolin, the future king of Northeast China.
Zhang Tinglan admires this Northeastern king from the bottom of his heart. His ability to climb from a bandit to the head of state is a legend in itself. Moreover, Zhang Zuolin can stick to the bottom line in such troubled times, not betraying the country, and finally died tragically at the hands of the Japanese. It is even more remarkable.
This gave his legend the color of a tragic hero.
During the more than ten years that Zhang Zuolin controlled Northeast China, he laid the foundation for Northeast heavy industry. This foundation was carried forward in the future and had a profound impact on China's destiny. A warlord who knew how to develop and construct was very remarkable.
Moreover, Zhang Tinglan also knew from the memory of this life that Zhang Zuolin was still very concerned about his descendants. All kinds of impressions came together, and Zhang Tinglan became unprecedentedly nervous. At such a critical historical node, could he change Feng Tinglan?
What is the fate of the system!
The rickshaw soon arrived at Zhang Zuolin's mansion. Although Zhang was still a division commander, everyone complimented him and still called this place the Marshal's Mansion.
Zhang Zuoxiang came here almost every day. When the guard at the door saw him coming, he hurriedly invited him in.
As soon as they arrived at the main hall, a fourteen-year-old boy was hurriedly welcomed over, "Uncle, my father has locked himself in the room for several hours and has not eaten dinner. Please go and persuade him!"
Zhang Zuoxiang nodded slightly, "Han Qing, leave everything to me!" Zhang Zuoxiang took Zhang Tinglan with confidence and went straight to Zhang Zuolin's room.
Zhang Tinglan heard them talking on the side and immediately guessed the identity of this young man. This must be the future young marshal Zhang Xueliang. He was also one of the few celebrities in the history of the Republic of China, but his reputation was not very good.
Before Zhang Tinglan had time to think about it, she was pulled to Zhang Zuolin's door by Zhang Zuoxiang. Zhang Zuoxiang gently knocked on the door, and a slightly manic voice came from inside: "Damn it, didn't I tell you all to get out, why are you still here?
Excuse me!"
Zhang Zuoxiang coughed hard and said, "Brother Qi, it's me here!"
As soon as he said this, he heard the sound of rapid footsteps in the house, and the door was pushed open violently.
Zhang Tinglan's heart suddenly tightened. He knew that the person who came out was Zhang Zuolin, the future king of Northeast China. He was not only excited to see such a historical celebrity, but also felt sincerely stimulated to be able to participate in the tide of history.
I saw that Zhang Zuolin was just as recorded. He was not tall, less than 1.6 meters tall. Like Zhang Zuoxiang, he had a shaved head, wore coarse cloth clothes, and held a cigarette pouch in his hand. Zhang Zuolin was the most impressive.
It is those eyes. People often say that Zhang Zuolin has a pair of fox eyes, which is extremely alert. Now it turns out that it is so. The bright black eyes show full shrewdness and strong self-confidence. This is the style of a generation of heroes.
After Zhang Zuolin came out, he grabbed Zhang Zuoxiang and said, "Lao Ba, I thought it was the servants who asked me to eat. You came just in time. Let us talk about today's events. I have never been so sad in my life!"
"Brother Qi, I came here just to give you some ideas!"
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