"Master Ma, how do you like this textile workshop?"
These words, let alone reaching Zhang Xingyi’s ears, would be misleading.
Just how to explain it to Guan Ji after a while is still a problem.
Feng Yong decisively stopped dwelling on this topic.
Not easy!
Ma Su chuckled, his face became more friendly, and he stretched out three fingers, "I also know your difficulties. You are not the only one who has the final say in this workshop. Well, as I said last time, this year's wool
How about the woven cloth being divided into 30 and 70%?"
Feng Yong shook his head, "It's impossible. I said it last time. If you get 30-70 points, you can only pay back. How about I quit directly and let Taishou Ma take over the workshop?"
Ma Di almost glared at this kid's shameless behavior.
Not to mention whether he dares to take over this workshop, even if he dares, without this guy, who knows what will happen next?
If Zhao Erlang, Wang Zishi, Li Wenxuan and others misunderstood something, they would be in trouble on the spot, not to mention that the queen had a hand in it.
Once something goes wrong, it would be a small matter if the workshop was destroyed, but it would be a big deal if it directly ruined the Prime Minister's arrangements.
I'm afraid even the Prime Minister won't let me go by then.
"Let's do this, Governor Ma. You also know that the wool collected by the imperial court can only be handed over to my workshop for one year at most. By next year, when the prime minister has prepared enough manpower, he will definitely hand over the wool to other places."
Feng Yong said, glanced at Ma Su, and continued, "So I have worked hard for so long, that is, I can make some money this year. Why would Ma Su keep an eye on me even this year?"
Ma Su had a slightly embarrassed look on his face.
This old man, now he knows what shame is?
Feng Yong felt contempt in his heart, but continued to pretend to be pitiful on his face.
"This spinning wheel and loom must be extremely important to the Prime Minister. I won't hide it. Next year, without the Prime Minister opening his mouth, I will offer it with both hands. How about it?"
"really?"
"A gentleman's words."
"It's hard to chase a horse."
The old man and the young man slapped their palms together, and the agreement was reached.
Ma Di felt that he was going too far in this matter, but the things in his hands were all important matters related to the family and the country, so he couldn't help but be cruel.
Immediately he wanted to make some compensation to Feng Tubao, so he said, "Don't worry, although the Guan and Zhang mansions are the homes of princes, but you have made such great contributions to the Han Dynasty, I think the prime minister will not treat you badly.
"
After thinking about it, I felt that what I said was a bit vague, so I continued to explain, "Even if I can't reward you generously at this time, I will definitely not let you down in the future. Well, I owe you a favor this time. Regarding this little lady,
I will do my best to help you, how about that?"
After saying that, he didn't explain anything to Feng Yong and just left.
Feng Yong was left a little confused.
Regarding Zhang Xingyi, what can you help me with? I told you to help me?
Thinking of this, Feng Yong suddenly realized, you old man, you are doing me a disservice now!
"Hey, Governor Ma, please speak clearly before you leave! What do you mean you are helping me?"
Feng Yong quickly waved and shouted.
Ma Su, who had already driven away in the car, did not answer. He just extended his hand to the outside of the car and waved.
This Ma Su, at least in his thirties, shouldn't act randomly, right?
Feng Tuchel forced himself to comfort himself.
It's just that he didn't remember that just now he was calling someone a big mouth.
To paraphrase what I just said, there is only a wrong name, how can there be a wrong name?
"Brother, are you really going to hand over this spinning wheel and loom to the imperial court?"
After Ma Su left, Li Qiu came out from a corner and asked in a low voice.
"This is inevitable. From the beginning, I never thought that I could keep it from outsiders."
Feng Yong sighed, thinking that if it were an ordinary person's home, there might be a possibility of keeping it secret.
But in a large-scale workshop like ours, how could it be possible to keep it secret?
What's more, it's something related to Zhuge Yao's plan for the Northern Expedition?
Rather than hiding it and having it exposed in the end, it is better to give it out generously.
This will not only give a good impression to Old Demon Zhuge, but also take the opportunity to bargain.
"I understand the truth, but when things come to a close, I still feel a little pity."
Li Qiu was not the kind of person who couldn't understand the situation, so he just sighed.
"What's the pity?"
But Feng Yong chuckled, not looking as angry as before, with a sly look on his face, "We will make enough for this year. We won't have to ask for help next year, so what are we afraid of?"
Except for monopolies, Feng Yong has never felt that state-owned enterprises can do better than private enterprises as long as they are on the same level.
As long as there is officialdom, bureaucracy will never disappear.
No matter how fair and strict Zhuge Yao is, he can only reduce bureaucracy, but it is impossible to completely eliminate it.
It has been like a ball for more than a thousand years. How can it be so easy to eliminate it?
Besides, no one except Feng Yong himself knows what kind of potential this captive breeding can unleash.
When purchasing wool from barbarians, regardless of whether they admit it or not, the supply of raw materials always depends on others' opinions.
No matter how stupid the Hu people are, if they don’t know the value of wool in one or two years, how can they not know it in three or four years? When the time comes, they will raise the price, will you raise the price?
As long as you don't completely control the Hu people, this risk will always exist.
It's different if you open your own pasture to raise sheep. As for your own wool, you can harvest it however you want. Who can take care of it?
Even if you pinch it very hard, it will just make the sheep bleat twice. What are you afraid of?
So until no one knows how many sheep Feng Yong's pasture can raise, and before there is no crisis in the wool supply, everyone's eyes will only be fixed on the spinning wheel and loom.
Feng Tubiao said it didn't matter. After this year, anyone who wants it can come and get it. Anyway, I'm not afraid.
But at this time, Li Qiu and Li Qiu couldn't explain it clearly. They just said: "Don't worry, I have my own concerns about this matter."
Then he looked behind Li Qiu and saw that Guan Ji had not appeared. He sighed and asked, "Where is Guan Ji?"
Li Qiu glanced at Feng Yong with a strange expression, coughed dryly, and said, "Ms. Guan, you just left alone."
Damn, this damn horse has a big mouth!
Why did Feng Yong give in just now? It was because of this. The more he continued to struggle with that matter, the more unclear he became in explaining it. What would Guan Ji, who was hiding behind, think?
These days, it took a lot of effort to coax Guan Ji to be sweet with him, but he didn't expect that when Ma Su came, he opened his big mouth and immediately knocked her back to her original shape.
If he had known this earlier, he might as well have asked Guan Ji to wait for him in the yard.
Feng Tubiao thought with a sigh.
So Feng Tibi had to muster up his courage, walked into Guan Ji's yard, and called "Sanniang" several times, but no one answered.
Not giving up, he knocked on Guan Ji's door again, and finally pushed the door open without permission, only to find that there was no one there.
When he came out dejectedly and returned to his yard, Amei came up to him and said: "Master, Madam Guan is waiting in the house."
When Feng Yong heard this, he was overjoyed and thought that Guan Jiguo was a sensible and generous person.
"Sanniang, why are you here?"
Feng Yong pushed open the door of his room and just said something, but he didn't expect Guan Ji to shake something in his hand, "Brother, why is this thing here with you?"
As soon as Feng Tibi saw it, cold sweat started to flow from his forehead.