The teahouse is really a stage, Zhang Tinglan and the three of them just sat down, they saw such a play, and they all felt a little emotional, especially when they heard that the drunk middle-aged man actually set up a factory, Zhang Tinglan was also surprised, he personally planned the North Market, and established four factories, how difficult it was, he knew it himself.

If it weren't for the big tree like Zhang Zuolin, if it wasn't for the timing of the First World War, even if it was a traverser, don't think about calling the wind and rain, this middle-aged man can rely on his own efforts to build a factory, he is definitely a talent, and he can even be regarded as an entrepreneur.

This kind of character is especially valuable in this era, and the fledgling Fengtian Industry is in urgent need of this kind of talent, and Zhang Tinglan even has a love for talent.

At this time, the two tolerances had already taken out the chains and wanted to tie up the middle-aged man, and the teahouse shopkeeper persuaded each other bitterly: "Two tolerances, he is a drunkard, talking nonsense, you must not be like him, you can give me a face, spare Song Sanye!" ”

"Spare him? Whoever gives us an allowance, let me tell you, there is an order from the top to strictly investigate all the rebellious elements who oppose the president, and if anyone dares to intercede for the rebellious party, he will be dealt with as an accomplice! ”

The leader glared at the triangular eyes, sneered at the middle-aged man surnamed Song, looked like a villain, and said: "Third master, in the past, you had money and shili, but you also looked down on us. I didn't expect you to fall into the hands of our buddies now, this is called the cycle of retribution, you go with me obediently! ”

"Let's go, I want to see if there is any place to reason in this world, and there is no way for good people to live!"

The two tolerance pushed and hugged and were about to take people out of the teahouse, when Zhang Tinglan walked over quickly and stopped them. When the leader saw a well-dressed and personable young man stop him, he was stunned for a moment.

"Boy, we're in the middle of the office, you hurry up and get out of the way."

"It's not like you're doing business, you're trying to mess around!"

"Hmph, boy, this guy insults the president, didn't you hear it, isn't it official for us to arrest him? If you dare to stop it, I will arrest you too. ”

Zhang Tinglan sneered slightly: "It's right that he scolded, but can the words of a drunkard be taken seriously, if you really want to do something for the president, you go to Peking University, go to the concession, how many professors and scholars are there, they not only scold the president, but also write articles, all in the newspapers, they are not too harmful, do you dare to arrest them?" ”

Zhang Tinglan questioned again and again, and stopped these two tolerances, and the tea guests began to coax, Zhang Tinglan was indeed right, now the newspapers are full of articles against the imperial system, and literati from all walks of life have jumped out and scolded Lao Yuan, almost digging up Yuan Shikai's ancestral grave.

However, in the face of these literati, not to mention a small tolerance, even Yuan Shikai has no choice, they are extremely famous, and most of these people live in the concession. The so-called concession is a country within a country, using the laws of the great powers, and being managed by the great powers, so Mr. Yuan will not rush to the concession to arrest people because of a few articles, so these scholars live very chic and comfortable.

The ability of these two tolerances can only bully the people who have no power and power, how dare they provoke those literati, typical bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, so in the face of Zhang Tinglan's questioning, they were speechless.

I could only stare at my eyes and say loudly: "Boy, listening to your accent, it seems to be outside the gate, this is Sijiu City, not a place for your kid to be chivalrous and righteous, as long as you dare to stop it again, I will not be polite." ”

"This little brother, don't worry about me, if they are reasonable, they will be sorry for the gray coat on their bodies, these are all things that have no heart, reasoning with them is like playing the piano to a cow!"

"The surname is Song, you dare to scold me, see if I don't smoke you!" The two tolerances were about to start beating people, and at this time, Zhang Tinglan casually took out a small green book and threw it in their faces.

"Open your dog's eyes and see, do you still want to catch me?"

As soon as these two guys saw Zhang Tinglan's aggressiveness, they felt a burst of fear, and they might provoke someone who couldn't be provoked. They hurriedly picked up the little book, and the big red seal on it looked like a bloody bayonet, which made the two guys tremble.

Zhang Tinglan accompanied Lao Zhang into Beijing, naturally he needs to have a public identity, he is now Zhang Zuolin's confidential secretary, don't look at the official position is not big, but he also said that he is Zhang Zuolin's closest and most trusted person.

These two public differences have no ability, and they are very clear about various official positions, and when they saw that the young man in front of them turned out to be a close person of the head of a dignified teacher, they were immediately at a loss. Since the establishment of the Republic of China, there have been dozens of division commanders, each of whom is a powerful party with great power, don't look at the tolerance is very arrogant, but the most feared is to be a soldier.

The two boys trembled, and their legs only went limp.

Zhang Tinglan snorted with his nose: "Now that you know my identity, don't you get out, do you want to wait for the president to meet with our division commander to talk about the security of Beijing?" ”

As soon as these two boys heard this, they were like being pardoned, and they immediately ran out of the teahouse, like lost their usual majesty, and their embarrassment made many tea guests laugh.

After this, the middle-aged man surnamed Song also had a lot of alcohol, and he gave Zhang Tinglan a deep salute: "Thank you friends for rescuing, I am grateful!" ”

"Needless to say, let's find a private room, I want to know what is going on in your factory!"

The shopkeeper of the teahouse hurriedly took Zhang Tinglan and the others to the private room, and after they all sat down, the young man sent another bowl of sobering soup, and when the middle-aged man was drinking the soup, the shopkeeper gave his hand to Zhang Tinglan and the three of them.

"A few young masters, Song Sanye is my old patron, he is an upright person, and he is an out-and-out good person, but these years good people are not rewarded, if it weren't for your help, the third master would have been taken to prison, nothing else, the tea money is mine."

While speaking, the middle-aged man finished the sobering soup, and his expression recovered a lot, and the shopkeeper also knew that they were going to talk about business, so he turned around and left.

"This young master, called Song Zhongyi, has been doing business in Beijing for generations, and more than ten years ago, the eight foreign devils entered Beijing, burned, killed and looted, and a piece of my family's industry was burned down. At that time, I was thinking about why foreigners can and pee on our necks, but then I figured out that they have an industry and can make guns, and we can't compare to others. I sold all my family property and started to set up a textile factory, thinking of saving the country through industry! ”

"Well, what Mr. said is right, can you tell me more about why the factory can't survive, now that Europe is at war, the amount of materials needed is amazing, and it stands to reason that most of the factories can be profitable, what is your problem?"

"In the past two years, my factory has indeed made a lot of profits, but I pondered to expand the scale, put all the profits together, and used the factory as collateral, took out a loan, and ordered a batch of machines from foreigners, just half a month ago, this batch of machines was also shipped to Tianjin!"

"Sir is very bold, isn't this going well?"

Song Zhongyi smiled bitterly and said: "The problem is at this time, I deposited all the money in the Bank of Communications, and I was waiting for the machine to arrive and pay the money to the foreigners." As a result, the currency of the traffic bank plummeted, and foreigners refused to pay with the tickets of the transportation line. Not only could I not buy the machine, but I couldn't even get a loan, and the bank wanted to confiscate my factory. At this time, the government found me again, and wanted to contribute funds to the president, and if I didn't pay it, it would raid my home, which didn't make me desperate! ”

Speaking of this, Song Zhongyi's eyes were red, and his grief and anger were extreme. There is no problem with Song Zhongyi's operation, he was completely cheated by the traffic line, and this matter has something to do with Yuan Shikai's claim to be the emperor.

If you want to be the emperor, you have to spend a huge amount of money, and you can't play anything without money, so Lao Yuan's important helper, Liang Shiyi, who is known as the God of Wealth, took the initiative to take over this task, and he wanted to help Yuan Shikai raise the much-needed funds.

Liang Shiyi also did not have the ability to turn stones into gold, his method was to let the Bank of Communications issue paper money indiscriminately, causing currency depreciation, and at the same time transported all the reserves of the Bank of Communications and sent them to Yuan Shikai's presidential palace.

In this way, Lao Yuan finally had the start-up capital, and Liang Shiyi was also reused and became Yuan Shikai's secretary general.

Of course, it was not enough to rely on transportation alone, and they demanded so-called taxes from large and small merchants in Beijing to finance their actions, all of which fell on Song Zhongyi, whose factory was in danger of closing down in an instant.

Zhang Tinglan, as well as Zhang Xueliang and Zhang Tingshu couldn't help but feel sad after listening to Song Zhongyi's narration, Chinese businessmen in this era are not easy, especially like Song Zhongyi, they have the ideal of saving the country through industry, and resolutely took out all their family property, bought machines, and set up factories, but not only did they not get a little support from the government, but they also had to face the government's endless exploitation, which was bitter and tearful.

"Mr. Song, I am very sympathetic to your experience, but when the matter is not irreparable, I can provide you with some funds to help you get out of the predicament! But to be honest, Beijing's business environment is not good, I don't know if you are willing to move the factory to Fengtianbei market, I am willing to provide you with comprehensive support! ”

"This young master, I haven't asked for your honorable name yet!"

"My name is Zhang Tinglan!"

Song Zhongyi's brows furrowed at first, as if he was trying his best to recall, and then asked in surprise: "Are you Zhang Tinglan, Young Master Zhang, who single-handedly built the North Market?" ”

"Mr. Song has heard of me?"

"Young Master Zhang, I know a ticket boss in Shanxi, he has a fellow villager named Qiao Ruixuan, it is said that he is working under your hands, he introduced me to the situation of the North Market, especially mentioning that only business tax and income tax are collected, and all kinds of conveniences are provided to businessmen, this is not such a good thing in the whole world, I just don't know if it's true or false?"

"Mr. Song, all of this is true, just like you can apply for a loan in the North Market in this situation, we have a special bank to help, and it is easy for you to tide over the difficulties. Of course, the North Market will not arbitrarily levy harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and will not force you to the point of ruin, we are providing services to merchants, not a high-ranking lord. ”

"Young Master Zhang, can I move the factory over?"

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