The teahouse was indeed a stage. As soon as Zhang Tinglan and the three of them sat down, they saw such a play. They were a little emotional, especially when they heard that the drunken middle-aged man actually set up a factory. Zhang Tinglan was also surprised. He personally planned the Beijing project.
market, and established four more factories. He knew how difficult it was.
If it weren't for a big tree like Zhang Zuolin's back, and if it wasn't the right time for the First World War, even a time traveler wouldn't be able to control the wind and rain. This middle-aged man can build a factory with his own efforts, which is definitely considered a success.
A talent can even be regarded as an entrepreneur.
This kind of person is particularly valuable in this era. Fengtian Industry, which has just started, is in urgent need of such talents. Zhang Tinglan even has a love for talents.
At this time, the two servants had already taken out the chains and were about to tie up the middle-aged man. The teahouse owner tried to persuade him: "Two servants, he is just a drunkard talking nonsense. You must not be familiar with him.
Give me some face and spare Mr. Song!"
"Spare him? Who gives us subsidies? Let me tell you, there is an order from the top to strictly investigate all the rebels who oppose the president. Anyone who dares to intercede for the rebels will be treated as an accomplice!"
The leading official glared at the middle-aged man named Song with a sneer. He looked like a villain and said: "Third Master, in the past you were rich and powerful, but you looked down on us. I didn't expect it now.
You will fall into the hands of our brothers. This is called the cycle of retribution. Just follow me!"
"Just leave, I want to see if there is any room for reason in this world, and if there is any way for good people to survive!"
The two waiters were about to take people out of the teahouse, and Zhang Tinglan walked over quickly and stopped them. When the leading waiter saw a well-dressed and handsome young man stopping him, he immediately became confused.
Stunned.
"Boy, we are working, please get out of the way."
"It's not like it's official business, but you want to mess with official business!"
"Hmph, boy, you didn't hear this guy insulting the president, right? Isn't it a matter of business for us to arrest him? If you dare to stop him, I will arrest you too."
Zhang Tinglan sneered slightly: "He is right in scolding, but can a drunkard take his words seriously? If you really want to work for the president, go to Peking University and the concession. There are many professors and scholars there. They not only curse the president, but
The president has written articles and it is all over the newspapers. Are they causing great harm? Do you dare to arrest them?"
Zhang Tinglan questioned the two officials repeatedly, and the tea guests also started to boo. Zhang Tinglan was indeed right. Nowadays, newspapers are full of articles against the imperial system, and literati from all walks of life jumped out and started talking.
He scolded Lao Yuan and almost dug up Yuan Shikai's ancestral graves.
But facing these literati, not to mention a small tolerance, even Yuan Shikai had no choice. They were extremely famous, and most of them lived in the concession. The so-called concession was a country within a country, using the
The laws of the great powers are managed by the great powers. Mr. Yuan would not rush to the concession to arrest people just because of a few articles. Therefore, these scholars lived a very comfortable and relaxed life.
These two tolerance officers could only bully the powerless common people, so how could they dare to offend the literati? They typically bullied the weak and feared the strong, so when faced with Zhang Tinglan's questioning, they were speechless.
He could only open his eyes and said loudly: "Boy, your accent sounds like someone from outside the customs. This is Sijiu City, not a place for your boy to do chivalry and justice. If you dare to stop me again, I won't be polite."
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"Little brother, please leave me alone. If they want to be reasonable, they will be sorry for wearing gray coats. These are heartless things. Reasoning with them is like playing the piano to a cow!"
"Song, if you dare to scold me, I won't slap you!" The two servants were about to beat someone, but Zhang Tinglan casually took out a small green book and threw it in their faces.
"Open your dog eyes and take a look. Do you still want to catch me?"
When these two guys saw Zhang Tinglan's aggressive attitude, they felt scared. They might have offended someone they shouldn't offend. They hurriedly picked up the notebook. The big bright red mark on it looked like a bloody bayonet, which made these two guys tremble with fear.
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Zhang Tinglan accompanied Lao Zhang to Beijing, so he naturally needed to have a public identity. He is now Zhang Zuolin's confidential secretary. Even though his official position is not high, it also means that he is Zhang Zuolin's closest and trusted person.
The two public servants have no different abilities. They have considered various official positions very clearly. When they saw that the young man in front of them was actually close to the commander of the division, they were immediately at a loss. Since the founding of the Republic of China, there have only been dozens of division commanders.
Each one of them is a powerful person who holds great power. Even though the official is very arrogant, the soldiers are the most afraid of them. Once these Qiu Ba uncles get mad and lift the Tianling cover, they will not be able to deal with it.
The two boys were trembling with fear and their legs were weak.
Zhang Tinglan snorted: "Now that you know my identity, why don't you get out of here? Are you going to talk about the security in Beijing when our division commander meets with the president?"
As soon as these two boys heard this, they felt like they were being pardoned. They ran out of the teahouse in a hurry, like bereaved dogs. They completely lost their usual dignity. Their embarrassment made many teagoers laugh.
After this, the middle-aged man surnamed Song had also lost his drinking power. He bowed deeply to Zhang Tinglan: "Thank you, my friend, for the rescue. I am very grateful!"
"It goes without saying thank you. Let's find a private room. I want to know what's going on in your factory!"
The teahouse owner hurriedly took Zhang Tinglan and others to the private room. After everyone sat down, the young man brought another bowl of sobering soup. While the middle-aged man was drinking the soup, the teahouse owner repeatedly raised his hands to Zhang Tinglan and the three of them.
"Young masters, Third Master Song is my regular customer. He is an honest man and a good person. However, good people are not rewarded these days. If it weren't for your help, Third Master Song would have been taken to prison. That's all.
, all the tea money is mine."
While talking, the middle-aged man finished the hangover soup and his expression recovered a lot. The shopkeeper also knew that they wanted to talk about business, so he turned around 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. All my family's property was burned down. At that time, I was thinking, why can foreigners ride on us?
Then I figured out that they had industry and could make guns, but we couldn’t compete with them. I sold all my property and started setting up a textile factory, hoping to save the country through industry!”
"Well, sir, you are right. Can you tell us more about why the factory can no longer operate? There is a war in Europe right now, and the amount of supplies needed is staggering. It stands to reason that most factories can be profitable. What is your problem?"
"My factory has indeed made a lot of profits in the past two years, but I thought about expanding the scale. I pooled all the profits together, used the factory as a mortgage, took out a loan, and ordered a batch of machines from foreigners.
Just half a month ago, these machines were shipped to Tianjin!"
"Sir, you are very courageous. Isn't this going smoothly?"
Song Zhongyi smiled bitterly and said: "The problem is now. I deposited all the money in the Bank of Communications. I was waiting for the machine to arrive and 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 could I not buy the machine, I couldn't even get a loan, and the bank wanted to confiscate my factory. At this time, the government found me again and wanted to donate funds to the president. If I didn't pay, they would confiscate my home.
, Doesn’t this make me desperate!”
Speaking of this, Song Zhongyi's eyes turned red, and he was extremely sad and angry. There was no problem with Song Zhongyi's management, he was completely cheated by the traffic company, and this matter had something to do with Yuan Shikai's ascension to the emperor.
If you want to be the emperor, you have to spend a huge amount of money. Without money, you can't do anything. An important assistant of Lao Yuan, Liang Shiyi, known as the God of Wealth, took the initiative to take over this task. He wanted to help Yuan Shikai raise the urgently needed funds.
Liang Shiyi did not have the ability to turn stone into gold. His method was to let the Bank of Communications issue banknotes indiscriminately, causing currency devaluation. At the same time, he also shipped out all the Bank of Communications' reserves and sent them to Yuan Shikai's presidential palace.
In this way, Lao Yuan finally had start-up capital, and Liang Shiyi was also reused and became Yuan Shikai's secretary-general. After Liang Caishen got the money, he went on a rampage and prepared to establish a petition group to use the so-called public opinion to help Yuan Shikai ascend the throne.
, and at the same time, he is also competing with Yang Du's Chou Anhui, vying to be the hero of Conglong.
Of course, relying on transportation alone is not enough. They also asked for so-called taxes from Beijing's merchants, large and small, 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, Zhang Xueliang and Zhang Tingshu couldn't help but feel sad after listening to Song Zhongyi's narration. It's not easy for Chinese businessmen in this era, especially people like Song Zhongyi who, with the ideal of saving the country through industry, resolutely put their family property
We spent all of it to buy machinery and set up factories, but not only did we not get any support from the government, we also had to face endless exploitation by the government, which makes us cry bitterly when we talk about it.
"Mr. Song, I sympathize with your situation, but before things are irreversible, I can provide you with some funds to help you get out of the predicament! But to be honest, the business environment in Beijing is not good. I don't know if you are willing.
I am willing to move the factory to Fengtian North Market, and I am willing to provide you with comprehensive support!"
"Young Master, I haven't asked you your name yet!"
"My name is Zhang Tinglan!"
Song Zhongyi frowned at first, as if he was trying his best to recall, and then asked in surprise: "Are you Zhang Tinglan, Master Zhang, who single-handedly planned the establishment of the North Market?"
"Mr. Song, have you heard of me?"
"Master Zhang, I know a ticket office owner in Shanxi. He has a fellow villager named Qiao Ruixuan. It is said that he works for you. He introduced me to the situation in the North Market, and specifically mentioned that he only collects business tax and income tax, and also provides merchants with services.
All kinds of conveniences, there is no such good thing in the world, but you don’t know whether it is true or false?”
"Mr. Song, these are all true. In your situation, you can apply for a loan in Bei Market. We have specialized banks to help you get through the difficulties easily. Of course, Bei Market will not levy exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes at will, let alone
We will force you to the point where your family is ruined. We provide services to businessmen, not to superiors."
"Master Zhang, can I move the factory there?"
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