"It's true!" Liu Zhiping smiled and said, "Nephew, you are behind the scenes, but you have manipulated so many people on the beach like puppets. The Yangtze River is pushing the waves ahead!"

"Mr. Liu is joking. If you don't have your strong help, what kind of waves can you make up?" Chen Zaixing said this, his eyes turned to Huang Zhonglian and said in a deep voice: "Master Huang!"

"The villain is here!" Huang Zhonglian hurriedly straightened his waist.

"I will send ten guards to go back to guard the warehouse later. There must be no problems with those rice these days. Do you understand?"

Huang Zhonglian patted his chest with a thumping sound: "Mr. Chen, please rest assured. After the young man returned, he immediately moved the bedding to the warehouse and picked twenty of the most trustworthy people. As long as the villain is alive, there will never be any mistakes!"

"Okay, it's getting late. Please go back and rest!" Chen Zaixing stood up, and Huang Zhonglian hurriedly stood up and said goodbye until the other party went out. Chen Zaixing suddenly smiled and said, "Uncle Liu Shi, this guy is very interesting!"

"Well, in the words of Sichuan people, this person is 'a pig' and smart inside'. If you underestimate him, you will definitely suffer a great loss!"

"Not bad!" Chen Zaixing nodded and suddenly shouted loudly to the outside: "Zhiqing, Zhiqing!"

"Master!" Jiang Zhiqing, who was standing outside the door, hurried in: "Is there anything wrong?"

"You go to the Telegraph Office immediately and send a telegram to Yangon, so that Jilins can transport 5,000 tons of rice immediately!"

"Yes, Master!"

Liu Zhiping frowned and asked, "Is Jillins the British? Don't you have a bad relationship with the British? Why did you ask him to help you transport rice?"

"There is no way. When it comes to shipping, no one can match the British. The Empire is not a joke! My relationship with them is not very good, but as long as you have money, the British are too lazy to care about who you are? This Jilins has cooperated in many aspects of tin mines, teak and other businesses, and there is no problem!"

"That's good!" At this time, Liu Zhiping suddenly started to cough violently. Chen Zaixing hurriedly patted him behind him for a few seconds. After a while, Liu Zhiping's cough calmed down. He sighed weakly: "Hey, I'm not forgiving my age. This world belongs to you young people."

Chen Zaixing patted Liu Zhiping's back and smiled, "Uncle Shi was joking. Qingyang and I asked Uncle Shi to give me more places!"

Liu Zhiping waved his hand: "Nephew, you don't have to comfort me. My family knows my family. No one of our Liu family has lived through sixty in the past three generations. Now I am fifty-seven. I often feel dizzy these days. I guess it's time to come. Resurrection, I plan to call my son Qingyang back from Myanmar and hand over this Houde Bank to him. He is better than me and will definitely be able to carry forward this career!"

The next night, Ningbo Association Hall and the inner room of the back flower hall.

Zhong Zhengchun sat on a rosewood chair, his right hand was pounding the armrest nervously, as if waiting for something. Like other cities in Dashun at that time, Shanghai's grain industry was basically monopolized by merchants from one place. This lucrative industry was basically run by Ningbo merchants. The initial one or two successful people promoted their later fellow villagers, and the later generations brought new fellow villagers here. The friendship between the township party further strengthened the alliance between them. Other foreign merchants, under their competitive pressure, had to go bankrupt or retreat. After more than a hundred years of hard work, this industry was no longer the private property of Ningbo people in their eyes.

At this time, a middle-aged man hurriedly came from the outside, but it was Ma Ma Xing. Is there a piece of purple that faded from his right cheek? It seems that he had just been beaten. He bowed his body to Zhong Zhengchun and whispered: "President, it's almost time, but there are still six or seven families who haven't come!"

"Yeah!" A green air flashed across Zhong Zhengchun's face. He stood up and whispered: "It's almost time. If you don't come, you won't wait for them! Lao Ma, what's wrong with the injury on your face? Isn't it wrong?"

"It's okay!" The muscles on Ma Ma Xing's face twitched: "A few days ago, those poor sticks besieged the rice shop. My commander came to the door and was injured. It was a flaw, and the swelling had already subsided!"

"Well, I heard you are going to hold a wedding in the past few days, right? You're so miserable." Zhong Zhengchun showed a kind smile on his face: "Work harder, everyone works together to get through this level. Then your marriage will be held here, and everyone will be very lively and get rid of bad luck!"

Ma Huoxing hurriedly bowed and thanked: "Thank you, President!"

"What are you thanking? They are all my hometown party!" Zhong Zhengchun patted Ma Mars on the shoulder and smiled and said, "Let's go, let's go there, otherwise those people will have to wait in a hurry."

"yes!"

Ma Huoxing followed Zhong Zhengchun out of the inner room, and saw dozens of chairs sitting in the flower hall, all of which were big and small owners of Shanghai rice shops. When they saw Zhong Zhengchun coming out of the inside, they hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"Oh, Zhong Zhengchun hasn't seen him for many days, and his complexion is getting better and better!"

"Zhong Zhengchun, I wonder if there is any news about Xiaoke's last incident?"

While Zhong Zhengchun bowed to the people around him with a smile on his face, he walked towards the chair in the middle.

"Friends, I invite everyone to come today for a major event that concerns the life and death of our Ningbo rice merchants!" Zhong Zhengchun paused and continued to say loudly: "I dare not be self-dedicated, so please discuss the countermeasures!"

The flower hall suddenly became quiet. Zhong Zhengchun coughed softly and said in a deep voice: "Everyone knows that we Ningbo people have been in the Shanghai rice merchant industry for more than two hundred years. As early as Emperor Shizu, our ancestors came to Huating to make a living with a shoulder pole, two baskets, and several sacks. Several generations worked hard to work hard. Now there are more than 60 Ningbo rice shops in Shanghai, with more than 300 shops, and five or six thousand people ate this bowl of rice. Everyone can have the blessing of their ancestors today!" Speaking of this, Zhong Zhengchun turned around and bowed deeply to the middle-aged man carrying a shoulder pole hanging from the painting in the middle hall behind him and several sacks were placed in the baskets on both sides. The rice merchants in the hall hurriedly bowed to the portrait together.

"But now some people want to destroy the rice bowls left by our ancestors! They want our Ningbo rice merchants to lower the price, or they want to sell other people's rice!"

"What?"

"Reduce the price? Which dynasty's king's law is this? One of them is willing to buy, the other is willing to sell, and the other is willing to sell, and even the old emperor cannot control it!"

"Are you a government official? We have many common rules for taxes, donations, and officials. They even have to take care of this, which is unreasonable."

There was a sudden discussion in the flower hall. However, the rice shops who participated in the dinner with Zhong Zhengchun yesterday did not say anything, but just watched coldly. Seeing that they had already said almost, Zhong Zhengchun reached out and patted the handrail a few times, and stood up and said, "Two adults came from Hanjing. They said that the situation in Shanghai is tense now. Let us understand the difficulties of the court and give them a few cents of rice. I discussed with several directors and agreed to give them a 20% discount and donate some silver. But the fat man Huang from Yuxing Spinning Mill who went to the same place said that he had a lot of Burmese rice in his hands and was willing to sell at half price-"

"This fat man yellow is still not following the rules!" A voice interrupted Zhong Zhengchun's voice. A yellow-faced man in his forties stood up: "He runs a spear mill, but he put his hands on Mi Xing's side. Are you tired of living?"

"That's right, Fatty Huang, I'll find a few brothers tomorrow, learn about him with three swords and six holes, and set rules, so as not to stretch those blind dogs and bastards everywhere!" A man in a long silk robe rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was about to take action.

"Everyone, please calm down!" An older rice merchant turned around and asked, "Zhong Zhengchun, is that true that Fatty Huang said so, is there really so much Myanmar rice? Or is it a lie? Also, what did the two adults from Hanjing say?"

Everyone's ears immediately stood up. It's okay for Fatty Huang, but the two adults from Hanjing were extraordinary. No matter what, they were officials, representing the court!

"Those two sirs!" Zhong Zhengchun pondered the words and said, "What those two sirs mean is that we either lower the rice price to 50%, or help buy Myanmar rice and give us half a profit."

Na Mi Shang looked a little nervous, and a layer of sweat oozed out of his forehead: "What did you answer, President?"

"Of course I refused!" Zhong Zhengchun smiled and said, "If I agree, I will ruin our Ningbo people's job. After I die, I will be in the underworld and have the right to meet my ancestors!"

“It’s right!”

"Zhong Zhengchun is so backbone!"

"You are right, you can't agree to this even if you die!"

There was a burst of cheers suddenly sounding in the flower hall, and the rice merchants were excited. No wonder they were so excited. Whether it was a price cut or a rice sale from Fatty Huang to Myanmar, it would shake the pricing power of the Rice Bank Guild. This is the food, clothing, and the source of wealth for these merchants.

The old Mi Shang asked worriedly: "Zhong Zhengchun, will you cause trouble if you reject the two adults from Hanjing in person like this?"

"It's okay!" Zhong Zhengchun said loudly: "I'm summoning everyone to come today for this matter. As long as we don't let go, no matter how much Myanmar rice is, it can only be piled in the warehouse and cannot be sold. As long as the stalemate continues, the two adults can only make concessions. Even if he wants to take action, he can only deal with me. As long as the others don't make concessions, in the end, the Shanghai industry is still from us from Ningbo!"

“It’s right!”

"Yes, as long as we are from Ningbo, I will be willing to go to prison even if I go to prison!"

"Everyone makes an appointment first. No matter who is in prison for this, no one in his shop can do it. If he has a son, he will wait for his son to grow up. If he doesn't have a son, he will either be a son-in-law or adopt a son from his brother. In short, he can't break the incense!"

Zhong Zhengchun looked at the businessmen below with a smile and talked loudly. The attitude of his fellow villagers was very satisfied. As he expected in advance, in the face of the pressure from the government, the fellow villagers did not give in, but united beside him.
Chapter completed!