Lin Chong opened the door excitedly. In the yard, Song Wenzheng was standing under the tree, looking through the account books quietly left by the ten accountants of the Jockey Club. When he looked up... Lin Chong came over with red eyes and bowed: "Brother.
Have you always been a good person? Lin Chong is paying tribute to my brother!"
Song Wen was also very happy. He pulled Lin Chong up and said with a smile: "My brother is so polite! Let me see...he has grown again!"
"Brother, what are you doing here this time?"
"Let's see how Gao Qiu's Jockey Club is doing. There are other things I want to discuss with Senior Zhou Tong from the Yuquan Hall."
"But about the suppression of bandits in Taoshan County?"
"Well, I've set my sights on a larger territory. I can't do it without killing the thieves entrenched in it. Besides, I'm a serious country soldier now, and I hope to make some merits for Captain Gao.
Your Excellency, please promote me to the position of county inspection officer... Hahaha!"
Lin Chong frowned and said: "Brother can't leave me behind when he suppresses bandits this time. How can brother not take me with him when we go into battle? What kind of brothers would that be?"
Song Wen joked: "Can Yueniang promise to let you go into battle? If she gets in trouble, don't come and ask me to compensate her for being a good husband... Hahaha!"
Lin Chong was so embarrassed that his face turned red with embarrassment.
The two sat down and Song Wen asked, "What are your plans for the future?"
"The teacher said that he has already informed me of the Forbidden Army's Ma Junsi. He will apply for a vacancy in the pre-military field next spring to see if he can fill the vacancy of Wang Jin's mentor as a coach. I will apply again when I have the opportunity.
Which of Xianggong’s disciples is looking for an opportunity to go to the battlefield and make some meritorious deeds..."
Song Wen sighed... After all, Lin Chong still followed the old path of the previous life, the Forbidden Army! The Forbidden Army instructor... said that the 800,000 Forbidden Army instructors were too weak. The Bianliang Forbidden Army had hundreds of thousands of elites, and the front secretary was imprisoned by Gao Qiu.
There is a serious conflict with the traditional generals of the Song Dynasty. There are too many riding instructors, spear and stick instructors and archery instructors in the army. Hundreds and ten are just more! These instructors also have their own supporting factions, such as
People like Lin Chong, King Jin and Zhou Tong, who are purely generals and have clear backgrounds, are considered to be the weakest in power, and they may never get ahead in their lifetime.
It's a pity that these confrontations are just boring tricks played by Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. The real military power lies in the Privy Council and the Cabinet. When the army is activated, civilian officials and eunuchs must be appointed to oversee the army... The military seals must be issued to the army envoys when the army sets off.
And the general who led the troops, the whole process was complicated and delayed.
It's a pity that this game of checks and balances has only enabled batches of sycophants and villains, but it has miserably trapped simple warriors like Lin Chong who are as talented as each other but have been implicated by innocent people...
The two chatted for a while. When Song Wen saw that it was getting late, he asked An Chun to take his invitation to Gao Qiu's house to ask for an audience.
Gao Qiu had just changed into casual clothes and found a beautiful girl who was warming wine and waiting for him to listen to music. However, before he left the study, he saw his confidant butler hurriedly walked into the courtyard.
"Master, we have a visitor..."
Gao Qiu curled his lips: "He must have wanted to benefit from the charity Jockey Club again. If it's some second-rate or third-rate person who refuses, I'm not a soft persimmon that they, the rotten people, can manipulate at will!"
"Master, here is Dongzhu Song Wen and Song!"
"Who? Song Wen...it's him, what is he doing?"
"Sir, I agreed that half of the bonus will be used as payment... I'm afraid you're here to collect money, right?"
Gao Qiu suddenly became a little annoyed... He had promised to give Song Wen a half-percent bonus because he was afraid that he would run away and no longer care about these things, but that was a half-percent bonus? Marseille is held every ten days.
There are hundreds of thousands of taels of silver rolling around inside... I have made a profit of nearly 200,000 taels this month!
The inner court took away 30%, and the charity took away 30%... I only fell behind 20%! The rest of the money has to be given to Cai Jingliang, Shicheng, Wang Fu and the others to share the profits... nearly 10,000 taels of silver a month, just give it like this
A merchant took it for nothing? How could he not let his body hurt?
Gao Qiu thought for a while and then waved his hand... "Let him come in!"
Song Wen was sitting quietly outside the courtyard waiting, when he saw the housekeeper he was familiar with walking over with a frown on his face...
Seeing that there was no one around, the housekeeper whispered: "Dongzhu Song, my master has been very tired these days, and the bonus has not been carefully calculated yet! If Dongzhu Song comes here just for the bonus... I am afraid he will make the master unhappy.
"
Song Wen cursed in his heart... Shameless Gao Qiu, are you trying to default on your debt? Why don't you fart when I was kicked out of Bianliang, and now you want to kill the donkey after finishing my plan?
Song Wen knew very well that a small person had to let the big people know that he was indispensable, so he had no intention of asking for money directly.
"It's okay, what's the point of a little money? I'm here to follow up on the second set of plans for the charity gambling event... Isn't it possible to satisfy Lord Taiwei with just a few hundred thousand silver turnovers a month?"
The housekeeper was shocked... "Does it mean that Dongzhu Song has a more powerful method?"
Song Wen patted his chest... "Cuju league, dog racing, polo... there are so many ways for people to have fun and gamble! How many military states are there in the Song Dynasty? How about each organizing horse racing to compete in Beijing? There are also horse racing
How about organizing a competition between the teams, the Song Dynasty and the Liao Kingdom? If you want to play, just play with the biggest one... If everything is put into operation, how about a bonus of one million or even three million silver a year? "
With a bang, the door of Gao Qiu's study was kicked open from the inside...
Gao Qiu walked out impatiently... "Where is Song Wen? Where is Song Xiaoyou? Come in quickly... Long time no see, I miss you a little hahahaha..."
The butler next to him breathed a sigh of relief and secretly winked at Song Wen. It turned out that these conversations were planned by Song Wen and the butler in advance so that Gao Qiu could hear them...
Song Wen stepped into the small and exquisite courtyard and bowed respectfully to Gao Qiu, who was standing at the door with a smile on his face: "Song Wen, a common man, pays homage to Mr. Taiwei!
Gao Qiu looked Song Wen up and down... "Yeah, not bad! I remember that you will be turning eighteen soon... It's a bit unfair to be a little kid. I heard it's still a peaceful place.
I have achieved great military exploits. When I go back this time, I will say hello to the commander over there and do a county inspection!"
"General, I would like to thank you, Mr. Taiwei, for your cultivation!"
Song Wen cursed in his heart: You idiot! I made so much money by giving you advice, why on earth are you going to patrol for a low-level bird?
The two entered the study, and the butler immediately asked someone to bring tea in. Gao Qiu asked impatiently: "Is there any follow-up to this charity betting event?"
Song Wen nodded: "Of course there are plans for the second, third and fourth phases. By the end of the second phase the plan will have been written down and calculated. The third phase only has a draft... the fourth phase is just a conceptual framework!"
Although these words were unfamiliar, Gao Qiu could still understand them. Hearing them, he immediately smiled and said, "Hurry up and bring them up..."
"This, sir...that's all!"
Song Wen took out a stack of bamboo paper from his arms, which was covered with dense writing and symbols, and even some patterns with labels and numbers...
Gao Qiu took it and looked through it. Except for some names, it was almost like reading a bible book. He couldn't help but wonder: "This...is this the dog racing and Cuju you mentioned?" This chapter has been completed!