? At noon, Fan Dahui anxiously waited for Li Guolou in the official pavilion at Sanlili in Tianjin. This surprised Li Guolou and hurriedly asked what happened.
Fan Dahui said: "Master Li, Liu Ming has called, Master Fu Xiang (Li Hongzhang) wants you to pay a visit to the Governor's Yamen!"
"I'm going to pay him a visit." Li Guolou pointed at his nose and was secretly angry. He was a fourth-grade official, and Liu Mingchuan was now a white servant. Why should he pay a visit to a martial artist? He said angrily: "Master Fan, don't pay attention to Mr. Fu Xiang." , I’m on vacation now, let’s go to Tianjin, no one can control me!”
Fan Dahui stopped talking, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and thought about it. There is only so much time to come, and there is no reason to give in now.
Li Guolou waved at Fan Dahui and asked Fan Dahui to get in the car and go directly to the construction site. He had a lot of money in his hands. He first invested in the grain industry and funded the purchase of more than 10,000 acres of wasteland in the east of Tianjin Junliang City to establish Kaiyuan Company. , they also took over the Yuxin Flour Company in the West Railway Station from foreigners and renamed it Dafengshou Flour Company. In addition, they planned to build a large match company in the west section of Main Street in the Italian Concession to produce safety matches and named it Firebird Match Company. Chen Xiangfang became the chairman of the board. Now he does business like an imperial merchant. 30% of the profits earned will be given to Emperor Tongzhi, 5% to Prince Gong Yixin's second son Zaiying, 5% to Li Hongzhang's eldest son Li Jingyi, and others. 60% of the shares are temporarily controlled by him.
Li Guolou controlled the water transportation in the Zhili area by inviting in bank officials and merchants to operate, and naturally controlled the grain and flour in the Gyeonggi area. The dead real estate and industrial enterprises in Tianjin suddenly ushered in spring overnight. Officials and wealthy people come to Tianjin one after another in search of business opportunities and investment land.
The capital of the modern industry founded by Li's consortium in Tianjin reached 10 million taels of silver, equivalent to 170% of Tianjin's total industrial investment of 5.85 million taels in the ten years after the signing of the Beijing Treaty. This played a major role in the development of Tianjin's national industry and commerce. It also made Fan Dahui quite emotional. Li Guolou made a big move, and money fell from the sky. The real estate market was picking up as soon as it was said to be picking up. No one was as accurate as Li Guolou.
Li Guolou has three apartments in Tianjin, two of which are actually the dowries of his wife Yeliya and Wu Peipei, and the other is still under construction at No. 18 Xiafei Road in the British Concession, and is about to be built as the headquarters building of the Invitation Bank. , now he has bought another building on the walled road in the British Concession. The courtyard has a wide terrain, rockery, pavilion, flowers, plants and trees, which is very quiet. Now he has built another building on the west side of the compound, ready to give it to Children born live.
After inspecting the construction site, it was getting dark. Li Guolou, along with Fan Dahui and four personal guards, stepped into the British Concession. Here they were not allowed to carry swords and guns. Li Guolou changed his appearance, dressed in Western clothes and pretended to be a foreign devil. Checkpoint in the Concession.
As soon as he entered the British Concession, Li Guolou became very angry. The posters all over the street showed an ugly shirtless Qing man with his ribs exposed and a ponytail behind his head being replaced by a tall and handsome man-ape. Tarzan is trampled underfoot poster.
"Master Fan, I'm playing in the French Concession, why are the British joining in the fun?" Li Guolou couldn't figure it out. He didn't offend the British. He was extremely flattering to the British Minister Wade, and he never blushed or became thick-necked. He bought a large piece of land in the British Concession and even placed his mansion in the British Concession. There is no reason why the British would hate him.
"Hey, Mr. Li, maybe you are too high-profile and threaten the interests of the British Empire in the Qing Dynasty. Do you understand?" Fan Dahui said half a sentence. The other meaning is that if you don't want others to know, you have to do nothing yourself.
Li Guolou's petition harmed the interests of the British Empire. The British already knew who was responsible for the preliminary letter of intent for cooperation signed between the Qing Empire and the Prussian Empire. How could they not retaliate against Li Guolou.
"Oh..." Li Guolou laughed and said, "Master Fan, go get more posters and come back!"
"Master Li, why is this?" Fan Dahui asked.
Li Guolou said loudly: "I will stick it next to the bedside and look at it every day, so as not to forget the shame of the country and the hatred of the family!"
Fan Dahui grunted: "Let your wife look at the macho guy!"
Li Guolou hurriedly changed his words: "Post it in the study!"
Walking along the road, Li Guolou saw posters neatly posted on the walls and street lamps on both sides of the street. There were various versions. There were few posters with a positive image of him, so he said: "Ma Dequan, Yang Liguang, please listen to me. Don't look for trouble to tear down posters. Indian Asan must be hiding in a dark corner, waiting for you to do it. You bastard, the British do have a sense of humor. Post it to It’s coming to my door!”
"Hahahaha." The people around him laughed wildly without any scruples. They all knew that Li Guolou was not afraid of losing. Losing a boxing match was no big deal.
Two British hooligans suddenly jumped out of the alley, waving their fists and shouting: "Sick men of East Asia, shameless yellow-tailed people!"
Li Guolou shouted: "Where are the reporters? Where are the reporters from the French Pravda? Where are the reporters from the British Sun? Qutav took the photo for me. Eugene, where is your sense of justice?"
The four reporters accompanying them behind them flashed their magnesium lights, and the two British gangsters who had been lurking for a long time and prepared to cause trouble saw that their posture was not right, and immediately ran away with their tails between their legs without any tendency to violence.
"Well, that's good. No matter how you belittle me, Eugene, I won't be angry." Li Guolou slapped the "four-eyed frog" Eugene. He was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger.
Eugene was full of gratitude and said with a smile: "Mike, don't worry, the friendship between China and France will last forever. No matter what the newspapers say about you, I, Eugene, will only buy you to win this time, and I will stake all my belongings on it!"
Li Guolou was startled and said: "Come on, Eugene, come on, stop gambling. Even I am on my way, do you understand?"
The message had been sent out, and the four astute British and French reporters nodded slightly and said with smiles: "Come on, little one." They knew that this time Li Guolou was guilty and just wanted to get an appearance fee and would not fight Tarzan in the boxing ring. Tarzan, who is ready to fall at any time, seems to be invincible, will continue to write legends in Tianjin of the Qing Empire.
Eugene and other four accompanying reporters followed Li Guolou to the mansion on Wall Road. The big iron door opened, and Li Lingling was the first to rush out, saying softly: "Dad!"
"Hey." Li Guolou picked up his daughter, invited four British and French reporters to enter the mansion, conduct follow-up interviews, and then have dinner together.
Seeing Wu Peipei standing at the gate to welcome guests, Li Guolou felt bitter. When reporters took photos, a scandal might be exposed. Li Guolou stepped forward and said with a smile: "Grandma Eight, the British have taken me Eighteen generations of our ancestors have been discovered, so don’t take photos for reporters!"
Wu Peipei said in horror: "Ah, Xiaolou, a reporter has already come to interview me, I..."
Li Guolou quickly comforted him and said: "Forget it, Sister Peipei, I won't blame you. Let's go, don't let the Sun newspaper take photos. The British cannot be bribed." As he spoke, Li Guolou took Wu Peipei and several The reporters separated and walked quickly into the bungalow.
As soon as Li Guolou entered the room, he smelled the smell of burning. He couldn't help but frowned and asked, "Who did it in the kitchen?"
Xie Liya walked out of the kitchen with a red face, forced a smile and said: "I'm sorry everyone, dinner will be served later, the toast is burnt!"
Li Guolou curled his lips and said: "Xie Liya, the British friends are here, you should come out to entertain the guests. The cook will do all the work in the kitchen!"
"Quickly, you guys chat for a while, I'll be out soon." Xie Liya was unwilling to fail and quickly turned back to the kitchen.
Li Guolou first went upstairs to visit Mayuko, and saw Chu Xiangyu accompanying her, leaning against her big belly to listen to the sound. The poisonous spider Mayuko had turned into a kind-hearted and good-natured woman. He was quite pleased. He saw Chu Xiangyu raised her little mouth, He said anxiously: "Grandma Six, don't worry, I will work hard!"
"Brother Xiaolou, my brother wants to do business in Tianjin." Chu Xiangyu was shy and coy. Her family ran a theater troupe, and her two brothers also had a high level of vision and did not want to engage in low-level magic troupe business.
"Hmm... Sixth Grandma, let's talk about it after a while. I will consider where we need manpower." Li Guolou reluctantly agreed. The business team was established and the general direction was well controlled, giving his subordinates some room for flexibility.
"Well, Xiaolou is the best, I have become a maid now." Chu Xiangyu told Li Guolou how wronged she was now, being ordered around by the powerful woman in the family and treated like a slave.
Li Guolou praised: "Good Grandma Six, you are responsible for the harmony of the family. You see, when I go out, I do everything I can by myself!"
This was just the beginning. Li Guolou wanted to level all the problems in the family. After dinner, he heard his grandmothers nagging him. Li Guolou hurried downstairs. There were two strong women below, waiting for him to take care of them. .
Yelia sat on the three-person sofa with a big belly. Zhen Yuhuan, whose belly was also slightly bulging, had already occupied the other side. Li Guolou's house was not as peaceful as outsiders thought. The intrigues in the harem had made Li Guolou With quite a headache, Li Guolou smiled and sat between the two of them. He could not escape the fate of hard work.
"Third Grandma, Seventh Grandma, you guys didn't quarrel, right?" Li Guolou could already see the burning flames, so it would be weird if they didn't quarrel.
"No, it's just a little temper. Who told you not to be with us, right?" Yelia said in an understatement. The family didn't have an overnight feud.
Zhen Yuhuan squeezed out a smile and said: "Third Grandma is reasonable. We are all mothers. It is important to be tolerant. Who said Third Grandma is lucky? She is called Mrs. 10%!"
Li Guolou hugged each other and begged for mercy: "Two madams, please stop fighting about the family property. I am not dead yet and the child has not been born. How about we wait thirty years before we quarrel again." After saying this, Li Guolou gave the two men a hand. With a bite on his cheek, he is quite popular now, and his grandmothers dote on him and regard him as a treasure in their hands.
"Hmm..." Yelia and Zhen Yuhuan stopped talking and coexisted peacefully for the time being.
After caring and greeting his family members, Li Guolou invited reporters in. A reporter from the British Sun newspaper first asked uneasily and kindly: "Mrs. Jelia, when are you going back to France!"
"Hey, I'm preparing to wait for the baby in the British Concession. As for when to return to France... I haven't thought about it yet." Yelia was grabbed by Li Guolou's hand, feeling a lot of helplessness in his heart. There is always a person who gets tired of exotic customs. when.
The British Sun reporter quickly wrote it down in his notebook and asked: "Mrs. Jelia, if Mike is crippled by Tarzan this time, will you leave him?"
This time, the reporter from the British Sun newspaper was straightforward, almost saying that Li Guolou had turned into an incompetent eunuch.
"Well, Mr. Reporter, if Mike is disabled, of course I can't just leave. I have to take care of Mike. But I believe that this scene will not happen. Don't we French people pay attention to gentlemanly manners? Just stop what you say, hehehehe ." Yelia covered her mouth and didn't dare to laugh loudly. She had already warned Li Guolou to "stop when you click" and fall down early, otherwise... humph, she wouldn't have done it if she knew better. Just walk away.
Li Guolou looked at the reporter from the Sun News who was sitting on the single sofa. He was a dark and despicable reporter who wanted to dig out his family's privacy. He was upright and was not afraid of the shadow. The Qing Empire allowed marrying a mistress, so go and share it.