Volume 3 [A Tiger's Roar Shocks the Heroes] NO.7 Aiming to Destroy the Village
【Urban Myth Group:1914632】
This kind of gathering of friends has a long history. It may be traced back to the Han Dynasty. It was popular in the Tang, Song and Five Dynasties. It was finally finalized in Jiangnan and Huaihe during the Ming Dynasty. By the time of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, it basically became a non-governmental organization that secretly opposed the Manchu and Qing government.
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The most systematic one was Hong Quan, which later developed into a gang that was beyond control.
The money raised by the Chamber of Commerce is called annual money. Each gang member sets an amount every year, and the rotating president and elders take the lead in paying the fees. The amount varies. In the most prosperous years, thirty-three members of the Sushang Group used silver.
It can reach 70 million taels a year, which is higher than the Qing government's income.
Most of the private hot money transactions would involve going overseas. The Manchu Qing Dynasty, which was closed to the country, was naturally not allowed to go to sea. However, at that time, the Wu family of the Thirteenth Line was the largest, and the Nanyang surnames also focused on their mother country, and obtained a lot of silver and gold from Japan, Southeast Asia, and Siam.
Then the nature changed. During those years of boxing clubs, in order to maintain stability, the club members also recruited many brave men from the world of martial arts to come and control the scene. These people gathered together to get some luck, so they would compete for the top spot.
Just like the martial arts leaders in martial arts novels, even though the structure is a bit smaller, they are just the leaders of one place, and when they meet the leaders of a province, they naturally still have to perform the courtesy of juniors.
When the members gather together, the leader will give priority to using the large amount of funds gathered to strengthen himself. Each family hopes to grow stronger, so in the end, in order to compete for the position of president, it also evolved into a competition among the masters of each family to be the leader.
During the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, the reward for a leader was an actual five thousand taels of silver. When each family's meal was taken directly from the warehouse and laid out in the shape of a big nine, this was the reward the leader deserved.
All in all, there is no difference from the current lockdown.
Zhang Bi glanced at it and understood that these people were probably just raising money through gambling. Xia Zhen explained to him that even if one of the forty-three families here paid 100 million,
, it also costs 4.3 billion. If the fund is established and listed to make money, the dividends will naturally not be small.
Setting up a competition is probably just fighting for the right to use it first.
What I didn't expect was that there were actually foreigners here, and there seemed to be quite a few.
"Why are there still foreigners here?" Zhang Bi asked Xia Zhen.
"I don't know. It seems that they were introduced by other companies. There are seven of them. They paid a lot of money. The overseas funds are controlled by Chinese businessmen, and the annual dividends are hundreds of millions. For them, this little money
, it doesn’t matter. The rate of return is high.”
Xia Zhen finally had some sense, then looked at Zhang Bi and asked strangely: "You seem to be quite familiar with the ways here?"
Zhang Bi nodded: "Understand, our ancestors have fought for the leadership and the position of the head of the guild hall."
Seeing that Xia Zhen couldn't understand, he smiled and said, "Forget it, it's quite troublesome to explain."
But Zhang Bi didn't understand one thing. The guild hall was full of serious Han descendants. During the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, many Manchu dignitaries tried to sneak in but failed. Why did foreign devils come in now?
"Let's fight!"
Zhang Ben couldn't understand the connection and didn't want to think too much, so he asked Xia Zhen to lead him there without a visa. The family of Baozhuang wanted to be exempted from the visa. Speaking of which, it was a sweep and he couldn't get off the platform.
At best, it sounds like a man full of pride, but at worst, it sounds like a toad yawning—what a loud tone!
“Ms.
A money rat with a jade in its mouth clearly identifies one of the big shopkeepers.
"I...I..." Xia Zhen hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth: "Let's blow up the banker!"
Crunch!
The folding fan in the middle-aged man's hand suddenly made a sound. It was because he was frightened. The master wiped the sweat from the fright and said with a smile: "Miss Xia, please don't talk nonsense."
"We're going to blow up the banker!" Xia Zhen continued.
"Hold on."
The master cupped his hands and quickly retreated in. There were many strong men standing around, all of whom stared with wide eyes: "Destroying the banker? This is obviously to destroy the face of the banker. This is a competition! This is a fight for the leader!"
Today, the Tao family of Forty-Three is setting up shop, a leading company in the hardware industry on the edge of Taihu Lake. It has dozens of overseas minerals, strong strength, and high-level people. Generally speaking, no one dares to slander their face.
Fighting for the leadership of the guild is a matter of face. In addition, each company has a big business, but there are many places where it cannot afford to spend money. Overseas investment also requires a large amount of funds. Therefore, if the guild can be used first, this
With enough money, it is not difficult to become fat.
There are only two competitions in a year, one in spring on the second day of February and one in autumn on the eighth day of October!
Eleven more masters came out one after another. The jade pendants on their waists were those of other members of Twelve Yuanchen. Each of them was holding a folding fan and wearing a long gown, as if they were filming a movie.
The leader, who was estimated to be seventy or eighty years old, wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and coughed: "Miss Xia, I wonder if you represent your Tian family or an individual today?"
"It has nothing to do with the Tian family, it's just my personal opinion."
The old man hummed, nodded, then took out a thick roster, circled it with a blue pen, and the brush was stained with indigo, and wrote: On the eighth day of October, the Xia family's daughters compete for the top spot.
The old man wrote clearly and clearly that Xia Zhen had nothing to do with the Forty-Three Family, he just used the process to compete for the lead and earn some pocket money.
"Miss Xia, how much money did you bring?" The old man opened the roster, wrote some words in traditional Chinese characters, and finally looked up at Xia Zhen.
"Two...two million."
As soon as these words came out, the twelve masters and shopkeepers were all shocked and stood there for a long time!
After a long time of fussing, it turned out to be two million pistachios!
However, the old man squinted his eyes and glanced at Zhang Bi, who was standing upright behind Xia Zhen. He was wearing a southern-style short coat, red silk kung fu pants, and a pair of white-soled black kung fu shoes. He was holding a big bag in his hand.
It's mighty.
After thinking for a while, the old man asked seriously: "Little brother, I wonder what your relationship is with the Zhang family in Yangzhou?"
Seeing that the old man had a kind face, Zhang Ben put down his bag, clasped his fists and bowed as a junior: "The ancestral hall is in Yangzhou."
"Well... I met senior Zhang Degong when I was a child. When he was sixty years old, he kicked his youngest son out of the house. Looking at it in front of Weiyuan Hall, I always thought that the young man would fight back to Yangzhou. Unexpectedly, he was beaten
The world is falling."
Zhang Degong had a young son, Zhang Sanxian, when he was forty years old. Later, he kicked Zhang Sanxian out of the house. I heard that a stone statue of the general in front of Weiyuan Hall was broken.
Zhang Ben cupped his hand and said nothing more. Seeing that he was silent, the old man said nothing more and wrote down the number with a red pen: two million.
I don't know how many people were dumbfounded when they heard that someone was busting the banker. Fighting for the leader is just for fun. The banker was busted for forty-two games in a row. Among the forty-three masters, which one is weak?
Many people gathered around to see who the masters were. Several foreigners were blond and blue-eyed, but they spoke serious Chinese and even gave the twelve senior masters the courtesy of juniors in a very genuine manner.
"Big shopkeeper, I wonder who is going to blow up the banker?"
A tall, handsome guy with blond hair and blue eyes asked with a smile.
"Wang John, you have nothing to do here, just stay here!"
Next to the old man, an old man with a tiger-moon-swallowing jade pendant hanging on his waist glared at him and scolded him.
This foreign devil named John Wang actually retreated respectfully.
Huh? How could this happen?
Zhang Ben is becoming more and more puzzled?
Perhaps seeing Zhang Bi's confusion, the shopkeeper said with a smile: "His mother is from England, and his father is from the Nanyang royal family. After all, he has Han blood, so he can be considered a son of the Han family."
Zhang Ben was relieved, and then he cupped his fists and raised his hands towards the fake foreign devil. John Wang actually returned the salute skillfully.
This made Zhang Bi feel a little cautious.
At this time, a crowd of people came out of the lobby. The one headed by Da Ma Jin Dao was the disciple of the Tao family who was setting up the village today, followed by a dozen burly men. They were all mediocre men no matter how you looked at them.