The scene that night in the auction house happened again, in the main hall of Qianqi Camp.
Horse farms, poor academies, brothels, quarries, livestock farms, everyone competed to bid.
This is what Chu Qing can think of at this stage.
It is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish. The situation of the border troops cannot be solved by giving money.
The frontier troops are suffering because of the environment and the general environment.
Chu Qing can't change the big environment, but he can change the small environment.
3.6 million yuan was obtained. The Fu family alone invested 800,000 yuan.
Official positions are given by the palace.
He accounts for 80% of the money earned.
So this matter is tantamount to Chu Qing selling his loneliness and getting benefits in the palace. As for the merchants, in Chu Qing's words, they invested in the "future".
The money was still not enough. Even if Jiang Ergou had to lie shirtless and sleep among the banknotes again, Chu Qing still felt that it was not enough.
He didn't know how much money it would cost, he only knew that the more the merrier, so, with a group of losers, Chu Qing came to Tai'anfang again and knocked on the door of the Zhou family.
The Zhou family is where the dream begins. Yesterday Chu Qing extorted 250,000 yuan from the Zhou family.
Jiang Yuesheng's face turned red, and he couldn't stand it anymore, because Chu Qing said that he was going to visit Zhou's house again, and maybe he could "blackmail" some more.
Blushing, Jiang Yuesheng pressed the hilt of his sword, ready to fight at any moment.
Fu San on the side shook his head secretly.
With Jiang Yuesheng's face, he was able to become the deputy commander, but thanks to his meeting with my young master, his ancestral graves were set on fire.
In fact, when the Zhou family opened the side door and learned that Chu Qing, the commander-in-chief of the Thousand Cavalry Battalion, had arrived, a group of people numbering in their twenties ran out, each with a more ferocious expression. The leader was none other than the Zhou family's leader. The boss Zhou Zhengye is the old Zhoutou.
Zhou Zhengye had just been rescued. His son Zhou Chang reported to his father at the court today about the official conclusion in the court that the Zhou family were the ones who were taken advantage of. Wake up.
"How dare you come!"
Zhou Zhengye, who was almost seventy, pointed at Chu Qing's nose and yelled: "You are such an arrogant kid, I... I'll fight with you!"
Fu San drew out his short sword and was eager to try it: "Come on, come on."
Zhou Zhengye was shocked.
Not to mention, Chu Qing's identity was there. He went up to beat the leader of the emperor's army, and no one cared about him even if the scouts hacked him to death with knives.
Zhou Zhengye's complexion changed slightly, and he was huffing and puffing, but he didn't dare to take another step forward.
His son Zhou Chang was afraid that his father would be angry and confused, so he quickly went up to hold his father.
"Dad, don't get angry with this thief. Don't be impulsive. Don't be impulsive."
Originally, his son didn't stop him, and nothing happened. When he saw that someone was blocking him, Zhou Zhengye got excited, waved his arms and shouted angrily.
"Don't stop my father. Do you think my father dares to kill this thief today?"
"Dad, please don't be impulsive."
Zhou Zhengye became more energetic, his body was almost empty, and his old legs were kicking back and forth: "Let go of me, father. This thief has bullied others too much. I, father, will cut him into pieces today!"
It was also a coincidence that Zhou Chang pulled back and stepped on the threshold. He almost fell and subconsciously gave up his hand.
With a "plop", Zhou Zhengye sat down on the ground.
Then, Zhou Zhengye was very silent and sat on the ground in a heap, which was quite embarrassing.
Zhou Chang was startled and quickly helped his father up: "Dad, it's okay for you."
Zhou Zhengye got excited again: "Let go, let go for my father, let's fight with him for my father!"
Chu Qing rolled his eyes: "Don't worry about it, old coffin. Thanks to your courage, you don't even dare to take charge of me."
"You... okay, you bully others too much, you are rampant, you... you..."
"You are as big as your mother."
Chu Qing didn't have a good impression of these aristocratic families at all. He squinted his eyes and said, "Old man, for one hundred thousand guan, within a year, your Zhou family's caravan can pass through the border unimpeded."
The Zhou family members were all stunned, and then everyone had angry expressions on their faces.
Zhou Chang, who had just been promoted to a doctor in the Ministry of Rites, couldn't bear it anymore: "Chu Qing, don't be so arrogant!"
Chu Qing shrugged: "If you don't pay, your Zhou family's caravan and border troops will arrest every one they see. Each one they catch will be confiscated, and each one will be fined and beaten."
"you…"
"Aren't you, the Zhou family, a wine seller? You sell the wine to the grasslands to exchange for furs. Go ahead and dream about it. I can just say a word from my commander. At least ten breweries can be built at the border immediately. Who will buy your dirty wine? Not only that, This commander also wants to compete maliciously. The wine shops in Beijing, no, all the wine shops, as long as they want to sell the stuffed donkeys from the southern suburbs, they can’t sell your Zhou family’s wine!”
Zhou Zhengye's old face turned pale.
Sixty percent of the Zhou family's property is land, and the remaining 40% is the brewery.
Because of the emergence of Mendao Donkey, their workshop has not been as profitable as before and has begun to go to the low-end market. If Chu Qing really does this, the losses to the Zhou family can be imagined.
Everyone in the Zhou family dared not speak out, and their eyes were wide open. It must be said that Chu Qing had three inches of their Zhou family.
In fact, Chu Qing has always been able to do this, but he didn't do it because Meng Daolv was in the high-end market. The market was too big for him to monopolize it, let alone think of it.
Looking at Chu Qing's confident look, Zhou Zhengye couldn't hold on any longer. He rolled his eyes and fainted. The whole Zhou family was shocked.
Zhou Chang's eyes were about to burst: "Chu Qing, if there is something wrong with my father, we, the Zhou family, will never share the same fate with you!"
Chu Qing also didn't expect that this old man would be so mentally fragile.
In fact, it's not that Zhou Zhengye's mental quality is poor, it's mainly that he can't stand a second blow.
"Go away!" Fu San suddenly stepped forward and rolled up his sleeves: "Put him down flat."
The Zhou family looked hesitant, and Fu San was already squatting on the ground and starting to feel Zhou Zhengye's pulse.
Seeing Fu San's appearance, the Zhou family looked anxious.
Although Zhou Zhengye is the helmsman of the aristocratic family, he is still a high-ranking figure in the capital. His disciples and former officials are all officials in the capital. If something happens, Chu Qing will not be able to explain it easily.
Fu San understands this very well.
After following Chu Qing for so long, the third brother also knows what it means to see the overall situation and try his best to reduce unnecessary troubles for Chu Qing.
The third brother looked at Zhou Zhengye's slightly heaving chest, stood up, looked solemn, and spoke in a deep voice.
"Bury him, he's dead."
Everyone: "..."
Fu San sighed: "Bury it quickly, you should wake up if it's too late... No, it should stink if it's too late."
Zhou Chang yelled: "Fuck you, my dad is still alive, but he just fainted."
Fu San looked at the sky with his eyes: "The light will shine back."
Chu Qing didn't have the patience to do so, so he plucked his ears and said, "Stop playing a sad drama with me here. One hundred thousand yuan, give it to me or not, or I'll beat you to death!"
"How brave. You have bullied my Zhou family over and over again. Do you really think that my Zhou family is easy to bully? You have made my father so angry!" Zhou Chang's eyes were scarlet and he shouted: "Eighty thousand guan, at most 80,000 guan!"
Zhou Zhengye slowly opened his eyes, and just as he was about to speak, Zhou Chang quickly covered his father's eyes again.
"Father, please wake up later. Chu will immediately let go."
Zhou Zhengye was so angry that he trembled. He looked at the unfilial son in front of him and slowly raised his hand: "Sixty thousand strings!"
Chu Qing: "Dream, one hundred thousand strings."
Zhou Zhengye was as angry as a silk thread: "Seventy thousand strings, otherwise... or else I will really die."
Chu Qing rolled his eyes: "Eighty thousand strings."
Zhou Zhengye suddenly stood up: "Deal!"
