Destroying people's wealth is like killing their parents. Prince Zheng Chengzhi's plan was good. While the emperor was happy, he approved the preparations for the construction of the railway network. After that, it was a good opportunity for people like them to make a fortune.
This time everyone must not throw away the original and cheapest insider stocks. Not only that, they must also join forces to hire expert traders from Jiangnan to speculate in the market!
Anyone with a big head can make a lot of money, why can't these dragons and grandsons make a lot of money?
But everything was messed up by Weng Tong and the bunch of Confucian scholars, and of course Xin Jian, his life-and-death enemy, who killed his so easy slave!
"Xin Jian...I haven't avenged my complaint against you yet. Are you looking for trouble again today?"
"You ruined Long Live Lord's good mood. You ruined my plan to make money... I'm going to kill you!"
"And Weng Tong and... I won't let you go either!"
Prince Zheng Chengzhi, who had drunk too much, howled like a wolf, and several princes nearby could not hold it down. "Hey Chengzhi, please keep your voice down... Walls have ears! Don't let the court hear you, stop shouting..."
"Raise your head... let Chengzhi sober up and go to sleep!"
The extremely drunk Prince Zheng Chengzhi was carried back to the back house by the eunuchs. He was drunk and kept shouting all the way!
Prince Li was also blowing his beard angrily, "What a bad time! When have we Eight Banners princes ever suffered such a loss? Is it so difficult to make some money?"
"If our ancestors had just entered the country, there would have been so many bad things. The wealth in the world would have been swallowed up as soon as they saw it!"
"Look at the moment...don't you just want to be a banker? You are making things difficult for us as grandsons. Such a bunch of bastards are jumping out and barking!"
When people saw that the old prince was drunk, they really couldn't drink at this banquet, so they quickly persuaded Prince Lao Li to go home as well. The group of people dispersed and went back to their homes!
This was destined to be an unquiet night, just as the people in the capital were chatting excitedly about today's luxurious royal guard of honor and waiting for the Qing Times report tomorrow morning to speculate wildly.
The Jingshi Iron Works on the bank of Qinghe River is still very busy!
What Fu Qing said was not wrong at all. Steelmaking in this blast furnace really cannot be stopped. The internal fuel must be kept burning for a long time. Otherwise, the molten steel will condense and this huge blast furnace will be scrapped!
A team of foreign and Chinese engineers developed a standardized operating schedule for these apprentices from the Qing Dynasty. The workers worked in three shifts to service this black-smoking blast furnace 24 hours a day!
Xin Jian stared at two furnaces of steel today and was really exhausted. His colleagues in Germany forced him to go back to rest. Such high-intensity work fatigue would cause big problems.
Xin Jian hated the Manchus, but he didn't hate the factory. He felt very close to the blast furnaces, machinery, and steel when he saw them. Being with the workers was as comfortable as going home!
After leaving the workshop, I took a shower and had a delicious dinner. When I was lying on the bed, I found that I had some food, so I jumped out of bed and took a lantern out for a walk to inspect every corner of the factory.
All the workers along the way knew him. Some called him "Hard Worker", some called him "Master", and some old-fashioned workers called him "Sir!"
Xin Jian smiled and greeted each one of them. He could name these simple workers of the Qing Dynasty. Apart from the fact that the braids on their backs were different from his own, there was no other difference!
After a few words of mutual care, safety reminders, and joking, Xin Jian went on inspecting each workshop and process one by one!
Blast furnace workshop, casting workshop, sand casting workshop, stockyard, waste dumping site, railway for pulling materials... He is familiar with almost every inch of land here, and he has to inspect it!
Then with the faint light of the kerosene windproof horse lantern, he gradually inspected most of the steel plant. By a little after ten o'clock in the evening, Xin Jian had already inspected the coking plant adjacent to the iron plant!
The road leading to the coke oven has to pass through a coal stockyard more than 70 meters away. The dark path is lined with mountains of coal, all of which are the best anthracite white coal transported from Shanxi!
These anthracite coals reflect the dark light under the moonlight. Many coal blocks are as huge as rocks and are as tall as half a person!
Xin Jian was indeed a little sleepy at the moment. He hit a hatchet to prepare to go back to sleep after inspecting the coke oven!
But at the moment when he yawned, people's hearing will be temporarily reduced, and suddenly there was a small crashing sound of coal on the left coal mountain, but he didn't know it and continued to move forward!
A dark path, a faintly lit horse lantern, and coal mountains on both sides with millions of tons of coal piled up, as high as three or four stories high!
The closer Xin Jian walked to the center, the closer he was to danger. He had no idea that several pairs of eyes were already staring at him in the dark night!
Woo hoo hoo... Suddenly Xin Jian heard the wind sound like a ghost crying above his head. This wind sound was like a signal, and then there was a crackling sound from the coal mountains on both sides!
"Ah! Coal Mountain is about to collapse..." Xin Jian was really tired, and his reaction speed was half a beat slower at this moment. Don't you know how to run now?
Some black figures suddenly appeared on the coal mountains on both sides, desperately pushing down the huge coal. Some people didn't know what they were blowing in their mouths, and they were whining like ghosts crying!
Xin Jian had never been to the northwest. He didn't know that this was a special musical instrument that could only be seen in the northwest. It was called Tao Xun. These people used this kind of Tao Xun to give orders!
And Tao Xun's voice really sounded like a ghost crying in the dark night, it was very, very penetrating!
Of course, it was not the 21st century during the Qing Dynasty. There was no network where information was exploding to search for information. The people's vision was very closed, and it was difficult to understand things hundreds of miles away.
Among the people on the Great Plains of Zhili, who knew that an ancient clay musical instrument, the Xun, was still preserved in the Northwest? I have never heard of the name, and many people really think this place is haunted!
"Master, be careful..." At the critical moment, two figures ran desperately from the direction of the coke workshop, shouting as they ran.
"Master has thrown away the lamp... Throw it away... Run away..."
Only then did Xin Jian realize what was going on. Didn't he point out the target for others by holding the lantern? Quickly throw the lantern into the distance, and then run towards the coke workshop!
Now the attackers could not find their target. The huge lump of coal reflected above caused a small landslide, and thousands of kilograms of coal rolled down the slope!
Tao Xun's voice began to change. These attackers saw many workers coming from a distance to come to support them. They did not dare to stay and quickly fled the coal yard!
The scale of this small landslide was quite large. As Xin Jian ran all the way, the rolling coals behind him started to crackle and hit him. Many small pieces hit his head and back!
When I saw the light of a lantern ahead, I heard a scream not far away: "Huzi! Huzi was hit..."
