"Chief, dealers from various cities have arrived. Would you like to come out to meet them?"
inside the room.
Zhang Heng was meditating, and Zhang Zhentian stood aside and asked cautiously.
"Have you arranged the girl I asked you to arrange?"
"arranged."
"Have the cheongsam and stockings been sent down?"
"Send it."
Zhang Heng nodded silently and said, "Just let those girls put them on and then take them out for a spin."
After one hour.
Zhang Zhentian came back with excitement on his face: "Chief, the silk stockings are so popular that those people have looked straight at them and are now clamoring for bids."
"Um."
Zhang Heng had already anticipated the popularity of stockings.
This thing is urgently needed. Those who claim to be stockings don't have them, and those who fight against war can't.
It's normal to be hot, but you're blind if you're not hot.
"It's been more than half a month, and there's no news from Master Zhaixing. I don't know how the search is going."
Compared to the booming sales of stockings, Zhang Heng was more concerned about finding the teleportation array.
But he also knew that the teleportation array was not easy to find, otherwise Qin Shihuang would have found it back then, and it would not be their turn.
"Clan leader, I'm so happy, so happy!"
noon.
After the bidding of dealers in various cities ended, Zhang Zhentian came to report the results anxiously: "420,000, just for the agency rights in various cities, we sold 420,000 yuan, and this does not include the payment for the order.
"
Zhang Heng was not surprised by this number.
This is the first time. Next time, if he doesn’t sell the agency rights to hundreds of provinces and cities for two million, he won’t be named Zhang.
"Estimate how much the payment will be?"
Zhang Heng asked.
"There should be a million oceans."
Zhang Zhentian added: "I have already taken them to see the production workshop. The assembly line operation of thousands of people shocked their jaws. Coupled with your display of stockings and the endorsement of Hainan Governor's identity,
I can guarantee that an order of one million is the minimum. Among businessmen, there is never a shortage of gamblers."
"one million!"
Zhang Heng muttered this number.
During the Republic of China, labor was cheap, especially in his stockings production line, which employed a large number of female workers with lower wages, thus reducing production costs to a very low level.
For this one million order, he has at least 900,000 in profit. After all, he does not have to pay tax.
"If you are interested in buying, you can sign a contract. We pay first and then pay later. We want bank checks, foreign bank checks, cash, and gold."
Zhang Heng gave the instructions directly.
afternoon.
Except for some people who were still hesitant and dared not sign the contract, more than 300 business representatives from various cities and towns present had already dug into their pockets.
Because it was the first time to buy it, everyone felt a little guilty.
Usually it is purchased for three to five thousand yuan, or ten or twenty thousand, and I plan to buy some first and go back to test the water.
Even so, in the evening when statistics were compiled, the amount of orders signed this afternoon far exceeded Zhang Zhentian's expectations. It was not the expected one million, but 1.8 million.
"A pair of silk stockings cost two oceans, and today we sold 900,000 pairs?"
Zhang Zhentian took a breath of cold air: "They say we are poor, but there are only 40 million people, but we are nothing. But I see, there are many rich people here!"
Zhang Heng didn't take it seriously: "Poor means poor people. Landlords are not poor."
"Who do you think our things are sold to? They are sold to the concubines of the landlords, as well as the eldest girls, young wives, second- and third-bedroom aunts and wives in the city."
"If we sell it for two yuan, these merchants can sell it for three yuan or four yuan."
"For those who can buy silk stockings, she will ask for three yuan or four yuan, and she will never be short of one or two yuan."
"Oh no, hey, she's not our customer."
Zhang Heng said this and then ordered: "For the account of 1.8 million, you should keep 300,000 in the account, and then convert 500,000 into gold and put it in the cellar of my house."
"The remaining one million was divided into two parts. One part of 100,000 was sent to Long Nanguang, and he was asked to take the money to Prince Wuyi and ask the Nanguo Railway Department to build the railway to Kangcheng, Echeng, Yangjiang, and
When we come to Rongcheng, the remaining 900,000 yuan will be used as a reserve fund for railway construction."
The railway must be repaired.
Without railway construction, it would be difficult for business to develop, and his factory in Yangjiang would also be restricted.
It's different with railways.
Taking Dagou Town in Yangjiang County as an example, it only takes one hour for him to travel to and from Echeng, Kangcheng, and Rongcheng counties. Whether he travels by himself or transports troops, he can save a lot of unnecessary time.
"Yes, patriarch."
Zhang Zhentian left happily.
Looking at his leaving figure, Zhang Heng thought to himself: "Where are you now? Guarding this stockings factory, if there is no net profit of 5 million yuan a month, my business will be in vain."
Five million oceans, that is, two million U.S. dollars.
Take the USS Hornet aircraft carrier as an example. The price of a single ship is US$31.8 million, which does not include the cruisers, frigates, submarines and supply ships required to form an aircraft carrier attack group.
Basically, the construction cost of a complete aircraft carrier battle group in the US military is at least US$1 to 2 billion.
As far as Zhang Heng is concerned, even after he opens overseas markets, his annual net profit is estimated to be only 50-60 million US dollars, which is like half an aircraft carrier battle group.
So after the silk stockings factory, he had to develop some other industries, and then build the arsenal factory.
Otherwise, there is little hope of having a fight with 'Little Life' at sea within five years.
As for what kind of business he would like to start, he has already thought about it.
The next step is to dig iron ore in Hainan, build a steelmaking plant, and connect with the arsenal.
At that time, there will be a shortage of talent to recruit talents and a shortage of technology to buy technology. The railway tracks will be laid directly in front of the house, and all kinds of commodities and arms will be opened to be sold to the north.
If you do this for three to five years, you will definitely be able to fight with 'Little Life.'
When the time comes, its fleet will be paralyzed. An island country will be nothing without its navy.
Finally, he took his relatives, friends, and soldiers with him and soared with Maoshan, frightening the general and paralyzing him on the marshal's chair.
"Senior Brother"
Just thinking about it.
Zhang Bingdao's voice came from outside the door: "Master asked me to ask you if you would like to go with him to host the salvation ceremony tonight."
"Transcendence Dharma Conference?"
Zhang Heng called Zhang DaDa in, his face full of doubts: "Who has come to do something good and want to create such a big scene as the Transcendence Dharma Conference?"
"Senior brother, have you forgotten what day today is?"
Zhang DaDa looked at him with hesitation and hesitation.
"day?"
Zhang Heng muttered: "August 28, what happened?"
Zhang boldly scratched his head and said with a smile: "Senior brother, you are so used to the solar calendar that you have forgotten that today is the half of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the Ghost Festival."
“It’s the Hungry Ghost Festival!”
Zhang Heng suddenly realized: "I've been so busy these past few days that I've forgotten all the time."
After saying that, Zhang Heng said to Zhang Bingdao again: "You haven't had dinner yet. I'll ask the chef to cook some vegetables later, and we'll go to the Taoist temple to eat. After we're full, we'll go to save the souls of the dead."
"Brother, this is a good idea."
Zhang boldly agreed with both hands. After he finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something again and muttered: "Brother, have you heard about that matter?"
"What's up?"
Zhang Heng asked while ordering people to prepare meals.
After the others left, Zhang boldly stepped forward and whispered: "Let's invite the master of the temple. It seems that the deadline is coming. I murmured about this when I saw the master offering incense to the master last night."
"What did you hear?"
Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I just heard a rough idea, saying that Uncle Qian is a senior brother and he won't argue with him."
Zhang DaDa carefully observed Zhang Heng's reaction and whispered: "Senior brother, what do you mean by master? He doesn't want to be the master of the invitation temple. Does he want to give it to his uncle?"
Zhang Heng glanced at him and said nothing.
After a while, the dishes prepared by the kitchen were served. Zhang Heng glanced at the food box on the table and said, "You should go back with the food first. It suddenly occurred to me that I still have something to do in the evening, so I will hold a religious ceremony."
not going."
"Yes, senior brother."
Zhang boldly walked away with three turns.
After he left, Zhang Heng picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip, sighing: "Master, master, if I normally wouldn't say anything, but now we have big plans in sight, I can't refuse the position of palace master!"
Please invite the master of the temple, Zhang Heng has never met him.
I only know that this is Master's uncle, one of the elders of Maoshan, who is already very old.
However, those who practice Taoism will be aware of their own life and death.
Not long after Xu Zhen received the news, it showed that the old palace master still had at least half a year to live and would not leave immediately.
"Half a year!"
Zhang Heng thought about this time and said: "Here, prepare a car to go to Goose City."
Two hours later.
The time came to seven o'clock in the evening.
Zhang Heng entered the city gate of Echeng by car and went straight to the newly built Taoist temple built by Master Qian.
"It's so grand, this is a small manor!"
Zhang Heng looked at the magnificent Taoist temple built in front of him and thought to himself: "Master Qian has saved all his life's money. I'm afraid all the money has been thrown into it, right?"
Before arriving, Zhang Heng was not sure.
But after seeing this half-Taoist temple, half-manor leisure resort, Zhang Heng was already confident.
"Hey, junior brother!"
When Zhang Heng walked in, Qian Shui happened to come out: "Junior brother, why didn't you notify me when you came?"
"Where's the uncle?"
Zhang Heng asked while looking Qian Shui up and down: "I haven't seen him in more than half a year, and he has grown a lot taller!"
"hey-hey."
Qian Shui was extremely happy and replied: "My master is in the Taoist temple. He will be very happy to know that you are here."
Zhang Heng smiled and did not answer the question, but asked about something else: "Today, during the Ghost Festival, did Master not go to perform any rituals for the ghosts?"
"I burned some paper in the afternoon and thought about it."
Qian Shui did not regard Zhang Heng as an outsider and whispered: "In order to build this Taoist temple, Master smashed all the coffins in. There has been no business recently, but he is always angry with me."
Zhang Heng understood in his heart, and the smile on his face became stronger: "I have something to say to my uncle, which is not suitable for you to listen to. You can go outside for a while and come back later."
Zhang Heng took the money and water directly.
After Qian Shui left, Zhang Heng opened the door and entered the Taoist temple, and immediately saw Qian Zhenren taking a nap.
"Uncle!"
As soon as Zhang Heng opened his mouth, he woke up Zhenren Qian.
Just when Qian Zhenren was about to scold him, he turned around and saw that it was Zhang Heng. He put back the sweet words in his mouth and asked cheerfully: "It's Ah Heng, why are you here?"
Zhang Heng stood up and saluted: "Uncle, I am here to wish you good luck."
"Hello?"
Zhenren Qian was a little puzzled and asked, "What's the joy?"
"Congratulations, uncle, my uncle is about to die soon. You and my master are the only heirs. Now, my master has decided not to argue with you. You are a senior brother. You should be the master of this palace. How can there be a junior brother?"
For the reason of fighting with my senior brother, it is already a certainty that you will become the master of the temple, isn’t it worthy of my congratulations to you?”
With that said, Zhang Heng gave another salute to Master Qian.
When Master Qian heard this, he was very happy.
As a result, before he could speak, Zhang Heng sighed again: "What a pity, what a pity."
"What's the pity?"
Qian Zhenren was happy when he was choked by Zhang Heng's flip.
"It's a pity that this manor is such a good place. I took a look at it and put a lot of thought into it. Now that my uncle is gone, this place will probably be abandoned."
Zhang Heng walked around the room: "Okay, it's really good. These woods should be century-old woods from Lingui Mountain District. They look majestic and vigorous, and they don't look like ordinary materials."
Upon hearing this.
Qian Zhenren's face showed a look of distress. He had finally bought this family property, but now he wanted to leave. How could he let it go?
"well!"
Zhang Heng sighed again: "Master nephew, I have just conquered Hainan. The people there believe in witchcraft and are in need of a true cultivator to guide them."
"Originally, I wanted to appoint you as the special commissioner of the South China Sea and a third-grade blessing mage, responsible for all sacrificial and blessing activities in the South China Sea."
"When the time comes, you will be a high-ranking official and enjoy the glory. When you go out, someone will lead the horse, and when you enter, someone will fall off the pedal. It is not in vain for you to call me nephew. Unfortunately, you may not have time."
"But it's okay. High mountains and flowing water are what I pursue as a Taoist. Some wealth in the world is nothing more than floating clouds."
"By the way, Uncle Master, I heard that Maoshan Mountain has high mountains and dangerous roads, and there are many miasmas on it."
"My nephew, I brought a few quilts with me when I came here. They are all made of good cotton. You can take them with you when you leave. It is cold at night in the mountains and the humidity is heavy. Put on a few layers of thick quilts to avoid suffering."
Speaking of which.
Zhang Heng slapped his head: "I almost forgot, Master, when you go back this time, you need to buy some more snacks, rattles, feather deer and the like to take with you."
"The three elders have decided that Maoshan will accept another three hundred disciples, and the elders on the mountain and the hall masters will be responsible for teaching them to replenish fresh blood."
"You bring some children's toys up the mountain. Those children will definitely like you. If there are any that you like, you can accept ten or eight of them. This will save you the loneliness of the ancient Qingdeng statue on the mountain."
Listen to each sentence.
Qian Zhenren's face became more and more pale, until it turned purple in the end.
He likes to drink and eat meat, make a lot of money, and yearns for the life of those high-ranking officials.
If I go back to the mountain and become the master of the temple, guarding the scriptures and a group of children all day long, will I be able to live the rest of my life?
"Master Nephew, do you really plan to appoint me as a third-grade blessing mage to be responsible for all sacrificial activities in the South China Sea?"
Mr. Qian didn't believe it.
"This can still be fake. There are many Miao and Li people over there who believe in witchcraft."
"If these millions of people can believe in my Maoshan Tao, it will be a great merit."
When Zhang Heng said this, he sighed again and said: "Unfortunately, uncle, you are going to return to Maoshan soon. I'll ask Uncle Lin Jiu later. He is the special commissioner of Rongcheng now. If not, please let him go."
Able people should do more work."
"How can that be done!"
Qian Zhenren became anxious when he heard this: "Hainan has a population of one million and governs thousands of miles. Lin Jiu has no hair on his lips and is not efficient in his work. He is not like your uncle and me. Look at my beard, and I can tell you that I am a workman."
"
When Zhang Heng heard this, he shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, uncle, you are going back to Maoshan soon, how can I trouble you?"
"Who said I want to go back to Maoshan?"
Qian Zhenren stepped forward and took Zhang Heng's hand: "Your uncle, I am not afraid of hardship or tiredness. Please let me bear this heavy burden in Hainan."