Chapter 82 The plan of the Jinxiu Tower
Now, there is still time.
Shen Lin will definitely give strong support to Liang Zizhong.
Mangshan Village is no longer short of money.
They can buy food themselves.
But for cement, refined iron and weapons, Shen Lin didn't intend to charge for them.
Give as much as you want.
Can you not do your best to build yourself a spare home?
Mountain people have no shortage of strength.
The iron ore Shenjiabao needs can be solved by dozens of laborers every day.
They had a lot of fish and meat sent by the Shen family, and the number of hunts was very few.
Hundreds of people started working together.
The momentum may not be as great as that of Shenjiabao today.
North of Anding City.
On the verge of the Huanglong River.
Jinxiu Building, three floors.
In a certain private room, Shen Zhongxin took time out of his busy schedule.
The atmosphere was lively as we exchanged glasses with a fair-skinned young man.
Although the little fat man was dressed in plain clothes, he looked powerful.
In his arms, he held two delicate beauties.
But he rubbed her so hard that she almost screamed out.
Master, you are so strong.
It’s too big and it hurts!
"Okay, Xiaozhuang, it's normal for young people to be energetic!"
"Don't make a fuss in front of me. I'm very busy."
That young and strong man was the naval force of Qianhu who assisted in the defense and stability.
Zhuang Mingyang.
His father was Zhuang Zicai, the deputy governor of Chanzhou.
This guy is a proper second-generation official.
Otherwise, how could Shen Zhongxin, who passed down poetry and calligraphy to his family, be so affectionate with him?
Of course Zhuang Mingyang is not a playboy who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun.
It's not good for him to be a member of the navy with thousands of households, but he has no real ability.
You know, the Chanzhou navy often fought with the smuggling ships of the Liao people in Datong.
Can defend the Qianli River.
Background alone is useless.
In war, people will die.
Zhuang Mingyang's slender eyes narrowed, and his eyes flashed slightly.
He scratched them hard and then patted the buttocks of the two charming women.
"Be good, go upstairs!"
"Go to my year-round private room. Wait first."
"When it's night, I'll have some rest. The three of us will sleep together and fight until dawn."
"Yes, Mr. Zhuang!"
The two girls said good luck to each other.
Twisting her waist as thin as a water snake, she closed the door.
"Okay, Mr. Shen, I know that you are a busy man."
"What's important today? Do you have to treat me to a drink?"
Shen Zhongxin didn't need to mince words in front of Zhuang Mingyang.
"Your father and Zhang Fengqi have never dealt with each other, right?"
Zhuang Mingyang pouted, this is no secret.
"My abilities are not as good as those of Lao Zhang. I deserve to be suppressed by him and become the second child for ten thousand years."
"Dad, we have to accept our fate!"
The corners of Shen Zhongxin's mouth twitched.
You son of a bitch, you don’t keep your mouth shut?
Calling your father a thousand-year-old king or an eighty-thousand-year-old tortoise, I have nothing to do with it.
But isn’t your Mr. Shen also the second eldest child?
This was stabbed with a bamboo pole.
I then fell into the trap.
"Don't talk nonsense. Now is there a chance for your dad to take a step forward?"
"Would you like to do it?"
Although Zhuang Mingyang was born as a military commander.
But who can compare to the banker? What about the Shen family that has been passed down for hundreds of years?
The great Zhou Dynasty was noble in culture but low in military.
The Shen family's influence in the court was much greater than that of his surnamed Zhuang.
However, the world today is about to become a mess.
Those who have soldiers start slowly and get ahead.
Therefore, the second son of the Shen family must seize Ban Jun's hands and practice his country's bravery.
The two are friends, and a partnership will benefit both parties.
The relationship between the two parties naturally needs to be strengthened and maintained.
"What? Your eldest lord, the position of Duke Zhongxiao, has been decided?"
Shen Zhongxin shook his head, what's going on?
"How can it be that fast?"
"The six departments and nine ministers in the central government are like a carrot and a pit."
"My eldest brother has been away for many years. How can there be a good position for him all of a sudden?"
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Mingyang leaned back.
There was quite a disappointment on his face.
"Then, what the heck are you talking about!"
"When you reach a position like my father's, you have to move up."
"Unless Duke Zhongxiao can help, what else can be done? Haha, stop joking."
Shen Zhongxin took a sip of wine and smiled mysteriously.
"That's not necessarily the case."
"Your father has obtained a hundred-refined sword. I can't hide the details from you."
"The Governor's Mansion has placed an order for my cousin's sword, and we have made quite a few of it now!"
Zhuang Mingyang waved his hand, and the envy in his eyes flashed away.
"Don't mention that crappy list, I will get angry when I mention it."
"Three thousand fine iron heavy swords are used to arm Zhang Fengqi's three thousand heavy cavalry."
"We, father and son, can't get involved."
To say I'm not envious would be absolutely false.
I am willing to use twenty kilograms of fine iron to make a heavy knife.
After several times of Dazhou, this is considered the first one.
Zhang Fengqi has a high position and once the 3,000 heavy cavalry are equipped in place.
He even dared to fight face to face with the world-famous Guaizima of the Liao Army.
Although it is said that both men and horses are armored.
But Liao people, where can they find twenty refined iron?
Shen Zhongxin dipped his hand in the wine and wrote a word on the table.
"Wow!"
Zhuang Mingyang looked at it and staggered to his feet.
All the chairs in the back were overturned.
The servant guarding the door outside quickly knocked on the door when he heard the noise.
"Master? Master, are you okay?"
Zhuang Mingyang squeezed his eyes, grinned, and rubbed his white face.
"It's okay, watch the door and don't let outsiders get close!"
This guy leaned down and shouted in a low voice.
"Shen Laoer, are you fucking crazy?"
"How dare you think of such a bad idea?"
Shen Zhongxin sat still, his old face extremely calm.
"Starve the timid to death and starve the bold to death."
"Xiaozhuang, it is naturally convenient for you to lead a naval force to do this kind of thing."
"I heard that Zhang Fengqi is not in good health and has to go to war despite being sick, haha..."
"This batch of weapons... if something goes wrong..."
"He...had an accident on the battlefield...isn't your father's chance here?"
So crazy!
How audacious!
The second eldest son of the Shen family is indeed full of intrigues.
He actually dared to take action against the governor of a state?
But?
This is not a bad idea!
"hiss……"
Young Master, why are you so impatient?
"Shen Laoer, even if you get the batch of horse-killing knives, they cannot be exposed."
"Have you ever thought about the consequences of this matter?"
Shen Zhongxin was secretly excited. It would be strange if this boy was not moved.
His father is old.
Some thoughts may have faded away.
Zhuang Mingyang is different!
Without ambition, are you still a young person?
Shen Zhongxin filled two glasses of wine and handed one to the other person.
"The gods don't notice and the ghosts don't notice, and there are no consequences."
"Don't forget, Shenjiaji also has an iron-making room."
"The people in charge of the blast furnace smelting are all my trusted friends, so they can be guaranteed to be absolutely safe."
"Three thousand heavy knives are enough to smelt 60,000 kilograms of refined iron."
"We only have 20,000 more plain knives, the kind that can be refined for 20 times."
"Why worry about not succeeding?"
Zhuang Mingyang's heart was filled with excitement and he raised his glass decisively.
"It's done... I wish us both immediate success."
"But, I have to hide this from my father first!"
Shen Zhongxin has a great tacit understanding.
"A must!"
"bite!"
Two white porcelain wine glasses touched each other.
In the private room, a low and sinister laughter sounded.
This chapter has been completed!