Chapter 165: White Moonlight? Sour rice! 33

Chapter 165: White Moonlight? Sour rice! 33

    Zhang Minzhong was stunned by Wang Qingqing's series of plans. The plan was a good plan. He was a benevolent businessman for the country and the people. The problem is that he has no money! Without money, all plans are in vain.

    Dashengchang is operating in its current state and can last for the next three months. According to Wang Qingqing's plan, it can last for at most 30 days!

      ? Where does this money come from?

    "Money! I don't have it now." Wang Qingqing laughed: "But it's too soon, it will arrive in a few days at most."

    Zhang Minzhong stared at Wang Qingqing silently, luck is motionless, no money? Without money, are you still so confident? Where did the money come from? If I don't come, what can I do to appease tens of thousands of employees?

    Wang Qingqing stood at the desk to pack up and left, and suddenly slapped her forehead: "By the way, I almost forgot the most important thing, a group of firearms and people will come to the factory in the afternoon, Brother Min Zhong I'm bothered. After signing for the receipt, arrange this group of people in the security team. The security team is too short and needs to be expanded. Try to form a security team with 500 combat strength. If something goes wrong, these 500 people will also be A shock."

    "How much!?" Zhang Minzhong pressed his chest, feeling that he was out of breath. Five hundred combat power means that, including the reserve personnel, the security team must have six or seven More than a hundred people.

    "Five hundred! Brother Minzhong, don't worry, these people are very loyal and can be trusted. Some of them also have relatives and friends working in Dashengchang." Wang Qingqing looked up and found Zhang Minzhong's face ugly , could not help but say something to appease: "Brother Min Zhong, don't think there are too many people, we have so many factories, each factory has 20 or 30 security guards, not many at all, isn't the situation critical now? What's the point of looting while in chaos? These people are good at dealing with this."

    So! What kind of people did you recruit back, Shaodong? Zhang Minzhong took a deep breath: "How many firearms are there?"

    "The long and the short, five hundred." Wang Qingqing blinked at Zhang Minzhong and smiled like a spring flower: "It's very useful."

    Well, 500 firearms is not a small sum, the young owner can continue to invest and spend money in Dashengchang, I think she will not close Dashengchang, the livelihood of tens of thousands of employees has been preserved .

    Zhang Minzhong rested half of his heart, and spoke again to confirm with Wang Qingqing: "Young Master, when you spread this stall, the silver money has to be spent like running water, and the liquid funds on the account have been There is not much left, the money you promised will be paid within ten days!"

     "Don't worry, it doesn't take ten days, at most five days." Wang Qingqing patted Zhang Minzhong on the shoulder with the things he had packed up: "Brother Minzhong has worked hard, you call the factory your home. I can see your heart, and I have already mentioned it to my father, and I will give you half of the dry shares in Dashengchang Cotton Spinning, so don't think it's too small."

    Semi-dry shares? This is definitely a big deal.

    Zhang Minzhong is the general manager of the Dashengchang Cotton Spinning Factory. When it comes to the profitability of the cotton spinning factory, he is the most aware. , when Dashengchang expanded its cotton spinning factory, it borrowed money from the Shanxi Gang, and the Ye family only controlled 50% of the shares. Now they give this half to themselves, the Ye family's Holding will no longer have an absolute advantage, which is a great threat to the smooth operation in the future.

    "Young master, this will not work, this will absolutely not work." Zhang Minzhong hurriedly declined: "One share of this share is extremely unfavorable to the Ye family. Chang's production management is in the dark, and it will be extremely difficult for you to deal with it at that time."

     "Brother Min Zhong, I can't trust others, can I trust you?"

    Wang Qingqing put down the things in his hand and looked at him with a look of trust: "Speaking of this business method, you are much more proficient than me, Da Shengchang is in brother Minzhong More than half of the tens of thousands of employees that have been developed in their hands were recruited by Brother Min Zhong after watching the recruitment. I believe that Brother Min Zhong has no one's affection for Dashengchang and Dashengchang's tens of thousands of employees. The person with the first vote number wants to intervene in Dashengchang. I believe that Brother Minzhong will be able to make the most favorable choice for Dashengchang and these tens of thousands of employees. I will only follow the choice of brother Minzhong. Now I have full authority to make the choice. Da Shengchang is handed over to you."

    Wang Qingqing's remarks moved Zhang Minzhong, a man who was hiding seven feet tall, with red eyes, he slid his throat up and down, swallowed the choking meaning, and said to Wang Qingqing: "You can rest assured, Mr. To die for my confidant, I..."

    "Stop it! Stop it!" Wang Qingqing sighed: "Brother Min Zhong, you are really an honest person. In the current situation in the country, Dashengchang may close down at any time. What is it worth? If you don't hate me for pulling you into this quagmire, I'll be happy, how can you be so grateful to me?"

    Zhang Minzhong is not the one who expresses his emotions. He listened to Wang Qingqing's words and kept his mouth shut, but his heart was still agitated.

    The young owner promised to follow him in the future operation of Dashengchang, which means that he has the capital to intervene in the livelihood of these tens of thousands of people. For the sake of the livelihood of these tens of thousands of people, he will also Operating Dashengchang with heart will never let this behemoth fall.

    Wang Qingqing threw Dashengchang to Zhang Minzhong. She was in a good mood and left Dashengchang like flowers and willows. Lai took a detour to the edge of the Haihe River, trotted along the embankment of the Haihe River, and arrived at the British Concession in a short time.

    The British Concession was built along the Haihe River. At this time, it covers an area of ​​more than 4,000 acres and there are more than a dozen docks. The driver trots along the cement road along the river bank. Turn right at the familiar road, and at the end of the road stands a majestic factory with its doors closed. The plaque bears the words "Mexis Machine Factory" in Chinese, German, English and Italian.

    Several strong men wandering near the gate of the factory saw the rickshaws turned from the river bank from a distance, and one of them rushed in through a small door and waited for the rickshaws to reach the factory. At the door, the closed door was half-opened from the inside, and the driver didn't stop for a moment, he pulled the car and ran into the door.

    "Sister!" A tall and long-legged teenager smiled and stood in the open space behind the gate and waved at Wang Qingqing.

    "It's class time." Wang Qingqing took a look at her pocket watch: "Why are you here?"

    "In equestrian class today, a classmate fell off his horse and broke his bone." The boy shrugged gracefully: "So, we have a half-day vacation."

    "Ah!" Smith, who had just come out of the room, put away his snuff bottle, took out a handkerchief and pressed his big red nose: "Qing, don't worry, the stone mortar is mine. There is no young man who has the most dedication to learning."

    "God bless!" Wang Qingqing drew a cross on her chest: "This little guy is too stubborn and too old to go to school, I always worry that he will have trouble with his classmates for this reason. estranged and unwilling to stay at school."

    "NONONO!" Smith shook his head like a rattle: "Shijiu is a very self-motivated boy, he knows what kind of choice is the most sensible and most beneficial to himself, just like me ,Ha ha ha ha!"

    "Mr. Smith always speaks so exaggeratedly." Shijiu touched his nose uncomfortably.

     

    "It's ready." Smith nodded, then said excitedly: "Qing, can I ask the customer to pay with gold?"

    "Of course!" Wang Qingqing's eyes widened in surprise: "Why not? Now is the era of the gold standard, and they must pay with gold. After all, gold is the most valuable thing."

    "Good! Good! Excellent!" Smith's round blue eyes with pale yellow eyelashes shone with excitement: "Qing, there are many businessmen in our country who are paid for selling cloth to the East. After making money, I always thought that it was better to make money from selling cloth than selling machines, but now I understand that arms are the most profitable industry!"

    While speaking, several people came to the door of a large warehouse. The guards greeted them one by one and pushed open the door of the warehouse.

    There were neatly bound wooden crates, and Smith gently stroked the intoxicated expression of the wooden crates: "This is all shiny gold! "

    "Mr. Smith." Wang Qingqing looked at the label on the box and turned to Smith: "I can tell you responsibly, once this war starts, the whole world will not be peaceful. Our arms business can have a golden age of at least thirty years."

    "Thirty years!" Smith covered his chest and made a suffocating expression: "How much gold can we earn in thirty years?"

    "Oh dear, you can estimate with Mr. Jonas." Wang Qingqing gave him an idea with a smile.

    "Jonas, that German!" Smith hummed, with a complicated expression on his face: "If possible, I really don't want to work with the Germans."

    "I can't do this either." Wang Qingqing spread his hands: "If your cousin can provide us with the design drawings of Herstal, I will not choose to cooperate with the Germans."

    "Miss Ye! I heard it all." A hoarse German sound came from the door, and a bald, dry and short white man appeared at the door of the warehouse.

    "Don't be superstitious about the name of Herstal company, you must know that the Mauser brothers, the inventors of the Mauser gun, are Germans. Now Belgium refuses to make way for us Germany, and our country has already Belgium has declared war and the Mauser brothers have returned to Germany, can Herstal remain the world leader without the Mauser brothers?"

    The old man smiled smugly at Smith as he spoke: "And I, as early as when the Mauser gun first came out, began to research and transform this firearm, I am confident that my modification design will never be better than Hess's. The design of Tal's company is poor. After all, as a friend of the Mauser brothers, I have been involved in the process of Gew98a's launch. As for the understanding of this firearm, apart from the Mauser brothers, I am probably the one who knows best. ."

    "What did he say?" Smith didn't understand German, and he asked Wang Qingqing at a loss.

    "Mr. Jonas said..." Shijie translated Mr. Jonas's words to Smith in fluent English, and Smith rolled his eyes: "Stealing the fruits of a friend's labor is still proud, the German's The behavior was just hilarious."

    "You!" Jonas blushed, turned around and hurried out, Wang Qingqing gave Smith a disapproving look, and hurried out.

    "Humph! How shameful he is." Smith was triumphant.

    "Uh! Mr. Smith, I don't think you should treat Jonas like this." Shimo rolled his eyes and approached Smith: "Your cousin has limited help for us 'the most beautiful', and about Nas is a technical talent, and the firearms transformed by him sell better and have higher value. He is the 'God of Wealth' of our 'the most beautiful man', do you know what the God of Wealth is?"

    "'God of Wealth'? Oh, I know, the sculpture you put in your office, the one you always smoked." Smith nodded vigorously.

      We can earn more gold, Jonas's technology is so precious, it's almost equal to gold, shouldn't you be nice to him in terms of gold's face?"

    "Am I going too far with Jonas?" Smith frowned.

    "It's a little bit." Shijiu looked at Smith's expression and continued to persuade: "You often make him angry, and then he ran back to Germany in a rage, and our 'most beautiful' skills are not good enough. Are we behind others? How can we earn more gold when our products won’t sell well?”

    "I still don't like Germans." Smith shook his head with a look of embarrassment: "The Germans are at war with us."

    "But here is China, the battlefield of Britain and Germany is in Europe, not here." Shijiu spread his hands: "There are no British, Germans and Chinese in 'The Most Beautiful', only a group of People who love gold. We came together to earn more gold, then we should only look at gold and not look at any other national hatred. God, for gold's sake, can you treat him better Son?"

    "I try my best." Smith was moved by Shijiu's tirade, he nodded frowningly: "For the sake of gold, I try my best."

    "Hey, that's right." Shimo took out a gold penny from his pocket and kissed it: "It's all for gold."

    "Dear Stone Mortar." Smith looked at the gold penny in Stone Mortar's hand and his eyes began to sparkle again: "My cousin said he could get the design of the Mills grenade, you said , is the grenade easy to sell?"

    "It must sell well!" Shijiu nodded his head: "If he can get the design of the grenade, the seller | You can take an extra share of the grenade!"

    "Oh! Really?" Smith grinned happily, stimulated by money, he began to praise the stone mortar in the Chinese way: "Shijiu, you are too generous, Just like Qing, they are people who do great things!"

    "You think I'm very similar to my sister?" Shi Jiu was overjoyed.

    "Of course!" Smith said sweetly: "Generous, kind, wise, both of you have those qualities."

    "Yes, my sister is very kind." Shi Ji nodded heavily.

      , how can we find peace in this troubled world?