After adding a Huasheng ash plant, the name of Huasheng Company is also worthy of its name.

Yan Guang, the boss, has become a big boss, and Song Dinghan, the manager, has also become the general manager.

Since there is an additional general manager, it is natural that there will be a few more managers below. Song Dinghan's attention was all focused on the baby textile factory, and he was not willing to distract the ash factory at all. Although Yan Guang is very concerned about the ash factory, the ash factory really does not play a role at the moment.

As a result, the accountant named Lin Wei was promoted to the manager of the ash factory.

Although the comparison between the ash factory and the textile factory at this time is like a cold palace, it is still clear which one is higher and which is lower between the manager and the accountant, so after learning that he was promoted to the manager of the ash factory, Lin Wei went to work happily.

And then...

"Boss, can you really have that much money?" After hearing Yan Guang say that when he reached the end of the year, he could have at least five million US dollars, that is, more than fifteen million funds, Song Dinghan grabbed Yan Guang's shoulder with an excited face.

Fifteen million silver dollars may not be known to many people, after all, in this era, it takes seven or eight million to form a division, and the cost of maintaining a division is two or three million.

However, if in 1912 the total capital of the factories registered in the country was less than 55 million yuan, I am afraid that everyone can see it, and at the end of 1909, the total capital of the factories in the country may not have reached 40 million yuan.

In other words, if Yan Guang had invested all this money in industry, then he alone would have accounted for half of the country's total capital, and maybe he could exceed 55 million a few years earlier.

After pulling Song Dinghan's hand away, Yan Guang smiled bitterly. "You don't need to be so excited."

"How can you not be excited, if fifteen million are all invested in industry..."

"You can't throw it all in...," Yan Guang interjected.

"Indeed." Song Dinghan nodded, calming down his excitement a little. "But we can first expand the textile factory into a super-large factory with a capital of more than one million yuan, and then the boss can invest in the glass factory, garment factory, paper mill and so on." Speaking of this, Song Dinghan glanced at Yan Guang. "However, it is best that the capital should not exceed 100,000 for the time being, and the cement plant is definitely not allowed to expand."

"Yes, yes..."Yan Guang nodded with a wry smile, now he didn't dare to offend his housekeeper.

"Hmm..."Song Dinghan continued to plan in his mind. In this way, the textile factory can make a profit of at least 50,000 yuan a month, which is 600,000 yuan a year, and there are glass factories, garment factories and paper mills, and if there is an ash factory, our company can make a profit of at least 800,000 yuan a year, even one million is possible..."

"Then in the second year, as long as the market is not saturated, we can further expand production, and if we want to sell it, we can also find it in several nearby provinces..."

"Only a million?"

“？” Hearing this, Song Dinghan was stunned for a moment. "Boss, a million is a lot."

In 1917, Zhang Jian's Dasheng Yarn Factory made a profit of only 760,000 taels of silver, which was still a good time to catch up with the First World War and the Entente countries to import a large number of various materials, so one million is indeed not less.

Moreover, before 1913, there were only 17 enterprises with a capital of more than 1 million in the country, and Yan Guang could make money from one in a year, but he invested this money in the army...

A Hanyang-made one costs fifty silver dollars, a thousand rounds of seven-nine pointed bullets cost one hundred silver dollars, a division of 10,000 people needs 1.5 million yuan per person, and each regiment needs to be equipped with some Makqin machine guns, right? Needless to say, heavy artillery of more than 150 calibers, but ordinary light artillery is also given at least one battalion, right?

There are also regular food and clothing, as well as ammunition and equipment consumed in ordinary training, one million silver dollars a year, a drop in the bucket.

It's just that he can't tell anyone about this, so he can only bury it deep in his heart.

It was already 1909, and the end of the year was only a few months away, and there were still two years left to go when the Wuchang Uprising broke out, and Yan Guang needed more money before that.

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Three months later, in November 1909, after handing over the company to Song Dinghan, Yan Guang took Wang Er and two other bodyguards to Shanghai by ship from Chongqing, and then from Shanghai to London.

The cruise ship this time can't be compared with the last time, not to mention that there is no open-air swimming pool on the deck, and even the entertainment room in the cabin is much smaller, and I don't know what the captain thinks is that he doesn't allow gambling games in the entertainment room, and in the end, Yan Guang can only hide in his cabin with three bodyguards to play mahjong.

After rubbing like this for a few days, Wang Erlian and the other two bodyguards already had the intention of jumping into the Indian Ocean to feed the fish.

After a rather boring voyage, Yan Guang's cruise ship finally arrived at the port of London.

At this time, London was the same as Yan Guang's memory, it was still full of smoke, but...

"Delusion? It seems that the fog in London is thicker than when I came last year. Standing on the deck of the bow of the cruise ship, watching the thick fog and light that filled the harbor scratch the head of the slag.

"Boss, is this London? It's a lot of fog. "Wang Er and Yan Guang have been to the United States, so they are not curious about the United Kingdom, but they are still a little surprised after seeing the fog in London, after all, it is rare to see a fog as big as London.

"That's right, this is London." Saying that, Yan Guang brought on the masks that had been prepared a long time ago, and then distributed several other masks to Wang Er and them. "Hurry up and take it with you."

Although this order was a little strange, Wang Er and the others still put on masks as they said.

"When you go out in London, wear a mask as much as possible and don't take it off." After seeing Wang Er and them all wearing them, Yan Guang reminded.

"Why? Boss. "Now Wang Er, they really don't understand.

"See the fog ahead?" Yan Guang pointed to the fog that enveloped all of London.

Wang Er and the others nodded, indicating that they had seen it.

"Remember the smoke coming out of the chimneys of our factory?"

"Of course I do." Wang Er, they are all security guards of the factory, how can they not see the fog in the chimney.

"Like our factory, a lot of fog in London is also emitted by factories, now I understand..."

Remembering what Yan Guang once said that the smoke in the chimney is poisonous, Wang Er covered the mask more tightly.

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