Brothers (two)

In Peiping, the most lively and miserable place now is Mingdi Tower, which has bloody storms that ordinary people cannot experience. Every day, with the bell ringing "Cangdang", some people always jump up happily, and some people hold their heads and squat on the ground.

"It's over, it's all over. This time the Xie family ran away quietly. What should I do?" A Shandong man was so sad that he staggered. "What should I pay for the money he owed the Gao family?"

"You have to pay back the debt if you owe it." The three-story building opposite Mingdi Building is the headquarters of Liaomeng Trading Federation. Fatty Gao threw the account book on the desk, stretched proudly, grabbed the silver bell at his hand and shook it. Hearing the ringtone, the pretty girl Qing'er walked in from the outside in a long skirt, first took away the stack of documents in front of Fat Gao, and then brought him a bunch of new documents.

Another business was acquired by Liaomeng Liancai, and Fatty Gao's wallet was a little bit louder. Wu Anguo, who was sitting opposite Gao Deyong, nodded and smiled. Before the sniper battle in the stock market in Peking, Gao Deyong joined the Liaomeng Liancai, which was bossed by Su Ceyu as he wished, with the recommendation of most shareholders. Then he used his means to use the funds that everyone had collected to fight with Wang, Xie, Di, Bai and his followers in the stock market. In that scene, even Wu Anguo, who had experienced the bloody battle in Liaodong, felt thrilling. Fatty Gao was right: "The key to gambling is to see who has enough capital. With sufficient capital, there will be countless opportunities to make a comeback. Under the temptation of interests, no one will accept it when they meet. The reason why the gambler left the casino was either dawn or lost all the last copper coin on his body."

The sufficient funds made the three of them feel like fish in water. Wu Anguo did not expect that these three people would have such a thorough understanding of capital operations. If they were born in the 20th century, any of these three people would be no match for him. The tricks he heard about in the stock market in later generations, as long as he had a little reminder, the three of them could immediately deduce them. And as time went by, the three of them became more and more skillful in cooperation, and the methods became more and more sophisticated. Some methods were no longer understood by Wu Anguo. They often needed to explain for a long time to understand the key points.

The addition of more than 40 students in Peking Academy made the three of them even more powerful. After the calculations of the students of Peking Academy, the three of them could basically do whatever they wanted. Several black merchants and their followers could organize a counterattack at the beginning, and gradually they could only resist and not fight back. However, what Wu Anguo wanted was not just controlling the stock market, but the appetite of the Gao Fatty and the Zhan brothers was not just the silver circulating in the stock market. Wu Anguo, who had been ruthless, cooperated with Gao Fatty, who was already ruthless, and Gao Fatty, who cooperated with him in a strange tacit understanding.

The army of King Yan captured Beihelin, and the Xie family, which had close ties with the north, had to retreat first. Some small businesses that were fleeing after the Xie family on weekdays came and fled without rushing. They were cleaned up one by one by Fatty Gao, and there was no way out at all. Within a few days, more than ten small businesses changed hands, and the nearest one was in Yongping, and the farthest one was headquartered in Quanzhou. However, the reception staff of the Liaomeng Lianjiao were busy. Every day, people received the account books from Fatty Gao, the headquarters, and excitedly embarked on the road to accept new stores.

"Marty, I have found a few more opportunities." As if I knew Wu Anguo's intentions, Fatty Gao walked to the edge of his book with a cup of Junshan silver needle. Wu Anguo took out the stock market rules that were already covered with red circles, followed Gao Deyong's instructions, and made several marks on it.

"Let me see, let me see." The Zhan brothers who were working in the same room came over and thought about the newly marked place. After a while, the boss Zhan Zhen slapped his head, "Hey, why didn't I expect it? If I had seen this before, the richest man in Beijing now was me, Zhan Zhen, and what's the matter with the fifth brother?"

"Have you two made less money to build roads? From Peking to Liaoyang, you have been practicing a road for more than three years but have not completed it. They are like your practice. Those Western paths cannot be practiced for hundreds of years." Fatty Gao was in a good mood, and his fingers were calculated one by one, pulling the old background of the Zhan brothers.

"I said, Lao Gao, go and try it. There is no one in the place for hundreds of miles. My road construction team has to send people back to transport food while building roads. At this time of year, the land is frozen harder than a pickaxe, so I can only rest. You said that I have also seen those roads in pictures in the library in Peking. How can I build this strong? How can I do this broad? And how many slaves died in the road they built, and almost no prisoner died of fatigue on my roads until now." The second son Zhan Yi argued while gilding himself. He must pretend to be good people in front of Wu'anguo. This is the experience of the Zhan brothers. Wuhou likes good people to make money. Maybe one day he thinks of his way to make money, and the first person he thinks of is you.

Fatty Gao sneered a few times and ridiculed: "I'm afraid it's not because you brothers are good-minded, but His Highness Yan stated in your contract that if you die a prisoner, you should compensate the Northern Army for ten taels of silver. In fact, you don't treat the prisoners as slaves, but the system stipulates that they are better for them."

"That's right, those prisoners are slaves, but the road has not been completed, so many of them have been redeemed. This time, the King of Yan captured Beihelin, and there were no slaves to build the road. What should he do?" Zhan Zhenting would think about the King of Yan. According to his consideration, any newly captured places must be passed through a cement road, otherwise the supply of the garrison ahead will be insufficient. In a few years, those places will be occupied by the new shepherd tribe. All the efforts put into the Ming Dynasty will be used as wedding dresses.

"That's right, that's true, slaves have existed in ancient times, both at home and abroad. We are not too much to use them. Only by ensuring their lives are safe, they are worthy of their conscience. It's better to leave them homeless and die of starvation on the roadside." Zhan Zhen quoted the scriptures and moved forward in a roundabout way.

"Yes, since ancient times, who doesn't need slaves to do big projects? The magnificent buildings can be found in the Peking Library. No one is piled up with the bones of slaves. If there are enough slaves, let alone build the road from Beihelin in three years. In the future, you don't have to worry about getting lost when you cross the grassland. Follow our cement road, all the castles are on the side of the road, and you don't have to worry about doing business or transporting military rations. Whether you do business or transporting military rations, you don't have to worry about it. Our four-wheeled carriage in Peking runs like the wind and arrives in a few days." Gao Fatty, counting the benefits of using slaves carefully, for fear that Wu Anguo would not hear him, and his voice was higher than the ceiling.

Wu Anguo smiled and watched the three of them perform hard, and said to himself: "I just don't speak, let's see what you can do!"

A few days ago, at the shareholders' meeting of Liaomeng Trading Union, Gao Deyong proposed his carefully prepared slave trading plan, and the expected high profit made everyone excited. Wu Anguo, who became the major shareholder, strongly opposed slave trading. Old Man Yang couldn't let go and led several of his shareholders to take over Wu Anguo's side. Zhang Wu, who had begun to be more positive, also expressed hesitation. The attitude of the people led to the slave trading plan of Gao Deyong and others who finally had a miscarriage. Seeing the opportunity to get rich slipped away, many people were unwilling to accept it. The Zhan brothers and Gao Deyong privately decided to use the shares with Wu Anguo to deal with the shares.

The opportunity for city affairs convinced Wu Anguo. They knew that as long as they passed the Wu Anguo level, all problems would be solved. So as long as they had time, the three of them would definitely lead the topic to the benefits of slave traders. Wu Anguo also knew that he could not convince everyone, so he simply pretended to be stupid. Anyway, as long as he opposed it, someone would definitely give him face and object at the shareholders' meeting. Gao Deyong and others' proposals could not be implemented without a two-thirds of the consent rate. The rules formulated to restrict the official funds represented by the King of Yan were now in turn to restrict the hands and feet of the merchants in Peking.

The three of them had a quarrel for a while, and saw that Wu Anguo didn't speak, they knew that the performance was messed up again today, so they returned to their respective seats with a disgusting head. The three of them also understood in their hearts that slave trade could either be realized by modifying the rules of the business, or they would wait for Wu Anguo to be transferred from Peking by the emperor. As long as Wu Anguo is in Peking for one day, it would definitely not be implemented. Now I hope that Wu Anguo will leave some special opinion letter before leaving Peking. If that happens, I guess the fifth brother and others are still unwilling to hurt Wu Hou's heart. Everyone can only drool at this huge profitable deal.

"Fatty, your domestic and foreign industries are combined and your net worth is several million." Wu Anguo saw that the three of them were not very happy, so he found an opportunity to change the topic.

Gao Deyong raised his head, blinked his eyes, which were only a line left by his thick eyelids. He silently calculated in his heart and replied proudly: "It must be more than millions. It may be less than Lao Xu, the fifth brother and others, but it is not much less. Marquis, can you save the money you have in your hand? I will give you more interest"!

"Okay, after the stock market matters are processed this time, I will take out Brother Li's money and save it in scatter. Brother Li has no descendants, so I plan to use this money to run a few more academies. If you guys watch, at least you won't be overflowing with them."

"You mean the money of Zhongyong Hou"? Fatty Gao was shocked and almost fell off the chair, "Mr. Marquis, that's not a small amount, more than one million taels."

The Zhan brothers were also putting down the documents in their hands and listening quietly. They had known that Wu Anguo was a person who regarded money as dirt. Many people in Peking had bought the industry he transferred by low prices to achieve their current situation. But after all, it was half sold and half given away. This time they had to donate all of their assets. At first glance, the Zhan brothers could not believe their ears.

"A million taels, is it more than one million taels?" Wu Anguo looked at Gao Deyong's eyes, as calm as if talking about a string of copper coins.

"It's enough for ordinary people to spend several lifetimes. If I were you, I would never do this." Fatty Gao saw the inquiry in Wu Anguo's eyes, and answered honestly. Although the person in front of him had different opinions from him on many questions, the person in front of him did not have the noble dignity of the Central Plains officials who saw the merchant's noble dignity, but based on this point, Fatty Gao was willing to communicate with him.

"In fact, we all have only one lifetime, we can't bring it with us in life, and we can't take it with us in life," Wu Anguo smiled and expressed his life insights. From the poor boy in the 21st century to the rich man of this era, after several cycles of life and death, he took money indifferently.

Gao Deyong sighed and shook his head, obviously disagreeing with Wu Anguo's point of view: "I am different from you. I have long been short of money. Money is the number in the account book for me, but I am willing to see this number bigger. The faster it rises, the happier I am. Seeing that I have the opportunity to make money, I feel itchy. It feels more uncomfortable than using a saw to see it."

"This makes sense," the Zhan brothers agreed loudly, "We also feel this way. As long as the money is earned reasonably, we will pay the cost, of course there must be a reward. There is nothing happier than counting money." In front of Wu'anguo, their brothers have always been very honest. Because they know that although this Wu'anguo is a bit pedantic, they are definitely not hypocrites. Even if he disagrees with your point of view, he will never cause trouble for you because you told the truth.

This time it was Wu'anguo's turn to be surprised. The Zhan brothers and Gao Deyong are the three most recognized liars in Peking. Naturally, they did not regard silver as a sham. But Wu'anguo never expected that these people made money not entirely because of their natural greed, but actually regarded making money as a kind of happiness. A kind of happiness shared by business masters and geniuses of his era.

After pondering for a while, Wu Anguo asked again: "Why aren't it uncomfortable for you to help me struggle in the stock market these days? Sometimes, even if you can make money, I will let you go, if you can let go, even if you can't lose money, I will let you lose money."

"Their brothers are from Peking, and they lose with you and prosper together. Of course, they only follow your leader. I have made a deal with Lord Guo and now I have to abide by the contract. These are just one of them." Fatty Gao put away his smile and looked solemn. "Secondly, we have made a lot of money for ourselves in the stock market. Occasionally we lose some or less, which is a long-term investment, and sooner or later we will recover the benefits we deserve."

"Third, if we want to make money for a long time, we can't let the stock market collapse." The Zhan brothers obviously had a private exchange with Fatty Gao and said the third reason in unison.

"We all know that Marquis Wu wants to reorganize the stock market through our three hands and establish a stock market standard with no loopholes or least loopholes, so that more people can come in and get more funds and more support. So the three of us try our best to help you find loopholes, fighting with those bad dealers to increase your experience, while trying to fix the loopholes and using practice to test whether this can succeed. Sometimes you don't let us do anything, but it's actually testing the effect of the rules, no?" Three cunning guys looked at Wu Anguo together, with a smile in their eyes: "If we do business, we don't even have this long-term vision, then that's all."

Wu Anguo looked at the three familiar and unfamiliar treacherous smiley faces as if he had known three of them for the first time, and was filled with mixed feelings and could not express his feelings for the moment.

"The rules cannot be set by Brother Wu and the others. They are good people and don't know how bad people can ruin the law. The three of us are bad people. Only by setting rules can we prevent others from using them."

"Thank you", Wu Anguo didn't know what else he could say, he knew that he was out of date. The three years of life in Kyoto left him far behind by the people of Peking. The monster he didn't like was growing up, with a bloody side, and many places shining with the brilliance of wisdom and humanity. Whether he liked it or not, the new policy was growing in its own way, just like today these three people said their true words in front of him, sooner or later, the whole world could hear the joy of this child.

"Mr. Marquis, don't be polite. Although we don't have your compassionate mind, we know how to do the best for ourselves. Regarding slave trafficking, please consider it again. There are constant wars in Hexi, Mongols who believe in Islam and Mongols who believe in Christianity attack each other, as well as Turks and Semi people. Every time we break a city, a large number of people become slaves. If we buy them, we can at least make them live. If we fall into the hands of others, life may be worse than death." Fatty Gao is very good at seizing the timing of negotiations. Unlike the Zhan brothers, merchants in Peking are more or less related to Wu'anguo and are interdependent. The Gao family's industries are independent, so he only treats Wu'anguo as a partner for more time, rather than first-class Marquis.

"Let me think about it again." Wu'anguo delayed in vain, and knew in his heart that Fatty Gao was telling the truth, but he really could not break through the moral bottom line in his heart. Slaves, arms, and who knows if there will be opium in the future? What he faced was all condemned by the past. Does the shame that foreign nations have been added to the Chinese nation? Doesn't God really want to see through his own eyes the Chinese people in this time and space impose him on other nations?

"Fatty, if I could find a way to make more money than slave traders, would you promise me not to mention slave traders?" Wu Anguo's tone had a pleading smell, as if he had thought for half a century and gave the three people an unsatisfactory answer.

"Of course, but we will consider recruiting some people to work in the Central Plains." The fat man cautiously gave in. Now the way to make money than slave trafficking is to sell the arms of the Ming Dynasty, but the risks here are not easily affordable. Wu'an Kingdom can make a decision once, but cannot do it a second time. The Ming and Mongolian war cannot be fought for too long. Once the war is over or the situation is stable, the court will definitely ban the arms trade. No country likes to arm itself with a potential opponent. Zhu Yuanzhang is not a fool. The ministers of the Ming Dynasty will never see as far as the late Li Shanping.

"I know several places are rich in gold. You can try selling our Beiping goods from sea to Guli (Kazicode on the west coast of India), and then sell the goods there, buy grain and other goods to Zufaer, and go south from Zufa along the coast, but don't go west. You can use needle diagrams and compass to locate. With our modified ship in Tianjin, it can reach Mugudu (Mogadishu) for about twenty days. The map published by Feng Ziming draws detailed navigation in detail.

Line. In fact, the thick gold bought by the Ye family in Zufa may be produced by all the wood bones. Ziming last year sent out grain in all the wood bones to invite local Kunlun people (black people) to expand the port. It would be no problem to moor our moon-class ships. This trip, you can earn at least tens of thousands of taels, which is much higher than the profit you risk taking slaves from Hexi.” Wu Anguo took out a piece of white paper from the table and outlined it casually according to Feng Ziming's chart, slowly outlining a golden route in the eyes of Fatty Gao.

"There are great storms on the sea, and many cannibals are pirates. Some local governments are pirates themselves." Fatty Gao is not stupid at all.

"That depends on your determination. If you can organize the Liao-Mongolian Trade Union, you can organize the Nanyang Federation. Our moon-class ship has good wind resistance and the court has allowed it to sell its civilian models. To talk about pirates, there are many generals who have been injured in the navy in recent years. How many of them were pirate leaders back then? When they started fighting at sea, they might not be afraid of anyone."

Fatty Gao nodded. Wu Anguo was right. When fighting at sea, no warship is the opponent of the Ming warship. Even if the moon-class ship cannot beat others, others cannot catch up when they run. It is also a fact that the profit of trafficking at sea is not smaller than that of slaves. The key is that getting the support of this Wu Lord often results in half the result with twice the effort. After discussing with the Zhan brothers, they decided to compromise.

Grasping the silver bell at his hand, Fatty Gao shook it gently. In the pleasant ringtone, Qing'er, who had changed into another piece of clothing, floated in like an elf. "What's the matter, sir?"

"How much does it cost to remodel a civilian ship in Tianjin Wei?"

"Depending on what the shipbuilding wood is used for shipbuilding, the pine wood is cheaper in the past two years, and it costs 180,000 taels. If you don't have spot stock, you can get 20% off for ordering. The Weihai dock is better than the Tianjin one, but the price is more expensive. You have to place an order one year in advance to get the goods." Qing'er is well aware of the material market in various places.

"Send a friend to the four docks immediately, order one each, and try to buy it at a low price if there is stock, so that ticket numbers from all over the country can cooperate." The fat man was extremely decisive when making decisions.

"Yes, sir." Qing'er looked up and gave everyone a smile, and tiptoed out.

The Zhan brothers were so envious that their eyes were almost bursting out of fire, "It's all a blame on Marquis Wu, if we had such a female slave..."

"Brother Gao, Qing'er has at least risked his life to sue the emperor for your sake. You are so heartless."! The boss Zhan Zhen took the lead in attacking.

"Brother Gao, what is Qing'er worth now? I'll pay her to redeem her. What do you think?" Wu Anguo took advantage of the situation and was deeply impressed by Qing'er's courage and wit.

Fatty Gao's face suddenly turned red and he jumped up to his ears. He argued furiously: "I have returned the contract to her for sale. If you don't believe me, please ask her to come in and ask. After experiencing this trouble, the few people in my family unanimously asked me to marry Qing'er. But she doesn't want to be a concubine and doesn't have a title. What can I do? The salary I hired for her is higher than that of the shopkeeper of the smelting farm in the fifth brother, and she also has shares in my business. She can leave anytime if she wants to leave. We call it, our call it a partner."
Chapter completed!