Li Yaoting was just joking, but Chen Zikun said it seriously.
With the general trend of the world and the Zhili clique at the top of the sky, the remnants of the Anhui clique will never be allowed to continue to occupy Shanghai, Zhejiang and other places.
It will be a matter of time to send troops to the south, and Chen Zikun, as the military envoy to the north of the Yangtze River, will definitely Will be Wu Peifu's vanguard.
Chen Zikun is full of courage, and Li Yaoting has also been prepared.
In the past year, he has made statistics on all the opium dens, brothels, teahouses, and casinos in Shanghai.
He has a clear understanding of how to purchase goods, how to collect payments, and how to organize patrols. , have thousands of kilograms of high-quality opium on hand and scatter them without anyone noticing, and there will be no mistakes.
Li Yaoting could just leave the sales to Li Yaoting.
Chen Zikun came to the office of Springfield & Co., Ltd. in Sassoon Building.
Before he entered the door, he heard the phone ringing inside, and the figures were shaking.
Many men in western clothes and foreign hair were busy coming and going.
Not open to trade.
Seeing Chen Zikun coming in with his head peeping out, a man looked him up and down and said, "Sir, what's the matter?"
Chen Zikun said: "Oh, I'm here to see a friend.
His name is Mu Yichen."
The man said: "Oh, if you're looking for Manager Mu, come in.
He's busy.
You sit down first."
He said and went straight away with a stack of documents.
Chen Zikun walked through the crowd and came to the manager's office.
He saw Mu Yichen sitting at the desk, holding an earpiece in each hand, shouting, and the other two phones on the table were also dinging. .
"Help me buy one hundred lots of Kailuan Coal Mine, yes, buy it immediately."
Mu Yichen put down the microphone on his right, grabbed another and shouted: "Wait a moment."
Then he put it aside and spoke to the person on his left.
The microphone said: "What are you saying?
The price of silver has risen.
Sell it immediately."
Then he put down the phone again, picked up the fourth receiver, and spoke in English this time: "The new goods have arrived at the Shanghai port, okay, I'll send someone to pick them up right away."
After taking a breath, he picked up the microphone he had just put down and said, "I'm sorry, Mr.
Zhang, I've thought about the piece of land you mentioned yesterday.
I'll take it if the price drops by 10%.
Okay, let's have dinner together tonight."
After answering all the calls, Mu Yichen finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He picked up the cup and drank a few sips of coffee.
He took the pencil from his ear and wrote a few lines on the pad.
He cleared his throat with a dry cough. , Mengyao phone, and was about to answer the operator when he suddenly found Chen Zikun standing at the door and stood up quickly: "Senior."
Chen Zikun smiled and said: "You are busy with your business, I just came to take a look."
Mu Yichen welcomed Chen Zikun into the room, poured him some coffee, handed him a cigar, lit it for Chen Zikun, and said, "The office room is too messy.
I'm really embarrassed to make the seniors laugh."
Chen Zikun looked around and said: "It's better to be chaotic.
Having something to do is a hundred times better than having nothing to do.
I hear what you mean.
It seems that the business you do is very complicated."
Mu Yichen's face turned red and he said: "Shanghai is full of opportunities.
Stocks, bonds, foreign exchange, gold and silver agricultural products, land, arms, imported luxury goods.
In addition to pornography, gambling and drugs, we foreign companies can do it.
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I'm thinking of doing it alone.
The arms trade was too easy, so we started.”
Chen Zikun said: "It doesn't matter.
With your intelligence and talent, being a simple arms importer is indeed an underachievement.
I will delegate the power to you.
As long as you make money, our Springfield Foreign Company can get involved.
By the way, I will take care of it this time."
Let’s get some money and buy some ammunition.”
As he spoke, he took out the Standard Chartered Bank check worth 64,000 yuan.
Mu Yichen pondered for a while and said: "The price of American arms is twice as high as that of German goods.
Although the firearms are half sold and half given away, in the long run, Springfield has taken advantage.
We spend high prices to buy ammunition.
After all, we cannot be controlled by others.
Well, it’s better to purchase machinery and make your own ammunition.
Not only can you be self-sufficient, but you can also sell it to others, killing two birds with one stone.”
Chen Zikun's eyes lit up: "Okay, that's what I meant."
Mu Yichen said: "Ammunition looks simple, but it is quite troublesome to produce.
It requires an entire industrial production line.
The production of bullet casings requires copper sheets and stamping machines.
The production of ammunition requires chemical plants, a large amount of nitric acid, and electricity supply.
Power plants require coal, and coal transportation requires railways, so it cannot be built without a certain industrial foundation.
Logically speaking, it is best to locate this factory in Shanghai, but Shanghai is the territory of Lu Yongxiang and He Fenglin."
Chen Zikun said: "The factory is going to be built in Jiangbei.
Whatever is missing, we will build it.
Start step by step.
What machinery needs to be purchased and how much money is needed?
Just give me a list."
Mu Yichen felt a wave of warmth welling up in his heart.
He was so moved by such trust that he couldn't help but said, "Senior, I" Chen Zikun patted him on the shoulder: "You are a career person, I believe in you, that's it, you go about your business, I'm leaving."
After saying that, he left the office room with a cigar in his mouth, and Mu Yichen walked him to the door.
The eloquence stopped.
The trip to Shanghai went smoothly.
Chen Zikun returned to Nantai with two full shipments of goods purchased from Shanghai.
He first invited Li Juren to the Military Guard Office and rewarded him in person for taking the lead in responding to the cigarette planting.
It cost him ten thousand oceans.
If 500 acres of land are planted with sorghum or wheat, the output will be about ten yuan per mu.
The ten yuan will be divided into three parts: the government's land tax, the landlord's rent, and the tenant's retention.
In fact, it can reach Li Juren only had six yuan in his hand.
Now Chen Zikun gave him twenty yuan per mu of land, which was more than three times the amount.
Li Juren was full of joy and his gray beard was pouting.
After returning, he immediately ordered the housekeeper to reward the tobacco farmers.
He also prepared a banquet in the house and asked his newly married concubine to have a few drinks with him.
The concubine drank After taking one mouthful, he couldn't stop vomiting.
Li Juren was so panicked that he quickly sent for a doctor to take a look.
When the doctor from the county came to take a pulse, he was full of congratulations, saying that it was a happy pulse.
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On the occasion of double happiness, the Li Mansion was decorated with lanterns and five thousand firecrackers.
Li Juren was blessed with a son, and his joy was beyond words.
However, the neighbors did not take it seriously.
They all commented privately that Mr.
Juren had a green head.
Green is green, which cannot stop Li Juren from making a fortune.
Following his example, many landowners in Nantai County have thought of growing opium.
Of course, there are also some people who firmly resist opium.
Among them, Gong Jiaxuan, who was the most supportive of him in the past, is the most fierce.
In the Governor's Office, in the scorching summer heat, Chen Zikun is leading his wives to shoot targets in the backyard.
This is a reserved program of the General's Mansion.
Regardless of the maid, wife, servant, or groom, everyone must be able to shoot.
No fines are allowed for shooting, and rewards for accurate shooting.
Since bullets cost nothing, the servants naturally scrambled for the bullets.
Every weekend, gunfire rang out in the backyard, and the county residents were used to it.
The guard duty of the back house is handled by the service team led by Shuangxi and Qingfeng.
There are many orphans and beggars in Nantai County.
They squat at the gate of the city to beg regardless of wind or rain.
Chen Zikun saw that they were pitiful, so he recruited them as service soldiers. , the oldest of these people is no more than fifteen years old, and they are still in the stage of shaping.
Among them, the smart and loyal ones are transferred to the general's mansion, and the others are sent to the army to serve as orderlies for the superiors.
The little orderlies were originally the beggars that everyone hated.
They didn't have enough to eat, didn't wear warm clothes all day long, had sores on their heads, and were a nuisance to everyone.
Now they have transformed into the direct descendants of the commander, wearing two and a half feet of clothing and carrying a lutz. , the social status suddenly improved, everyone was grateful to Chen Zikun, respected him extremely, and was loyal and loyal.
Every time they shot targets, they got the best results.
A cartload of large watermelons were picked from the countryside and they were all used as targets.
The backyard was in a mess, the ground was bright red, and the smoke was pungent.
The service class was full of praise again.
Chen Zikun was about to award a German-made box cannon.
He had always said that Zizi is a toy used by women and children, real men only use box guns.
Suddenly Qingfeng came to report that Gong Zijun, the director of the Logistics Department, was here to pay his respects.
Chen Zikun was wondering why he was busy with official matters since today was Sunday.
When he came to the second hall to receive the reception, he saw that Gong Zijun was not wearing a military uniform.
He was wearing a long gown and holding a folding fan in his hand.
There was a trace of hesitation between his eyebrows.
"Zi Jun, sit down quickly."
Chen Zikun said.
Gong Zijun sat down and said, "Envoy of the Army Guard, I have a letter here from my uncle.
I must give it to you personally."
As he spoke, he took out a letter.
Chen Zikun took it.
He took out the letter and browsed it.
His smiling face froze.
This letter was written by Gong Jiaxiang, general manager of Huijin Bank in the provincial capital.
The letter contained fierce words and scolded Chen Zikun.
Ichiban, call him Drug lord, opium general, and asked where the coal mine factory built with a loan of 200,000 yuan was.
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Gong Jiaxiang said sadly that he had misjudged the person.
He thought Chen Zikun was an upright national hero, but he didn't know that he was actually a complete warlord.
Finally, Chen Zikun was asked to repay the loan of 200,000 yuan, and the business was terminated early.
Chen Zikun did not expect that Gong Jiaxiang would be so enthusiastic about book business, but considering that as a member of Congress, he actually voted for him, he must be a patriotic and angry young man.
It is understandable that he is not as mercenary as a businessman.
"Zi Jun, have you read this letter?"
Chen Zikun gently placed the letter on the table.
Gong Zijun nodded silently, but stopped talking.
"It's okay, just tell me."
Chen Zikun had already guessed what he was going to say.
"With a humble job and a humble job, I can't be qualified for the position of Logistics Director.
I plan to go to the provincial capital to continue my studies, so" "Oh, it doesn't matter.
It's okay to go to school more.
I approve your resignation and just hand over the accounting work to Zhao Yufeng."
"Thank you, Marshal."
Gong Zijun didn't expect that his resignation would go so smoothly.
He was overjoyed and said, "marshal, I'm getting married."
"With the eldest lady of the Xia family?"
"Yes, let's get engaged first and then get married after I'm successful in my studies.
I still have something else I want from you."
"explain."
"Xia Dalong's sins are serious, but he has been seriously ill for a short time.
I still ask the commander to spare his life for the sake of his humble position and his younger brother."
Gong Zijun stood up and bowed deeply, thinking of this request.
It was Xia Jingxi's idea.
Chen Zikun said: "You are wrong.
I am an envoy to protect the army, not a county magistrate, not a judge, and have no judicial power.
However, I will take appropriate care of you.
Go ahead and say congratulations to Miss Xia for me."
"Thank you, military envoy."
Gong Zijun bowed to the end again and withdrew.
Chen Zikun sat in the second hall and pondered for a long time.
He was so upset.
He felt so betrayed and separated from his relatives.
Did I really do something wrong?