【Urban Mythology: 1914632】

This kind of gathering of friends with the surname is very old, the earliest may be traced back to the Han Dynasty, prevailed in the Tang and Song dynasties, and the Ming Dynasty was finally finalized in the Jiangnan Lianghuai. When it came to the Manchu Qing Dynasty, it basically became a non-governmental organization that secretly worked against the Manchu political axe.

The most systematic is Hong Fist, which later developed into a gang that was free from control.

The money raised by the Chamber of Commerce is called the New Year's Money, and the members of each gang set a certain amount every year, and the presidents and elders on duty take the lead in paying the fees, and the number is varied, and in the heyday of the year, the silver used by the 33 members of the Sushang Merchants can reach 70 million taels a year, which is stronger than the income of the Qing political axe.

Most of the non-governmental travel capital exchanges will involve overseas, and the Manchu Qing Dynasty, which was closed off from the country, was naturally not allowed to go to sea, but at that time, the Thirteen Lines of Wu were the largest, and the Nanyang surnames were also dedicated to the mother country, and got a lot of silver and gold from Yueben, Southeast Asia, and Siam.

Then the surname changed, and in those years of the boxing club, in order to be stable, the members also recruited a lot of heroes on the rivers and lakes to come to the town, and these people got together, in order to ask for a lottery, so they would compete for a dragon head to sit.

It's like the martial arts alliance leader in martial arts novels, but the pattern is a little smaller, just a dragon head, and when he sees the leader of a province, he naturally has to carry out the junior ceremony.

When the members gathered, the leader gave priority to using the large amount of funds gathered to strengthen themselves, and each family hoped to grow, so in the end, in order to compete for the chairman's position, it also evolved into a competition for the leader of each family.

In the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the reward of a dragon head was a real five thousand taels of silver, when the noodles of each family were directly taken out from the treasury and put out, and the shape of a large weight of nine was stacked, this was the reward that the dragon head deserved.

Counting it, there is no difference from the current lockdown war.

Zhang Ben glanced at it and understood that these people were probably just raising money through gambling. Xia Zhen's explanation also made it clear to him that the forty-three companies here, even if one person made 100 million, it would cost 4.3 billion, and the fund would be listed and listed for money, and the dividends would naturally not be less.

Putting the village to fight, I'm afraid it is also fighting for the right of first use.

It's just that what I didn't expect was that there were still foreigners here, and there seemed to be quite a few.

"Why are there foreigners here?" Zhang Ben asked Xia Zhen.

"I don't know, it seems to have been introduced by another family, there are seven. They have paid a lot of money, and the funds formed overseas are controlled by Chinese businessmen, and the annual dividends are hundreds of millions, which does not matter to them. The rate of return is high. ”

Xia Zhen finally had a little brain, then looked at Zhang Ben and asked strangely, "You seem to be quite familiar with the doorway here?" ”

Zhang Ben nodded: "To understand, the ancestor has fought for the position of the head of the dragon and the position of the chief treasurer of the hall." ”

Seeing that Xia Zhen didn't understand, he smiled: "Forget it, it's quite troublesome to explain." ”

But Zhang Ben didn't understand a little, the guild hall was all the children of the Han family, in the Manchu era, how many Manchu magnates wanted to steal chickens and dogs without success, why did they let foreign devils in now?

"Let's fight!"

Zhang Ben couldn't understand the joints, and he didn't want to think about it, so he asked Xia Zhen to lead him over to be visa-free.

If it sounds good, it is called a lot of pride, but if it doesn't sound good, it is a toad yawning - what a big breath!

"Miss Xia, do you have any instructions?" The middle-aged man wearing a long shirt and holding a folding fan in his hand arched his hand, Zhang Ben understood that this was a guild hall master, and he also had a money rat mouth jade hanging from his waist, indicating one of the big shopkeepers.

"I ...... I ......" Xia Zhen hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth: "Let's explode!" ”

Crunch!

The folding fan in the middle-aged man's hand was pinched out in an instant, which was frightened. The master wiped the sweat that was shocked, and said with a smile: "Miss Xia, you can't talk nonsense." ”

"We're bursting!" Xia Zhen continued.

"Wait a minute."

The master arched his hand and hurriedly retreated, and there were many strongmen standing around, all of whom widened their eyes: Bursting Village? This is clearly sweeping the face of the big dealer, this is a snatch! This is the battle for the leader!

Today's village is forty-three Tao family, the hardware industry leading enterprises on the edge of Taihu Lake, dozens of overseas minerals, strong strength, high-level people, generally speaking, no one dares to sweep their face head-on.

Competing for the leader is a matter of face, plus each family is a big business, but there are many places where they can't bear the money, and overseas investment also requires a lot of money, so if you can give priority to using the money from the guild, it is not difficult to become a fat man.

There are only two times a year to compete for the leader, once on the second day of February in spring, and once on the eighth day of October in autumn!

Eleven more masters came out one after another, and the jade pendants on their waists were the other ones of the twelve yuanchen, each of whom was wearing a long shirt with a folding fan in his hand, as if he was making a movie.

The leader was estimated to be seventy or eighty years old, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, and coughed: "Miss Xia, I don't know if you represent your Tian family or yourself today?" ”

"It has nothing to do with the Tian family, my personal meaning."

The old man hummed, nodded, and 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 the first month of October, the women of the Xia family competed for the leader.

The old man wrote clearly and clearly, this Xia Zhen has nothing to do with the forty-three families, but just uses the process to compete for the leader and earn some pocket money.

"Miss Xia, how much money did you bring?" The old man opened the roster, wrote some in traditional characters, and finally looked up at Xia Zhen.

"Two ...... Million. ”

As soon as these words came out, the twelve master shopkeepers were all shocked and stunned for a long time!

After a long time, it turned out to be two million pistachios!

However, the old man squinted his eyes, swept Zhang Ben, who was standing upright behind Xia Zhen, with a southern style short coat on his upper body, red silk kung fu pants on his lower body, a pair of kung fu shoes with black cloth on a white background, and a big bag in his hand, which was very powerful.

After thinking for a while, the old man asked matter-of-factly: "Little brother, I don't know what your relationship with the Yangzhou Zhang family is?" ”

Zhang Ben saw that the old man had a kind face, put down his bag, hugged his fists and bowed to the younger generation: "The ancestral ancestral hall is in Yangzhou." ”

"Hmm...... When I was a child, I saw Zhang Degong's predecessors, when he was sixty years old, but he drove his youngest son out of the house, Wei Yuantang looked at it, and always felt that the young man would kill back to Yangzhou, but he didn't expect that it was to fight the world. ”

Zhang Degong had a youngest son Zhang Sanxian at the age of forty, and later drove Zhang Sanxian out of the house.

Zhang Ben arched his hand, and did not talk again, and the old man saw that he was silent, so he didn't say anything, and wrote down the number with a red pen: two million.

As soon as I heard that someone broke the village, I don't know how many people were dumbfounded, fighting for the dragon This kind of thing, just play, the explosion of the village is forty-two games in a row, forty-three masters, which one is weak?

Many people came around to see which way of master, a few foreign devils were blonde and blue-eyed, but they spoke a serious Chinese, and they also performed the junior salute to the twelve masters very authentically.

"Big shopkeeper, I don't know who wants to blow up the village?"

A tall, blue-eyed handsome blonde man asked with a smile.

"John Wang, there's nothing to do with you here, stay there!"

Next to the old man, an old man with a fierce tiger swallowing moon jade pendant on his waist glared at him and scolded.

This foreign devil named John Wang retreated respectfully.

Hey? How so?

Zhang Ben became more and more puzzled?

Perhaps seeing Zhang Ben's puzzlement, the big shopkeeper said with a smile: "His mother is English, and his father is from the Nanyang royal family. Finally, there is also the blood of the Han family, which is considered a son of the Han family. ”

Zhang Ben was relieved, and then hugged his fist towards the fake foreign devil, and that Wang John returned the salute very skillfully.

This made Zhang Ben a little restrained.

At this time, the crowd was crowded, and a group of people walked out of the lobby, and one headed by the big horse golden knife was the son of the Tao family who was setting up the village today, followed by more than a dozen biao-shaped men, no matter how you look at it, it is not a mediocre hand.

What a majesty!

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