It’s No Use Calling Me Mom

      The old man couldn't think of any other reason except that Smith went back to sleep and regretted the price increase.

    "No, daddy, Smith didn't raise the price, I wanted to buy something else." Wang Qingqing took the old man's arm and rolled into the study like a gust of wind. After locking the door, she hugged her tightly. The box in his arms lifted the lid and handed it to Mr. Ye: "Look!"

    "This, this, this..." The old man glanced at the contents of the box and was so shocked that he couldn't say anything.

      There are two carrying guns (1) that the old man bought at a high price in the warehouse on duty.

      Pick it up from the box and play with it repeatedly.

    He looked at it and looked at it suspiciously: "This, is this a gun?"

    "Yeah!" Wang Qingqing nodded to the old man: "The latest one produced by the Belgian Herstal company, the power is very impressive."

    "Good things, really good things." Mr. Ye picked up the bullets one by one and rubbed them carefully: "If you want to talk about power, the guns produced by the imperial court also Not bad, a single shot knocked down a wall, the highest record, and wounded nine people with one shot."

    "It's a pity, it's a pity." Mr. Ye put down the bullet, raised his coat and sat on a chair with a melancholy sigh: "Several gun manufacturing bureaus are controlled by corrupt officials and corrupt officials. In the hands, cutting corners is common, and even the barrels are made of different lengths to blow up the chambers repeatedly, one shot is fired, the enemy is not killed, but a large number of their own people are injured."

    As Mr. Ye spoke, he put the bullets upright one by one and carefully placed them in a row. He glanced left and right, then pointed to the row of bullets and said to Wang Qingqing: "Look at the foreigners, this little guy. A small bullet, all of them are generally the same."

    He picked up the gun again and weighed it in his hand: "It's made of steel, and it's very heavy."

    The old man put down the gun and sighed: "If our court can make the guns as good as this foreign gun, what about the Eight-Power Allied Forces?"

    Father Ye's words made Wang Qingqing silent. This dark history is a pain in the hearts of all Chinese people.

    "Qingqing!" The old man picked up his mood and reminded his daughter: "This foreign gun can be sold to us from the other side of the ocean, and it has nothing to do with its high quality. This is how guns are made, we The same is true of making cloth, no matter when, you have to give it a good quality control, you must not be greedy for small profits and produce defective products, remember?"

    "Quality and credibility are the foundation of a firm's survival." Wang Qingqing nodded and assured the old man, "Don't worry, Dad, I'll save it."

    "Well said, well said." Wang Qingqing's words made the old man nodded again and again with joy: "With you taking over my mantle, our old Ye family is hopeful for revitalization."

    "Dad, you look at it." Wang Qingqing and the old man made a deal: "I designate that we can make our Dashengchang a leading business in China."

    "Okay, daddy watch." Old man Ye asked her happily, "Where did you get this gun? Did you get it from Smith?"

    "Yeah!" Wang Qingqing said to Mr. Ye with a look of joy: "Smith has a cousin who works for the Belgian Herstal company. That company is a serious weapons manufacturer. I Want to meet his cousin through Smith."

    Herstal in Belgium is still well-known in later generations, with customers from more than 100 countries and regions, and the variety of weapons produced is almost all over the world. The parent company of the Ronning Arms Company. If you can build a good relationship with their internal staff now, it will be useful in the future.

    The world is dark, Wang Qingqing is willing to contribute to the bright future.

    The old man was startled when he heard Wang Qingqing's words, he suddenly raised his head to look at Wang Qingqing, and asked her with trembling lips, "Daughter, what do you want to do?"

    At this moment, the old man is extremely regretful. Why did he move his family to the next door to Cao's house after he opened Dashengchang? In such a big Tianjin city, where can't they hold their old Ye family? Why is it so unlucky to be a neighbor with the Cao family?

    My daughter didn't make a fuss to chase that Cao Zixi back this time. It turned out that it wasn't because she gave up on him, but because she was determined to support that Cao Zixi's revolution? Look, this has begun to prepare armaments for that Cao Zixi!

    Wang Qingqing didn't know that Mr. Ye had made up a lot in an instant. She counted seven bullets and pressed them into the magazine one by one, and then filled the magazine into the gun and raised her hand. | The gun pointed at the decorative painting on the wall and gestured likely: "Father, this thing is considered an object if it has bullets. Get some more sons to bounce back."

    Just get some bullets! After hearing this, Old Man Ye, who was frightened to death, breathed a sigh of relief: "Sure, how much do you want? Dad will prepare it for you."

    "Well, if you don't delay our business, you can give me all the remaining money!" On this line, buy as much as you can.”

    The old man Ye, whose heart was still hanging in his throat and was not sure, stood up when he heard the words "huh", he asked Wang Qingqing with wide eyes and a hoarse voice: "You, you bought so much What do you want to do?"

    "Dad, how about we build a security team?" Wang Qingqing asked Mr. Ye seriously.

      The factory, the amount of goods handled every day is not a small amount, and now the world is so chaotic, without any security force of our own, a few thieves can bring disaster to us." Wang Qingqing stood up and paced Fang Bu to analyze carefully with Mr. Ye .

      , she stopped and grabbed the old man Ye's arm and shook it back and forth: "Dad, what do you think of my idea?"

    I am building my own security team, not sending equipment to that Cao Zixi!

    After listening to the girl's idea, Mr. Ye with a heart finally put his heart in his stomach. As long as the girl is not involved with that Cao Zixi, let alone pull up a security team, Even two or three can be built.

    "It's fine, it's still my daughter who is thoughtful." Old man Ye patted the back of his daughter's hand, smiling with chrysanthemums all over his face: "Dad will raise money for you, let's buy it!"

    Since he promised his daughter, the old man began to raise funds. After the start of the weaving factory and the subsequent money for the cloth machine, there was not much cash left in his hand. He sold some property shops, and his actions caused quite a stir among the servants at home.

      Selling the land is a sign that the family business is going to decline.

    Mother Zhang listened to the small talk among the servants of the Ye family, and when she came back, she reported to Cao Yuer worriedly: "Master Ye has started to sell the land, this Ye family is not about to fall. Bar?"

    When she was idle and bored, Zhang Ma used needlework to pass her time. Female red is a skill that girls must know, so Cao Yuer is also very interested in this, and she is very good at learning. serious.

    While busy with the needlework in her hand, she complained to Zhang Ma: "Since ancient times, the male masters the outside and the female masters the inside, but this Ye family, Ye Ye has no son, and should have two rooms in his early years. The concubine continues the incense, he has to raise a girl like a boy, he doesn't tell where he goes, and he teaches business with his hands, it really has no rules at all!"

    Mother Zhang was stunned when she heard these very familiar words, and thought about it, wasn't this what the old lady of the Cao family often said when she was alive?

    "Even if I missed it in the early years, now I should adopt a son from that clan." Cao Yu'er cut off the thread with scissors, and took the finished coat in her hand and looked at it: " After all, Ye Qingqing is a daughter, who would look at her when she goes out to do business? It's no wonder she can support this family business!"

    "Then what can we do?" Cao Yuer's eyes were red: "The left is just changing a family and continuing to rely on others."

    Mother Zhang pondered for a while, her eyes lit up, and she whispered to Cao Yu'er: "Miss, I will go and tell the housekeeper, you want to make big clothes, and let him send more of those thick materials. Come."

    "Mother Zhang, your heart is wide enough. At this time, you are still thinking about making clothes." Cao Yuer was in a bad mood, and threw the finished little clothes in her hand into the sewing basket next to her.

    "Hey! My good lady!" Zhang Ma stepped forward and approached Cao Yu'er's ear: "We live in Ye's house, and they take care of our food and drink, so it's not good for us. It’s the same when you ask them for money, and ask them to make more clothes from the thick and expensive materials. You make a few boxes of clothes. You can wear what you can wear. If you can’t wear it, go to the pawnshop. , can't this be exchanged for money?"

    "That's right!" Cao Yu'er rolled her eyes and realized that Ma's idea was really good: "Okay, just do it, you help me do it together."

    "Yeah!" Zhang Ma nodded heavily: "Let's make the big clothes to wear outside, and the price for pawning can be higher."

    "Mother Zhang, go to the kitchen later and tell them I'm going to eat Babao Duck Dongpo Pork Knuckle Roasted Sea Cucumber." Cao Yuer ordered the dishes: "If you have a chance, just eat it now. Hurry up and eat it, so that you won't be able to eat it if you want to eat it after the Ye family is defeated."

    This old Ye family is a piece of fat, and anyone who encounters it wants to take a bite. .

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    Bearing the gun (1): China's unique weapon, the Qing army had a large number of equipment during the Opium War, and it was very popular in the middle and late Qing Dynasty. The gun is nearly three meters long, and two people are required to control it when firing.