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    "Sure enough!" Liu Zhiping said with a smile: "My nephew, you are behind the scenes, but you control so many people in Shanghai like puppets, and the waves in the Yangtze River push the waves ahead!" "Mr. Liu is joking, if it weren't for you,  With all your help, what kind of trouble can my nephew make?" When Chen Zaixing said this, he turned to Huang Zhonglian and said in a deep voice: "The villain is here!" Huang Zhonglian straightened his back quickly.  "I will send ten guards back with you later to guard the warehouse. There must be no problem with the rice these days. Do you understand?" Huang Zhonglian slapped his chest loudly: "Mr. Chen, please don't worry. When I go back, I will  Immediately move the bedding to the warehouse and select the twenty most trustworthy people. As long as the villain is alive, nothing will go wrong! " "Okay, it's getting late. Factory owner Huang, go back and rest!" Chen Zaixing said.  After getting up, Huang Zhonglian hurriedly got up and left, waiting until the other party went out.  Chen Zaixing suddenly laughed and said: "Uncle Liu Shi, this guy is very interesting!" "Well, in the words of Sichuan people, this person is 'a pig-like person with a shrewd inside'. If you underestimate him, you will definitely suffer a big loss!  "That's right!" Chen Zaixing nodded and suddenly shouted outside: "Zhiqing, Zhiqing!" "Master!" Jiang Zhiqing, who was standing outside the door, ran in: "What's going on right now?"  Go to the telegraph office and send a telegram to Yangon, asking Gillings to ship five thousand tons of rice immediately! " "Yes, sir!" Liu Zhiping frowned and asked, "Is Gillings that British person?  Don¡¯t you have a bad relationship with the British? ¡°Why do you ask him to help you transport rice?¡± ¡°No one can compare with the British when it comes to shipping. My relationship with them is not a joke!  Not very good, but as long as there is money to be made, the British will not bother to care about you. This Gillings has cooperation in many aspects of tin mining, teak, etc. There is no problem!" "That's good!" Liu then!  Zhiping suddenly coughed violently. Chen Zaixing hurriedly patted him on the back a few times. It took a while for Liu Zhiping's cough to subside. He sighed feebly: "Hey, age is not forgiving. In this world,  You young people." Chen Zaixing patted Liu Zhiping on the back and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi is joking, there are still many things that Qingyang and I want Uncle Shi to mention!" Liu Zhiping waved his hand: "Xian.  Nephew, you don¡¯t need to comfort me. Since my family knows about my family affairs, no one in our Liu family has lived past sixty. Now I am fifty-seven. I have been dizzy these days. It must be that the time for resurrection is approaching.  , I plan to call my son Qingyang back from Myanmar and leave the Houde Bank in his hands. He is better than me and will definitely carry forward this business!" The next night, in the back hall of the Ningbo Guild Hall.  Zhong Zhengchun was sitting on a rosewood armchair, tapping the armrest nervously with his right hand, as if waiting for something.  Like other cities in Dashun at that time, Shanghai's grain industry was basically monopolized by businessmen from one place.  This lucrative industry is basically run by Ningbo businessmen. The first one or two successful people help their fellow villagers who later come here, and the latecomers bring new fellow villagers here. The friendship between them is further strengthened by the friendship between the villagers and party members.  Alliance, other foreign businessmen, under the pressure of their competition, had to go bankrupt or quit.  After more than a hundred years of hard work, this industry is no more than the private property of Ningbo people in their eyes.  At this time, a middle-aged man hurriedly walked in from outside, but it was Ma Xingxing. There was still a faded bruise on his right cheek, as if he had just been beaten. He bowed towards Zhong Zhengchun and lowered his head.  He said in a low voice: "President, it's almost time, but there are still six or seven families who haven't come!" "Well!" A green light flashed across Zhong Zhengchun's face. He stood up and whispered: "It's almost time, no.  We won¡¯t wait for them! Lao Ma, what¡¯s the matter with the injury on your face?¡±  "I told the waiter to hit the door. It was a bruise. The swelling has gone down!" "Well, I heard that you were going to have a wedding in the past few days," Zhong Zhengchun said with a smile on his face.  He smiled kindly: "Work hard, let's work together to get through this. Your wedding will be held here when the time comes, and everyone will have a lively and lively life, and go away the bad luck!" Ma Xingxing hurriedly bowed and thanked: "Thank you very much.  President!" "Thank you, it's all from my hometown party!" Zhong Zhengchun patted Ma Xingxing on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Let's go, otherwise those people will have to wait." "Yes!  Following Zhong Zhengchun out of the inner room, he saw dozens of chairs in the flower hall filled to capacity.They were all the owners of Shanghai Rice Shop. When they saw Zhong Zhengchun coming out, they hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.  "Oh, I haven't seen Zhong Zhengchun for many days, and he looks better and better!" "Zhong Zhengchun, I wonder if there is any news about Xiao Ke's incident last time?" Zhong Zhengchun looked at the people around him with a smile on his face.  They bowed together and walked towards the chair in the middle.  "My fellow colleagues, I invite you all to come here today because of a major event that affects the life and death of our Ningbo rice merchants!" Zhong Zhengchun paused here before continuing to speak loudly: "I don't dare to be alone, so  Please come and discuss countermeasures!" The flower hall suddenly became quiet. Zhong Zhengchun coughed and said in a deep voice: "Everyone knows that we Ningbo people have been in the rice merchant business in Shanghai for more than two hundred years.  During the reign of Emperor Shizu, our ancestors came to Huating to make a living with only a pole, two baskets, and a few sacks. After several generations of hard work, there are now more than 60 Ningbo rice shops in Shanghai, with three shops.  There are more than a hundred people, and there are five to six thousand people eating this bowl of rice. Everyone is here today because of the blessings of their ancestors!" At this point, Zhong Zhengchun turned around and looked at the painting hanging in the middle of the hall behind him.  The middle-aged man carrying a pole with several sacks in baskets on both sides bowed deeply, and the rice merchants in the hall quickly bowed to the portrait.  "But now someone wants to destroy the jobs our ancestors left for us! They want our Ningbo rice merchants to lower the price, or sell other people's rice!" "What?" "Lower prices? Which dynasty's law is this? In this market  One is willing to buy and the other is willing to sell. Even the emperor has nothing to do with it! " "Is it someone from the government? We have a lot of taxes, donations, and officials. They even have to do this.  No matter what, this just doesn¡¯t make sense.¡± There was a sudden discussion in the flower hall, but the rice merchants who participated in yesterday¡¯s dinner with Zhong Zhengchun did not speak, and just watched indifferently.  Seeing that he had finished talking, Zhong Zhengchun reached out and patted the armrest a few times, stood up and said: "Two adults came from Hanking and said that the situation in Shanghai is tense now. Let us understand the difficulties of the court and give us a few cents more.  I discussed it with several directors and agreed to give it a 20% discount and donate some silver. But the man from Yuxing Cotton Factory who went with me said that he had a lot of Burmese rice and was willing to sell it at half price.  ¡ª¡ª¡± ¡°This yellow fat man doesn¡¯t follow the rules anymore!¡± A voice interrupted Zhong Zhengchun¡¯s voice, and a yellow-faced man in his forties stood up: ¡°He runs a yarn factory, but he  You put your hands in Mi Xing's side, are you tired of living? " "That's right, Fatty Huang, tomorrow I'll find some brothers to understand his three swords and six holes, and also set up rules to avoid those who are short-sighted.  You bastard is stretching his claws everywhere!" A man in a silk gown rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was about to take action.  "Everyone, please calm down, everyone!" An older rice merchant turned around and asked: "Zhong Zhengchun, when Fatty Huang said that, is it true that there is so much Burmese rice? Or is he lying? Also, Hanking  "What did the two adults who came here say?" Everyone's ears immediately stood up. It was just Fatty Huang, but the two adults from Hanking were very important. After all, they were also officials!  Represents the imperial court!  "Those two adults!" Zhong Zhengchun considered the words and said, "What those two adults mean is that either we reduce the price of rice to 50%, or they help buy Burmese rice and give us half of the profit.  "That Mi Shang looked a little nervous, and there was a layer of sweat on his forehead: "Then what did you say, President?" "Of course I refused!" Zhong Zhengchun said with a smile, "That's it if I agree.  After destroying our Ningbo people¡¯s jobs, how can we face our ancestors in hell?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right!¡± ¡°You¡¯re right, you can¡¯t agree to this even if you die!¡±  There was a burst of applause on the street, and the rice merchants were excited.  No wonder they are so excited. Whether it is price reduction or the sale of Burmese rice from Fatty Huang, it will shake the pricing power of the Rice Traders Association, and this is the life and livelihood of these businessmen and the source of wealth.  The old rice merchant asked worriedly: "Zhong Zhengchun, will you cause trouble if you reject the two adults from Hanking in person like this?" "It doesn't matter!" Zhong Zhengchun said loudly: "I am here today.  This is why we have called you all. As long as we don't let go, no matter how much Burmese rice we have, we can only pile it up in the warehouse and cannot sell it. As long as the stalemate continues, the two adults will have no choice but to give in.  As long as the others don¡¯t give in, the Shanghai industry will still belong to us Ningbo people!¡± ¡°That¡¯s right!¡±p; "Yes, as long as it belongs to us Ningbo people, I will be willing to go to jail!" "Everyone, let's make a promise first. No matter who is in jail for this matter, no one can do anything in his shop. If he has a son, he will wait.  When his son grows up, he will give it to his son. If he doesn¡¯t have a son, he will either be a son-in-law or adopt one from his brother. In short, he can¡¯t cut off his incest. " Zhong Zhengchun looked at the businessmen below with a smile and talked loudly. The attitude of the fellow villagers made him very happy.  Satisfied, as he had expected in advance, in the face of pressure from the government, the fellow villagers did not give in, but united around him.  First of all, I would like to thank Nunnally Senhu for the reward, Fanzi Weber would like to say hello to you!  Secondly, the classified recommendations are over, and I have also ended the days of double updates. There is nothing I can do, Weber's coding is slow, and if this continues, there will be no manuscripts saved soon. I have to keep some precautions to prevent interruptions during vacations. 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