Zhang Zhiwei looked at those wealthy businessmen with a half-smile and asked who they were investing in.
Now in the Northeast, the Japanese pirates are entrenched in Liaodong, and their influence radiates throughout the Northeast. The situation is treacherous. If you invest there, isn't that investing in the Japanese pirates?
As long as these people are profiteers who are struggling to make money for the country, he will use the magical power of the Godhead Mask, his eyes will burst into flames, and they will be burned to the ground.
Facing Zhang Zhiwei's questions, these people did not dare not answer.
"We are going to build a factory, we are going to Fengtian to build a factory and invest in Zhang Dashuai!"
Fengtian...Zhang Dashuai...Zhang Zhiwei had a piercing eye. Knowing that these people were not lying, they calmed down a little.
The viciousness that rushed straight to the door, almost choosing others to devour, subsided slightly. The people on the opposite side breathed a sigh of relief, with cold sweat all over their backs. They just felt that they had walked away from the gate of hell.
"What to invest in?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.
The middle-aged factory director who called himself Xiao Liu knocked his hat on his chest, lowered his head and smiled:
"Invest in textile factories, sugar mills, iron mines, education, etc., and have something in every aspect!"
"so much?"
Zhang Zhiwei put the Dongfeng sword on the ground on the recliner and said: "It is useless for a businessman to get up early, so why would he want to do this in Fengtian? I wonder if there are many rules there?"
Factory Director Xiao Liu said: "I know, I know, but this time is different. This time Dashuai Zhang has given a lot of preferential policies, and these projects are all led by Dashuai Zhang, giving the green light all the way, and no one dares to embarrass them."
"Also, I heard that the commander-in-chief wants to develop heavy industry. He is already talking with foreign companies and is preparing to expand the Fengtian Ordnance Factory and build three factories for guns, artillery, and artillery shells..."
Under Zhang Zhiwei's intimidation, Director Liu said everything he knew, as if pouring beans.
After listening to what the factory director said, Zhang Zhiwei was thoughtful.
Thanks to the large population brought by the "Crossing the Guandong", the Northeast experienced a period of rapid development at this stage. As for the so-called heavy industry, the most popular arsenal in the three northeastern provinces was born from this.
"He's courageous, but Zhang just took over the mess in the three provinces. Where did he get the money to do this in a big way?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.
Factory manager surnamed Zhang... Xiao Liu, who had a cold sweat on his face, paused, swallowed forcefully, and said:
"It's... it's... a loan... a loan... from the Japanese... a loan, yes, a loan!"
Loan... Zhang Zhiwei smiled, but he knew that his family member was a fool. He said it was a loan, but it was actually a loan, and he never wanted to repay it.
However, as the old saying goes, if you come out to mess around, you have to pay back.
What's more, Japanese pirates are like wolves and have red hair like tigers.
Doing this with them is undoubtedly seeking the skin of tigers and wolves. If you are not careful, you will overturn!
Zhang Zhiwei was thinking when a man wearing a steward uniform and a long box hanging around his neck walked into the carriage.
As soon as he stepped in, he felt an extremely heavy feeling, as if there was a thousand kilograms of weight on his back, which made his legs tremble.
His thoughts were interrupted, Zhang Zhiwei narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding his big star-like eyes, and restrained his sharp Qi like a blade.
Since he was not directly investing in the Japanese pirates, he was too lazy to do it.
As soon as Zhang Zhiwei, the big brother, restrained himself, Lu Jin's tense bowstring-like state was also cancelled, and it gathered in the upper Dantian. The Qi, which was about to start its reverse state, flowed back to the lower Dantian.
Lu Ci withdrew the Ruyi Jin that was circulating in the palm of his hand, ready to go out, intending to shock the people in the car to death.
As for Wang Ai, he stuffed the Shentu scroll back, took out a few pastries and gnawed on them, eating something to calm down his shock.
Suddenly, the tense atmosphere in the carriage suddenly relaxed.
Amid the ups and downs, the bodyguards who had wanted to draw their guns before had their legs weak and sat back on their seats, panting heavily with lingering fear. They were covered in cold sweat as if they had just been soaked in water.
As for the wealthy businessmen, they were all slumped on the velvet chairs, their bodies were limp, their backs were cold, and their heads were covered with beads of sweat.
On the other hand, the flight attendant who came in last didn't have a deep impression because it was over as soon as he came in.
The depression he felt at that moment was regarded as physical discomfort by him.
He was a little confused, so he looked at everyone. Why did he react like this to someone who encountered a ghost?
Finally, he found the most normal-looking and tallest person in the group.
"Sir, there are free cigarettes available in first class seats. Do you want them?"
The flight attendant showed Zhang Zhiwei the box hanging on his chest.
It turned out that this was a small cigarette cabinet with various cigarettes placed inside.
Zhang Zhiwei glanced at it and saw that these cigarette boxes were similar to those a hundred years later, except that the patterns on the boxes were very boring.
Although Zhang Zhiwei didn't smoke, since it was given for free, he might be able to use it in Liaodong, so cigarettes would clear the way.
While picking through the boxes, Zhang Zhiwei saw a pack of cigarettes with the word Pirate on the box and a picture of a ghost holding a knife, and said:
"That's it, pirate cigarettes!"
"Hey, sir, you have such a good taste. This cigarette is a good one. Many great writers like it. But...this cigarette is not some pirate cigarette. It is called 'Lao Dao' cigarette. Because this cigarette There is a picture of a foreigner holding a knife on the box, so it is called the 'Old Knife Brand'."
The flight attendant explained with a smile and handed the cigarette to Zhang Zhiwei.
"Yeah?"
Zhang Zhiwei looked at the "Laodao" cigarette, pointed at the Pirate on it and said:
"The knife is just a pattern. This string of letters means pirates in foreign languages. However, if you want to call it 'Lao Dao Pai', then call it 'Lao Dao Pai'!"
Of course Zhang Zhiwei knew that this cigarette was called "Laodao Brand". He even knew that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, this cigarette would be nationalized and renamed "Labor Brand", and would finally be discontinued in 1990.
However, that was many years later.
Now, compared to the name of Laodao brand, Zhang Zhiwei prefers to call it its original name-Pirate Cigarettes.
After all, the people who made it were originally a group of pirates.
"Sir, you are still very foreign and knowledgeable. How can I understand foreign languages? Everyone calls him Lao Daopai, and I also call him Lao Daopai." The flight attendant laughed.
He then went to hand out cigarettes to others.
Seeing Zhang Zhiwei taking a pack of Pirate Brand cigarettes, Master Lu Jin, Lu Ci, and Master Wang Ai also took a pack each.
Soon, the train started moving, spitting out steam, like a long dragon running on the rails, and the strong wind blew up countless wild flowers and grasses.
As the train went up the mountain, Zhang Zhiwei sat on a recliner and fell asleep, but in reality he began to polish his life again.
After making eye contact, Lu Jin and Lu Ci handed over the important matter of vigil to Wang Ai in a tacit understanding, and the two began to meditate and practice.
They all know the basics, although Wang Ai looks like a fool who doesn't understand anything and only knows how to do bad things.
But if he was really a fool, Lu Ci wouldn't drag him to Liaodong.
This kid might make a fool of himself when it comes to Guan Shihua, but at other times, he's a shady person.
Therefore, Lu Jin and Lu Ci felt free to entrust their backs to Wang Ai and let him watch the night.
I saw Wang Ai looking honest and honest. After rummaging through the bulging package for a while, he took out a pile of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, a picture scroll, and a paintbrush.
Then, while eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake, I leisurely painted on the scroll.
What he drew were little people, somewhat ugly, as abstract as those drawn by a child who had just learned to draw.
But what no one saw was that every time he drew a strange and abstract villain, the villain would jump out of the painting and turn into a ball of black air that was invisible to the naked eye.
At this moment, it was late at night, and the steam train was running loudly. The boiler was burning, and while the steam was rising, it also brought out a large amount of coal ash, which spilled into the air.
The little people painted by Wang Ai were hidden in the soot. Some of them climbed out of the car window and onto the roof of the car, while others came to other cars to guard and look around.
Others crawled around the car along the windows, sticking their heads out, looking at each person one by one, eavesdropping on their conversations to determine whether they were dangerous.
Only the wealthy businessmen who had been frightened by Zhang Zhiwei were heard discussing matters.
However, perhaps because they knew that Zhang Zhiwei and his team were very capable, they did not communicate by talking, but took out a piece of paper and communicated the situation by writing.
One person wrote: "How about we get off at the next stop and change carriages. Those young people are so scary, especially the tallest one. When I saw the waves in the Qiantang River last year, I didn't feel as oppressive as he did." Ah, I’m afraid it’s a stranger with some cultivation base!”
"I also think it should be changed. My bodyguard just told me that these people are all very capable people. Once he takes action, he may not even have time to shoot, and he will be killed. You have also seen the skills of my bodyguard. He's a strange person who can't be approached by dozens of people. He's said so. How can he still be lying? When I think of such strong men not far away, I get scared!"
"It's all your fault, Old Liu. I told you to reserve a carriage, but you said no, and said that those who can take the special carriage are either rich or noble. We can make some friends and expand our network. It's easier to do things when we have more friends. As a result, Look, what is going on, I almost died!"
"Yes, yes, Lao Liu, what you did is not authentic. We are really unlucky this time. We should change carriages quickly!"
The old factory director Liu wrote: "Actually, you can't say that. Judging from the dress and temperament of these people, they are definitely either rich or noble, and they may even have status in the alien circle. The reason why this happened The main reason for this kind of thing is that a few bodyguards didn't open their eyes and reached out to touch the gun to offend them. If it is a normal situation, not to mention making friends, at least they will not become enemies."
"What should we do now? Do we need to change cars?"
Old Factory Manager Liu pondered for a moment and wrote: "No need to. Judging from their appearance, they are probably going to the Northeast. They didn't do anything to us just now, and they probably won't do it in the future. We will just follow them all the way, and we will be safe!"
"You also went to the Northeast to join the commander-in-chief?" another person wrote.
"Probably not. Didn't you hear it? He called the commander Zhang before. He probably is not the same person. So next, we have to be careful with our words and deeds and don't make them unhappy. When we get to Fengtian, we will report to the commander. Let’s take a look at this matter and see if the commander can know the details of these people!”
Factory Director Old Liu took a pen and wrote rustlingly.
But what he couldn't see was that while he was writing, a twisted figure invisible to the naked eye lowered his head, almost sticking to his paper.
(End of chapter)
