As for the regulation in the Xixia Chamber of Commerce that required Fan merchants to only trade with the Wang family, Wang Zhi did not mention it. That was a regulation that restricted Fan merchants, but when it was mentioned to Song merchants, it was a regulation that restricted the Wang family.
After all, Song merchants had no choice. If they wanted Xixia goods, they could only trade with the Wang family. But there was no need for the Wang family to only trade with them. There were so many merchants in the Song Dynasty, and there was no threshold for trading in Fengxiang Mansion. They would definitely come in droves. , Wang Zhi would not be so stupid as to double the profit, so he had to bite the bullet and trade with members of the Northwest Chamber of Commerce.
After all, members only have the right of first refusal.
After a while, Wang Xiang came over with a still-written agreement. Wang Zhi took a look at it first and then passed it on.
The news only reached the first Song Shang, who asked, "Master Wang, why is this contract only for three years?"
Wang Zhi smiled and said: "Brother, since it is a contract, it naturally has a time limit. If Xixia is gone in these three years and the people of both countries can trade freely, then what kind of middleman do you think my Wang family is? "
Everyone laughed when they heard this, saying that it made sense.
The man also smiled and said nothing else. After reading the contract, he handed it to the next Song Shang.
After reading this, the Song merchant asked about the price of the goods.
Wang Zhi smiled and said: "This price is not set by me. It is naturally set by the Chamber of Commerce management team based on the market environment. If goods from both sides can enter the country on a large scale, then the price will naturally change."
The man nodded and asked the Chamber of Commerce management team related questions.
Wang Zhi replied: "Each family has one member in the management team. If there is an unqualified person, everyone will vote to expel them, and the member's family needs to send another person to replace him."
This person has no problem, pass it on to the next one...
After everyone had finished reading, Wang Zhi answered all the relevant questions one by one, and also added some innocuous regulations. Wang Zhi asked again if everyone had any objections and if anyone had withdrawn.
After seeing that everyone agreed, Wang Zhi ordered everyone to take a copy of the regulations according to Wang Xiang.
Finally, he led a group of Song businessmen to sign all the contracts, pressed their fingerprints and announced: the Northwest Chamber of Commerce was officially established!
It was established in this simple city, simple shops, and simple environment.
"Haha, okay! The border is dangerous, and we will work together to help each other."
"Uncle Xiang, please arrange a banquet. I want to entertain my chamber mates!"
Wang Xiang nodded and left to prepare. After a while, he was in the inner hall, changing cups and cups, and laughing and joking.
The Song merchants were still a little confused after they left. Why did they come to ask questions aggressively, but in the end they all fell under the bastard anger of a young man from the Wang family.
"This is an incredible person!"
"It's really terrifying that the Langya Wang family can stand on the land of China for thousands of years. Any descendant who is born will be so arrogant."
"It can't be compared, it can't be compared. Let's see. If the Wang family can really open up the Song-Xia trade route, this guild president will deserve to be made."
"You dare to bet your entire family, what else can you say? Let's go..."
A group of Song merchants walked out staggeringly, arm-in-arm with each other.
In the inner room of Wang's shop, a boy served Wang Zhi and Wang Xiang tea and then left.
Wang Zhi rubbed his temples and then opened his eyes. The haziness disappeared instantly, and clarity crept into his eyes.
For Wang Erlang, who was used to drinking at the height of his life in Fanlou, Bianjing, the drinks at Bianguan were only slightly better than Xiaoer Yinzi.
"Second Young Master, there really is no turning back this time!"
Wang Xiang picked up the tea and before he could take a sip, he found that his hands were shaking violently. In the end, he could only put down the teacup and let out a long sigh.
The smoother the plan progressed, the more scared he became, because as the plan progressed step by step, he was heading towards the cliff step by step.
In the end, only God knows whether he will attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven, or whether he will fall off a cliff and be shattered to pieces.
"Now that I have taken up this bow, I have never thought about looking back. They came just in time. This time, everyone in the clan has to agree whether they agree or disagree, haha..."
When things have developed to this point, this kid is still interested in talking and laughing. Wang Xiang couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw his appearance.
This time I really have to follow this kid all the way to the dark side, and I don't even have the chance to lose my mind.
Thinking about this, Wang Xiang, who was nearly fifty years old, actually felt a little heroic. Whether this was accomplished or not, he would have lived his life in this world in vain.
Just let this guy go!
…
During this time, with the strong support of border merchants from the Song Dynasty, the Wang family shop was no longer rigid and the sales limits were relaxed.
This made those merchants more confident in the Wang family's Xixia Chamber of Commerce. It was only the fourth day that they could supply goods to such a large extent. Their strength was truly unfathomable.
But Wang Zhi returned to the Zhenrong Army. He still couldn't give up on the Zhong family, and still had to fight for it. As long as the Zhong family let go, everything would fall into place, and the remaining small difficulties would be washed away before the overwhelming momentum. There is not a single bit left.
It is impossible to resist the common demands of the people of the two countries with manpower. As powerful as the Song Dynasty court, it can only control the general body, and smuggling will inevitably be rampant.
If Zhong Hao doesn't know what is good and what is good, then the uncle and nephew will inevitably have to fight with each other. The old stubborn man who must fight must lower his head and call me uncle!
Wang Erlang thought in disgust, as soon as he entered Zhenrongjun City, he was chased by someone and said that Zhong Tongpan was looking for him.
Uncle is looking for me?
Have you figured it out?
The innocent Wang Erlang rushed into the office of the government magistrate.
"Zhuzi, come here!"
As soon as he entered the door, he was yelled at and cursed. Wang Erlang backed away. Before he could turn around and run away, Zhong Hao dragged him back by his collar.
"Uncle, uncle, let go, I was wrong, wrong!" Wang Erlang begged bitterly.
Zhong Hao lifted him to the stool, sat down and cursed, "Tell me, where did you go wrong?"
"I...my mistake was that I didn't bring Pingxia City's beef steamed buns to my uncle. Hey, uncle, let me tell you, Pingxia City's beef steamed buns are delicious..."
"Shut up, you!"
Zhong Hao stopped Wang Zhi's chatter and asked, "Tell me, what do you want to do with the secret recruitment of troops? Rebellion?"
Wang Erlang shrank his head and said, "Uncle, you...know everything?"
"There is nothing in this northwest border that my family doesn't know about."
"I not only know about your recruitment in the ravine, I also know your actions in Pingxia City these days."
"We built a Northwest Chamber of Commerce yesterday, right?"
As Zhong Hao picked them out one by one, Wang Erlang was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to speak. He felt that he was just a naked kid in front of his uncle. He thought he was doing something fairly hidden, but it turned out that he couldn't hide in front of his uncle. .
"I asked you not to spend the night in Pingxia City, not to interfere in the affairs of the city, and not to conflict with the people in the city. It would be better for you to just run Pingxia City as your home base."
"Pingxia City is great. It's a two-way zone. No one can control you no matter what you want, right?"
Wang Erlang was still smiling. He didn't dare to refute, and he didn't have anything to say to refute, because what he said... was completely correct.
"I have to obey you, my eldest nephew. You have only been at the border for just a few days, and you have already held all the merchants of Song and Xia in your hands. Given time, do you think you will really be able to accomplish something?"
"It's just a pity that your uncle is not dead yet."
Looking at his nephew who was still smiling playfully, Zhong Hao couldn't help but get really angry, "I'm warning you Wang Erlang, don't make any small moves in the northwest to destroy the pattern of Song and Xia. How to deal with Xixia's own temple decision, you want to pull the entire Langya King The family is in the abyss, but don’t drag down my family, I will not allow you to do things to benefit the enemy in the northwest."
"Today I have issued an order prohibiting the people of the Song Dynasty and the civilians within the territory from recruiting soldiers, and prohibiting any commercial goods from passing through the territory of the Zhenrong Army. I will also notify other border military towns in place. You can't even think of doing it under my nose."
Hearing this, Wang Zhi couldn't bear it any longer. He patted the stool and stood up, glaring condescendingly at the old stubborn in front of him, "Uncle... I respect you as an elder. Just because I whispered my request over and over again, it doesn't mean that I'm afraid of you." , without you as a butcher, I, Wang Erlang, can still eat those pigs."
"It's ridiculous that you expect the temple to deal with Xixia. The Song Dynasty has been a country for more than 160 years and has been fighting Xixia for more than 160 years!"
"It's been more than one hundred and sixty years. How much money is invested in this gate every year, how many lives are lost, how many wives are separated, and how many families are destroyed. You, the gatekeeper here, know better than me!"
"Sanchuankou! Haoshuichuan! Dingchuan Village! Yongle City! Dashun City! Lingzhou! Hengshan! My great-grandfather and hundreds of thousands of bones are all watching there eagerly!"
"We'll wait and see when your Zhong family and the Great Song Temple will regain Xixia and return to the glory of the Tang Dynasty!"
"But what?"
"What are your Zhong family and Da Song doing? What have they done?"
"How many more hundred and sixty years do you want to spend? How many more lives do you want to kill and how many families do you want to harm before you give up?"
"The life of your family is life, isn't their life not life?"
Wang Zhi ignored the livid Zhong Hao and shouted directly: "Wang Gui!"
The one-eyed man with a fierce look entered in response.
"Go, arrange for someone to contact all the military guards at the border and give me a bribe!"
"If ten thousand is not enough, give one hundred thousand. If one hundred thousand is not enough, remember his face for me. I will see his head within a month!"
"you……"
Zhong Hao pointed at his nose, his eyes widened angrily, and he breathed rapidly.
"You can't stop the general trend, just watch!"
Wang Zhi lifted up his robe and strode out.
Until Wang Zhi had left for a long time, Zhong Hao still stood there without moving for a long time.
Only the ups and downs of the chest and the heavy and rapid breathing can tell that this is not a sculpture.
When the attendants outside saw this, they didn't dare to disturb them. After all, there was a quarrel between uncles and nephews, and it didn't matter if outsiders interfered.
It wasn't until the second day that any scribe entered the office. He was startled when he saw Tong San sitting in a chair and not returning home all night.
When he looked at Tongpan again, his eyes were already bloodshot.
The clerk was so frightened that he dared not speak out. After a while, he dared to ask in a low voice, "Tongjian, do you still want to send out the documents you asked me to withhold yesterday?"
Zhong Hao let out a breath of air, as if he had just returned from the underworld to the sun, and finally waved his hand weakly, "For now...keep it."
"Yes, Tong San."
The scribe responded and exited the already crowded room.
