The factory owners basically acquiesced to this fact, even if it was 100,000 taels of silver, Zhu Shun couldn't take it out, and it was the same for the Song family.

The Song family did earn the most silver, but in addition to sending a large amount of silver to Songjiang Mansion every year, most of the remaining silver was used to help the victims.

If you remove the food and clothing of the Song family, there is not much silver left every year, and it is not even as good as them, the factory owners.

Huang Jingbian's painstaking achievements over the years are doomed to be ruined.

A sigh soon sounded in the workers' hall, Huang's Weaving Factory was Huang Jingbian's hard work for many years, and it was a pity that it was gone.

The most regrettable thing is that the general Huang Degong has to return to the poor and white of the past, and the sergeants who fought desperately for the stability of the Ming Dynasty will live a poor life with no food and no clothes in the past.

Zhou Yuan, the highest-ranking factory owner, opened his mouth, and wanted to say that the old man would lend you a sum of money, but in the end he just sighed and didn't speak.

He could have come up with one or two thousand taels of silver, but for one hundred thousand taels of silver, it was a drop in the bucket.

The number of steam machinery owned by Zhou Yuanwai was already in the forefront among the factory owners, and he could only take out one or two thousand taels of silver, even if more than fifty factory owners pooled silver together, it would be very good to be able to come up with thirty thousand taels of silver.

This is cash silver, and as long as the factory owners have cash silver, they will basically use it to buy new machinery, silver and silver, leaving only a small part in their hands.

Shopkeeper Jiao owned no more steam machinery, no less, and was in the middle of the more than fifty factory owners, thinking that the big spinning mill that he needed to look up to in the past collapsed with a bang.

The sigh soon turned into the sorrow of the rabbit and the fox, and the big spinning mill that he needed to look up to fell down, not to mention that he was a small family, and there was an extremely unstable panic in his heart.

The panic made his heart feel stuffy, and he couldn't breathe.

Shopkeeper Jiao's breathing gradually became short, like a drowning man who fell into the river, and said sadly: "The Huang family has only been in a few years from its rise to its collapse. ”

"We finally started these family businesses, not just to pass them on to our son."

"Isn't there a foolproof way to pass on our family business from generation to generation?"

Because the shopkeeper Jiao was extremely insecure, his emotions were better, and he did not show any radicals.

After a lifetime of hard life, Hu Lacquer Maker, who finally had some hope, originally thought that he would be able to live a good life in this life, and even his children and grandchildren.

When he heard about Huang Jingbian's incident, he collapsed on the spot.

Huang Jingbian's father is a general, a big official, and he doesn't know how much more steam machinery he owns than Hu Lacquerer.

The big spinning mill founded by such a son of an official eunuch is in danger, not to mention that he has no way out but a small cloth factory.

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable the painter was, and he was nearly half a hundred years old, and he let out a 'wow' and cried.

The cry of the Hu Lacquer Maker instantly crushed the other factory owners who were on the verge of collapse, and their current mood was not much different from that of the Hu Lacquer Maker, and they were extremely lacking in a sense of stability.

Cao Wenyao and Song Yingsheng looked down at the factory owners who had almost collapsed, revealing a hint of concern, which would be a major blow to the morale of the industrialists.

The two couldn't help but wonder if it was really the Donglin Party's tricks.

Zhu Shun and Huang Zongxi were relieved, and they were very grateful to the shopkeeper Cao.

What a good man.

They were worrying about how to integrate the factory owners into a monolith, and the shopkeeper Cao not only sent the opportunity, but also sent the Buddha to the west.

As long as they helped Huang Jingbian to tide over the difficulties this time, these factory owners cried and shouted that they would also deposit the silver into the workers' ticket number, and they couldn't kick it away.

One is begging the factory owners to save no silver, and the other is to die for Zhu Shun if they don't let them save silver.

The contrast is worlds apart.

Shopkeeper Cao is not a good person.

At this time, the shopkeeper Cao was lying on a rattan chair, drinking a little wine leisurely, and he would not celebrate with great fanfare with his fine character.

But it didn't prevent him from being in a good mood, having a few drinks, and feeling a little more contemptuous of the Donglin Party in his heart.

Isn't it just a little Zhu Shun, it's not just that he can catch it, and he took away the secret recipe of the country's heavy weapon cement with a little trick.

The Donglin Party tried its best for a small Zhu's spinning machine, but was pitted by Zhu Shun again and again, which was really ashamed of the four words of the Manchu Dynasty.

Shopkeeper Cao shook his head, took a sip of wine, picked up a fennel bean and put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and looked at the pride of the heroes of the world with a smile: "Zhu Shun is in my urn." ”

The construction pattern of the workers' hall is indeed like an urn.

Zhu Shun, who was standing in the workers' hall, handed Huang Zongxi a look, signaling that he was about to leave the stage and sing Kunqu Opera, and he must not miss this great opportunity and waste the good man Cao Shopkeeper's painstaking efforts to create a good idea.

Huang Zongxi smiled and walked downstairs.

Falling in Zhu Shun's eyes, it was a little bewitching, Zhu Shun hurriedly recited in his heart all kinds of meditation Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures that only remembered a few words, if he didn't like a foreign sect, he would finally come to a sentence.

Huang Zongxi walked to the stage, in normal times, the factory owner had already turned his face to look at this Beijing wizard with a free and easy body, and he was not in the mood today.

However, what Huang Zongxi said made these collapsed factory owners sitting on the ground immediately twist their heads, so fast that they almost twisted their necks.

"As the dividend owner of the Huangjingbian Weaving Factory, the workers' ticket number will always provide the final guarantee to the Huangjingbian Weaving Factory, and this matter is taken over by the workers' ticket number."

"Another thing to tell you, the worker ticket number is a dividend system ticket number, the industrial master accounts for 30% of the dividends, the prince accounts for 20%, and the remaining 50% of the dividends are owned by the princes of Fuwang, Guiwang, Tang and other clans."

The factory owners are not stupid, and soon there are two meanings from these two sentences.

Always provide the last guarantee.

The crown prince accounts for 20% of the dividends.

The industrial uncle is not important, and the clans are not important, the important thing is the prince.

Who is the crown prince, it is the prince.

Who is the prince, that is the future emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

In other words, the Daming treasury will always provide the last guarantee for the Huangjingbian weaving factory.

Hu Lacquer didn't know what the Ming treasury was, he only knew that a large amount of taxes would enter the treasury every year.

With the guarantee provided by the state treasury, it will be difficult for his family's small spinning mill to think about it, and he can live the rest of his life in peace, and the small spinning mill can be passed on from generation to generation.

Isn't this a noble lord in disguise?

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