Chapter 141 The Germination of the Joint-Stock System
Song Wen nodded... "You are right. I have indeed accumulated a lot of money in Bianliang in the past two years, but it is really not an option to just sit back and have nothing. Now our village has nearly a hundred soldiers. In the future, it is better to stick to our roots to make contributions.
These are the foundation of our existence! So..."
Everyone looked at Song Wen with some anxiety. Several older ladies were afraid that they would be sold to prostitutes outside the city by Zixuanlou and tortured to death. Now when they saw Song Wen, they were hesitant and almost cried out of fear.
come out!
Song Wen smiled: "So we can't choose a certain path! We have to train as soldiers, and we can't just mess around with business... I've made a plan. First, I'll gather you all to have a good discussion on how to do this business!"
I'm going to teach you some ways to adapt to circumstances, and Old Ghost Wang...and let him teach you some lessons about the sinister nature of the human heart!"
Song Wen pointed to a pile of papers on the stone table... "There is also this new accounting calculation method. Sun Mou Sun Accountant will teach you! When you have learned it, we will replace the people who are in charge of the business outside to learn it."
one time!"
"Twenty years! I will sign an agreement with you... You are not allowed to leave my business under Qingshan Village within twenty years, but in addition to the monthly money you deserve every year, you can also own a business firm.
shares!"
Everyone was stunned... It took a long time before the oldest teapot handed over his hand and asked: "Mr. Lang, but we don't have the capital to invest in it!"
Song Wen smiled and said: "The twenty years you have worked diligently for the company are your greatest capital. I will give you these shares for free..."
Everyone was silent, looking at their husband with incredulous eyes.
Song Wen continued: "Instead of testing people's hearts in vain, it is better to use real money and silver to firmly bind everyone's thoughts together! All businesses and shops will follow this procedure... The selected shopkeepers will account for 10% of the shares and 20% of the shares."
The shopkeeper accounts for half of it! The clerk pays one share per share, but if he can attract business and attract customers, he will take 10% of the profit from the increased business as a dividend! The settlement is made once a year, and the dividend is distributed at the end of the year! The more profits there are, the greater the dividend will be.
More, increasing revenue and reducing expenditure can be counted as profits... The shopkeeper has an election every three years, and everyone is the survival of the fittest. When the twenty-year period expires, Qingshan Village will redeem the shares from you based on the market value and the average annual dividend of the company.
! If you are unwilling to leave or sell back your shares, if new people come in, you can increase the shares and dilute it, and you will make less money... But remember, as long as I, Song Wen, am still alive, I will never waste your hard work and shares.
money!"
While everyone was still dumbfounded, Song Wen changed the subject and continued: "But I will also ask Professor Mr. Sun Mou to inspect the accounting room from a professional team, and all of them will use new calculation methods to review the accounts once a year, and from time to time.
Random spot checks! Once we find someone who is unwilling to make progress or is corrupt or corrupt... all property will be confiscated and treated immediately as stolen property, without mercy!"
The last sentence was so murderous that everyone trembled in fear.
Song Wen pointed to the paper on the table and said: "You are all literate, take this agreement and rules back and look at them carefully, think about it before making a decision! Even if you don't want to go out and work hard, I, Song Wen, will stay in the village.
I will always leave you a place to live..."
Several women breathed a sigh of relief, but Song Wen didn't look at them... but those teapot old turtle men began to have their thoughts racing! After twenty years of selling themselves to get shares, even those who can't be a shopkeeper will definitely have the opportunity to make a lot of money.
! In short, the more the business makes, the more you will get... This is... this is a great good thing!
Whooping, everyone knelt down! Several older teapots had tears streaming down their faces... The oldest old teapot trembled and said: "I thought that we lowly people would be like this all our lives.
It’s such a shame to serve others, I didn’t expect that Lang Jun would give such grace... If we still dare to have unclean hands and feet, we are not worthy of being human! Thank you Lang Jun, thank you Lang Jun..."
Song Wenxin accepted the gift, then turned to look at the women and said, "It's not easy to live without a man, right? Are you ashamed to be so eager to get married?"
A group of brothel ladies are quite young. It stands to reason that these dirty words are as meaningless to them as water from a watering can. But now that they have become good friends and are squeezed out by their husbands, their faces turn red and they can't hold their heads up.
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Suddenly a sharp and hearty voice came from outside the door... "What's wrong? Is it easy for a woman to wander around without even having a home? Isn't it embarrassing to live with a familiar man? Brother Wen is ruining us like this. How can we?"
Don’t rely on…”
Chun Niang walked in holding her waist, followed by Li Yan who looked like a pug... It really fulfilled Song Wen's prediction. Less than two months after the wedding, Chun Niang became pregnant!
Song Wen laughed and said: "Okay, okay, if you marry well, you will have a great success! I mean, getting married is a lifelong event, and these men will go out to do business carefully in the future! You must think about it..."
Song Wen turned to look at the men... "And you! You should also think about it. These sisters are all hard-working people and cannot tolerate being abandoned and abused again! If you marry someone back home, you must take good care of them. If you marry well,
It is easy, but you are not allowed to give up and you are not allowed to abuse or abuse! Do you understand?"
The faces of several younger men turned red, and they bowed and saluted, saying, "Don't worry, sir, we will never let her down!"
"She has supported her all the way and shared weal and woe... I dare not bully her!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Lang!"
Song Wen nodded: "That's good, then let's have another happy event! A collective wedding... It's a bit difficult now, so let's make it simpler! Build two more yards, and the couple will change to a house with two rooms inside and outside.
! Maybe there will be a few more children next year!"
______ Without Lin Chong following behind, Song Wen has been feeling a little empty. But Lin Chong has been thinking about joining the Forbidden Army since he was a child and building a career. Although Song Wen knew that his stubbornness would only lead to embarrassment and misery and anger in the end...
…But I can’t say it outright.
Let’s talk about what happens next! At least with Zhou Tong here, Gao Qiu and the others will have to think carefully if they want to do anything to Lin Chong.
Making money and making money... is a wretched development! If you don't have strong strength, anything you say is a joke. The green slave is still held by Zixuanlou... Mrs. Lan, that stinky bitch! Sooner or later, I will sell her to a brothel and let her go.
She tried all the tricks before selling them to the grasslands to herd sheep for the Tatars!
Grassland... Song Wen stood alone in the yard and thought of Brother Yelushan. He didn't know what the Jurchen Tatars had done to the arrogant Liao Kingdom. Several generations of Liao emperors were all in mud and couldn't hold up the wall.
It was all thanks to the prestige of the Khitan cavalry that they supported the huge empire.
Stroking the short knife at his waist, Song Wen asked Li Erlang to call Daruch over.
After pushing the door open and entering the courtyard, Daruch still held his hands in a careless manner: "I've met the master!"
Song Wen shook his head helplessly. This guy can't change his habits...
"Daruch, I need you to go to Zhending Mansion!"
"Ah? What are you going to do?"
"The one-year appointment has arrived. I need you to find the people Brother Yelushan left in the Zhending Mansion of the Song Dynasty to connect with you! We need to prepare for our business with the Liao Kingdom."
Daruch was depressed and dejected... "Can you not go? Daruch is an abandoned slave abandoned by his master. He has no face to see his original companions again."
Song Wen chuckled: "Then what's the use of you? If you don't want to go, prepare your own saber and fire stick... Go to Bianliang and burn Zixuan Tower, and then kill Lady Lan.
Then rescue the green slave for me!"
Daruch rolled his eyes: "That's Bianliang, what's the difference between letting me go by myself and sending myself to death?"
"Then stop talking nonsense! Pack your things and get out of here... Take this with you, and when the business with the Liao Kingdom goes smoothly, you can go back to the grassland! By then, even if you are the shopkeeper of the trading bank stationed in the grassland of Qingshan Village...
…”
Daruch suddenly asked: "Are there any stocks that get dividends?"
"There must be... hmm? Why are you, a Tatar, so thoughtful? Do you even know about the shares?"
Daruchi chuckled and said: "The news has spread throughout the village, and many people are envious of those Turtle Gong teapots..."
Song Wen smiled and said: "Then, has anyone spread the news that I will soon distribute land to the soldiers of Qingshan Camp?"
Daruch looked up at Song Wen in surprise... "What? Divide the land!"
Song Wen smiled slightly: "That's right, on February 2, the dragon raises its head! All the soldiers of Qingshan Camp will own the land..."
The news swept across Qingshan Village like lightning... All the Qingshan Battalion soldiers who were born as homeless beggars were so excited that they were trembling with excitement! If their families had not lost their land and the roots of their livelihood... who would have been homeless and exiled in a foreign land? This chapter has been completed!