Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 277

After all, they are all the best among Shanxi merchants, and their demeanor is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Zhang Mingxing from the Zhang family in Puzhou was the first to stand up frowning and fisted at Song Qingshu.

"Commander, everyone is here. After listening to the commander-in-chief, we also know that this time is short-sighted. If the commander-in-chief has anything to say, just say it directly. Let everyone take money to make amends. Everyone has no objections. In the future, everyone will also use big money to make amends." The handsome horse is always looking forward to it, so don't go around in circles."

This means that if you want to kill money, you can do it, and you don’t need to be mentally tortured here. If Yan Siyin was sitting, Dele’s mouth would be wide open, and then there would be no underwear left for a group of businessmen, but Song Qingshu seems to be He was about to play tricks with these guys to the end, seeing Zhang Mingxing and the other eleven guys looking helpless, this guy just shook his head like a charade.

"No! No! I'm a businessman, not a eunuch who wants money like Eunuch Yan. This time, I invite everyone to come, and what I'm talking about is to lead everyone to discuss a big business and make a fortune together, not to collect everyone's money. That's it. , everyone can rest assured!"

"but……"

Sure enough, things are not so easy. These guys turned against the water a few days ago and almost tore up the business network that Song Qingshu had worked so hard to arrange. This turning point did not surprise Zhang Mingxing at all.

However, with Song Qingshu's snap of his fingers, the faces of the twelve big businessmen who were calm just now turned pale in an instant, and the long plate cover on the table was finally lifted by the guards behind. What a delicious dish for two people!
To be precise, the two eunuchs, the two trusted eunuchs beside Yan Siyin, the one who contributed one hand and one ear were also among them. Both of them were tied up like hairy crabs in Yangcheng Lake. Uncomfortable, finally seeing the light, the two of them whimpered and writhed desperately like meat worms.

These two guys are not good cakes, most of the corpses of civilian girls who were tortured to death were found there, seeing Song Qingshu entertaining himself and others with these two eunuchs, Qu Boju turned pale and asked disgustedly.

"Master, you won't, you won't let us eat..."

"Hehe, of course not!" Song Qingshu shook his head with a nasty smile again, then stood up from the sofa, picked up the Mongolian meat cutting knife that was on the table, and tried it with his thumb. The sharpness of the knife edge, said relaxedly.

"We are all civilized people, and we are not cannibals. How can we let everyone eat people?"

But before the words were finished, the knife had already pierced into the earless eunuch's stomach like lightning. The knife was not long, and a single blow would not be fatal, but the huge wound still hurt and the eunuch neighed like a pig being killed.

"But after all, everyone just had an unpleasant incident. This trust issue still needs to be resolved before we can do big business. You can rest assured, and I can rest assured, right?"

Song Qingshu felt that he had more and more potential to develop into a black boss. He was exactly like the villain on TV, with blood dripping from his hand, but still with a smile on his face, full of smiles. Song Qingshu reached out and handed the red knife to It was Zhang Mingxing who looked stupid.

It's really a gangster's business. Everyone has a name in their hand, so they won't be afraid of who will turn against them in the future. But Zhang Mingxing is a businessman and a scholar. He has never seen such a bloody scene before. He didn't accept it at all. With the knife, he directly covered his mouth and lowered his waist, suppressing vomiting.

After waiting for a long time with his hands raised, Song Qingshu became a little impatient for waiting, humming and shaking his head suddenly muttered: "Dong Zhang's family is really big and successful, and his descendants strive for success. The eldest son Zhang Wenhao entered the Taiyuan Gongyuan Academy and is already a Jurengong." Well, the second son is in charge of the business of the Juxing House in Luzhou, and the humble account was thanks to him a few days ago, and the third son, the fourth son, and the fifth lady are guarding the hometown of Laoquan Village in Puzhou, and the sixth young master..."

The whereabouts of most of the members of the Zhang family were actually reported by Song Qingshu verbatim. The twelve big businessmen who heard these words were all disappointed. Just now, the begging army has shown their muscles. His family slaves and the eunuchs who were heavily guarded by the guards all said they would take them down. Regardless of the fact that everyone present is a big family and big business, no one doubts that Song Qingshu has the strength to destroy his entire family. Before Song Qingshu can finish, this piece of clear He had already snatched the knife with his hands, pierced it into the eunuch's right abdomen with a click, and vomited to the side amid another scream.

Seeing that Song Qingshu took out a small notebook from his sleeve and turned to look at him, Qu Boju's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he pulled out the knife that was stuck in the eunuch's body wisely, and stabbed it down again.

One after another, after thirteen stabbings, the two eunuchs are still alive, but they are so painful that they don't even have the strength to struggle. Looking at these business colleagues who are bleeding all over, Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling weird It occurred to me that there really is no revolution without bloodshed.

This time, completely tying Shanxi merchants to their own chariots can be regarded as a step of the bourgeois revolution, right?

"Eunuch Yan, these people stabbed your most beloved little eunuch, you have to see clearly and remember carefully one by one!" Ignoring the merchants who vomited more than halfway, Song Qingshu wiped his hands while turning his head away, then Hearing his voice, Yan Siyin, whose nose was bruised and face swollen from the beating, was shiveringly pushed out from the small door at the back.

Up to now, this guy is still not blessed, he whimpered and turned his head around, and finally fell on Song Qingshu with resentment, he also knew that he was used by Song Qingshu, if anyone dared to turn against him, he would let him go He came out to bite people, so his life was basically safe. He let out a groan to show that he had remembered, and the dead eunuch limped and left on his own.

Song Qingshu himself felt relieved after accepting the nomination certificate. Now these big businessmen are all grasshoppers tied to him by a rope, and he is not afraid of running away.It's not that he's a psychopath, he couldn't bear the two eunuchs who had made Hu Lian bloody, and ordered Zhou Yuji to deal with them, smiling like a spring breeze, and Song Qingshu personally opened the back door for these big merchants.

"Please come with Song!"

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It really makes the bourgeoisie corrupt and depraved. Song Qingshu’s little wilderness is full of chains, and there is a hole in the sky. Behind it is a rather large jade bath, which feels like a Turkish bath. The blood on his body is uncomfortable. Those businessmen also Following Song Qingshu's example, she took off her robe, wrapped it in a cotton towel, and lowered herself into the hot water one by one.

After washing off the blood, and drinking a glass of sour honey-lime juice, the disgusting feeling was suppressed a lot. Sitting comfortably on the sofa next to the bath, the business can finally be formally discussed.

Li Bao'er's delicate and beautiful handwriting, and the proposal written by Song Qing, have long been placed on the table and sent out to each person. After reading it for a while, he is also a wealthy businessman in Puzhou, an in-law of the Zhang family, and the eldest son of Taixing. The boss's *** was the first to light up, and he read it out in novelty.

"Ticket number!"

This thing is the business that Jin merchants relied on for prosperity in the Qing Dynasty. In the dark, it seems that they have this kind of fate with these simple and pioneering Shanxi merchants. Some backstage Song Qingshu had already thought about it, there were texts and pictures, and it was extremely clear, so the twelve businessmen still read it three or four times in a row, and none of them spoke.

After reading it for the fifth time, Zhang Mingxing put down the proposal with emotion. He had to say that Song Qingshu's business talent made him admire the five-body investment. It's no wonder he forced himself and others to sign the investment certificate just now. This business is too necessary Mutual trust, the goods are all silver!
Seeing that everyone had almost read it, Song Qingshu put down his wine glass and started the insurance promotion.

"Thanks to everyone's blessings, this year, Song earned 120 million taels of silver, and Eunuch Yan contributed 50 taels. Everyone probably knows what Song is doing. In the south, the 36th Battalion can still pay 100 million taels , the 250 million taels, Song put all of it into this ticket number."

"After this year, Mr. Song will lead an elite begging army to the south, just like our generation of counties. In Huguang, the generation of Jiangnan will open up a second base. Mr. Song intends to set this place in Huizhou, and then radiate to the south. Li, if this business is successful, we children from Shanxi will no longer have to carry huge amounts of silver when we go to Jiangnan to do business, and we can pass without hindrance with just a silver ticket! Yangzhou salt industry, Huangshan tea industry, and Nanhuo business will all be great. Playthings in our hands!"

Song Qingshu's words made the eyes of the twelve businessmen shine.

Imagine, if there is no Alipay and no bank in the 21st century, what kind of trouble will life be?These days, there are really no banks, and the currency of the peers is still such a heavy thing as silver. In the early days of the founding of the country, Ming Taizu issued paper money, Daming Baochao, but the thing without reserve has long since depreciated to the point of wiping his ass. Carrying a large amount of silver makes the merchant a fat sheep with serious influence in all parties, especially the government, and officials and thieves are terrible.

If Song Qingshu really established the ticket number that connects the north and the south, he would rather spend a large amount of money, and the businessmen and dignitaries who deposit the money in the ticket number will be like crucian carp crossing the river. There are raging wars these days, and no one can guarantee If you are rich, it is safer to go on the road with a few bank notes than to guard a large pile of silver. Both the north and the south use the ticket number to settle the settlement, which also saves a lot of resources for the merchants.

Besides, the silver is not left moldy in the cellar. Although there are no bank-type bank accounts these days, local money houses existed as early as the Tang Dynasty. It's exciting to think about other people's money making money for yourself.

Especially the slogan of Song Qingshu's ad, Connect the world!The businessmen present here are all excited.

"Marshal, I will go bankrupt and support the marshal's bank account business!" Anyway, Song Qingshu already has a handle, and the relationship between his family and the beggar army is the deepest. Qu Boju was the first to shout excitedly. come out.

"I will offer 60 taels, the investment ticket number!"

Who knew that Song Qingshu would blow his beard and stare as soon as the number came out.

"Get out, the family can offer up to 20 yuan, and I have to take half of the shares. If you offer 60 yuan, I will make less money?"

If there is too much money, I don’t want it. This kind of confidence that he will make money has moved the businessmen even more. Even Zhang Mingxing, who has always been cautious, jumped out.

"Marshal, my Zhang family's relationship in the court will also fully support the ticket number. Why should my Zhang family participate in more shares? My Zhang family in Puzhou will contribute 50 taels!"

"Marshal, our Qu family has been serving you for so many years, so why should we be kind to you? Does the Qu family pay 50 taels?"

"Marshal, my Wang family has always been loyal to you!"

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(End of this chapter)