Chapter one hundred and sixty-ninth willing to die for adults
Guaiguai Longdi Dong, stir-fried leeks and green onions.
After listening to Vice President Bo's project introduction, Jia Liu wanted to slap himself twice.
Why?
He is not worthy of being an official.
I put my head in my trousers and came up with a good deal to rob armored trucks, thinking I was making a lot of money, but the number of times I robbed it was still not enough to catch up with the project that the vice president of Renbo just talked about.
At first, Ah Fu calculated carefully and reported ten thousand taels, but Jia Liu changed one into ten. He thought that earning ninety thousand taels was enough, but he was worried that he would not be able to bear more and would suffer from indigestion.
But the vice president of Renbo said, the starting price of this project is one million taels of silver, and the net profit is ninety-nine times.
Can this brain compare?
President Bo said it very well. The money belongs to the imperial court. Why did the imperial court appropriate the money?
Counter rebellion.
What does the flag-bearer guerrilla camp do?
Counter rebellion.
That makes sense.
As long as the money is used to counter the rebellion and not spent elsewhere, it will be worthy of the court and the Qing Dynasty, so don't have any psychological burden.
In order to make Jia Tulu kick his heart in the stomach, Vice President Bo gave an example, how much does it cost to build a bunker here in Jinchuan?
No money required!
Why not spend money?
Manpower does not cost the people money, and stones are obtained from local materials. How much does it cost? At most, the people are responsible for a meal.
But guess how much a bunker was reported to the Ministry of Household Affairs by Sichuan 20 years ago?
Three thousand taels.
How much does it cost to apply for one now?
Five thousand taels.
How many bunkers were built in total before and after? On paper, there were almost 10,000, but in reality it was probably less than half.
The cost of repairing the forts in the past thirty years has been at least 40 to 50 million taels.
In addition to building forts, deploying troops, money and food expenses, ordnance consumption, camp construction, toilet paper for wiping buttocks, and wear and tear on clothes and shoes
The money spent was gone. In the past three years to the 35th year of Qianlong's reign, the Ministry of Household Affairs had raised more than 60 million taels.
Counting the expenditures of the past twenty years or so, how much money did the imperial court spend on a place as big as a palm like Jinchuan?
If you really calculate this account carefully, it will scare you to death.
Where did the money go?
Everyone who sees you up and down has a share.
Stealing a cash transport truck is a trick played by children. Embezzling military pay is also a low-level method.
It is smart to be aboveboard and generate income legally and reasonably.
Don’t be afraid to let the emperor know about this matter, because everyone from the governor to the front-line managers has a share.
Who has trouble with money?
What made Jia Liu even more shocked was that Bo Qing'e even suspected that Wen Fu's death was a conspiracy, saying that the master of the middle hall might not have died at the hands of the rebels, but at the hands of his own people.
The reason is that Wen Fu is a headstrong person, but he also hates evil and cannot get sand into his eyes, so he hums.
Jia Liu was so stunned that he didn't dare to speak.
In the end, Vice Chairman Bo decided that Jia Liu should be divided into one hundred thousand taels, and the rest should be divided by him. He said that the governor should be divided, the staff below should be divided, the specific officials in charge should be divided, and the minor officials running errands should also be divided.
All in all, only three to five points fell into the hands of Master Bo, and not many of them fell into his hands.
His face was exactly the same as Jia Liu's when he deceived Zu Yingyuan, leaving Jia Liu speechless.
"Don't worry, can I still hurt you?"
Vice-President Bo, who is eager to make up for his losses, is worried that Jia Liu, who is married to Gege and will become Batulu at a young age, refuses to join in the same trap, and that his words will be in vain.
Jia Liu drank the cold tea in one gulp and asked directly: "How much do you want to share with me?"
After receiving the reply of one hundred thousand taels, Jia Liu said, and he entrusted the matter to Vice President Bo.
Before leaving, he suddenly turned around and said to Lao Bo: "Those people called me a bastard who raised the flag and looked down on me. Does that mean that if they all die, I will no longer be a bastard, but a real Batulu?"
"My little master! What nonsense are you talking about? I won't kill you!"
Vice President Bo was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He covered Jia Tulu's mouth, as if he was begging his grandfather to sue his grandmother.
The old guy is really afraid that Jia Liu will dare to think and do anything, because this kid has Hailancha's life on his hands.
"Look at how scared the adults are, do I have what it takes?"
Jia Liu smiled honestly.
When the wind blew out, I thought about it carefully: originally he could earn 90,000 taels, but Lao Bo joined in and turned the project into a million taels. It stands to reason that he should earn 20,000 to 300,000 taels. How did he end up with this? After calculating the accounts, he has ten thousand taels more than before?
I was so angry that I wanted to go back to Bo Qing and pluck my forehead, but then I thought about the wind blowing the egg shells, and the wealth would be gone and people would be happy.
It doesn't matter how much money he earns. What's important is that this project can tightly bind him to the governor and several handling officials and form an actual community of interests. Isn't this better than him working alone?
Fulehun is a big corrupt official. Chairman Li made it clear. The governor's name is on Mutuna's account book.
Instead of threatening the Governor with the account book, it would be better to make the Governor willing to board the ship.
The result is the same, but the properties are different.
I was originally thinking about how to get in touch with Fulhun, but now I don’t have to worry about it. President Bo Fu will take care of everything.
Moreover, when doing this for the first time, you should always be cautious.
Once you figure out the rules up and down, you can just go it alone.
The project matters will be left to Bo. Jia Liu will at most choose a venue when the time comes, and will be busy helping out in the next few days.
Capturing a fort doesn't mean you have to capture it, you have to be prepared.
I heard that Fukang'an was stepping up his training of the Jilin Tiger-Clothed Tengpai soldiers who came from outside the customs. Jia Liu couldn't be idle. He had to gather the Sauron soldiers under his command first.
We can't let him wear three layers of armor and wear it himself.
The group of Sauron soldiers who broke out separately were abandoned in a place called Sanjiazhai after the death of Hai Lancha.
Madrid took the transfer order and transferred the people over. Jia Liu immediately met the Sauron soldiers. As a result, these former Qing war heroes looked more pitiful than beggars. They were still wearing cotton-padded clothes and even summer clothes on a hot day. None were given.
Many people also lost their weapons, and less than half had armor.
His energy and spirit were obviously much worse, and he did not have the energy to fight for anything. Instead, he only shrank. When he saw Jia Liu, who was wearing a yellow mantle and wearing a flowered feather on his head, all the Sauron soldiers subconsciously knelt down and worshiped.
Jia Liu wanted to say something, but instead he told Madri to buy wine and meat.
After the wine and meat were served, Sauron's soldiers did not dare to eat.
"You can eat as much as you are told, and you will collapse when you are exhausted!"
Madri and his Sauron soldiers came forward and poured wine and meat for these tribesmen, and then took the lead in eating and drinking. Only in this way did the remaining Sauron soldiers who were abandoned in Sanjiazhai dare to eat and drink.
Jia Liu sat on the edge and watched the remnants of Sauron devouring their food. When they finished eating and drinking, he clapped his hands and several silver boxes were immediately carried out.
Open it, and there are twelve silver ingots coded inside.
The remnants of Sauron's soldiers stared blankly at the silver box and took the silver ingots from the hands of the tribesmen who had followed Master Jia before.
"Follow me from now on. You will have glory and wealth while you are alive. When you die, I will support your wife, children and children."
Jia Liu stood up with his hands behind his hands.
All the remnants of Sauron's soldiers knelt down with a plop: "I am willing to die for you!"