Yan Zhiguo had never made a loss. He was naturally overjoyed to get a factory for 3,000 silver.
Jia Guzhen's fierce-looking and tyrannical appearance was now 'pitiful'. There were a few drops of crystal tears in his eyes, and he was just short of covering his face and crying.
The most miserable person was Zhang Sixiu, who was standing at the side. It was no different from shooting himself in the foot, and he had to smile apologetically after the incident.
Zhang Sixiu's old face hurt when he thought of his previous vow.
No matter how much he despised it in his heart, the factory had changed owners. Zhang Sixiu's mind spun quickly and thought about how to remedy it. He rubbed his hands and looked eager.
Zhang Sixiu was still thinking about the huge profits brought by the factory.
"Dismiss the workers and return to their homes. As for the materials and finished products, destroy them all. As for the factory, it's still useful for the time being."
He did as he was told. Batches of materials were carried to the open space and poured with gasoline. The young man casually lit a cigarette and threw the burning match. A raging fire rushed over.
Jia Guzhen took a step forward and ran away. He was afraid that if he did not leave, he would die of anger.
Zhang Sixiu's eyes widened in disbelief. He did not even care about the honorifics he had for the young man and directly cursed,
"Do you know how much this can be exchanged for? You're muddle-headed!"
Yan Zhiguo turned his head, his eyes filled with killing intent.
Zhang Sixiu instantly broke out in a cold sweat and suddenly woke up.
"Young Marshal, I, I…"
Yan Zhiguo regained his composure, as if the fierce killing intent from before was just Zhang Sixiu's illusion.
"I don't need anyone to tell me what to do! I don't lack money, understand?!"
Zhang Sixiu was in a daze. The young man had already returned to his former appearance as a prodigal son.
After all, Zhang Sixiu was not an idiot. Otherwise, he would not have stayed in Jinnan for a long time and kept plundering the finances. The young man said that he did not do it for money. Could it be that he did it for money?
Yan Zhiguo looked at Zhang Sixiu, who had an uncertain expression on his face, and shook his head. These self-proclaimed 'smart people' and 'idiots' loved to chew on words and let their imaginations run wild.
Of course, the young commander was eager for him to go crazy and leave.
There was no need to talk about the military and political situation. The marshal was old but strong, so he probably wouldn't " abdicate " for the time being. Moreover, the current land of China was peaceful. Other than a few broken wars with thunder and rain, there weren't any large-scale wars.
As a result, the Young Marshal's efforts to ban smoking were only left with the word reputation.
After figuring out everything, Zhang Sixiu was extremely proud of his "cleverness". A sinister plan was quietly brewing in his heart.
Zhang Sixiu thought to himself, and his eyes darkened.
"Let's see how you, a prodigal, can get through this!”
Yan Zhiguo didn't know what Zhang Sixiu was thinking. Even if he knew, he didn't care. At this moment, the young man was sitting in the car, admiring the beautiful scenery along the road.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the reward of silver dollars * 100,000 identity cards *3 resource cards *2 special rewards *1
Yan Zhiguo's lips curled up into a smile. He thought to himself,"It's here." He couldn't wait to open the system to check.
[Special reward: Cigarette manufacturing blueprint]
[Material Card: Cigarette Making Machine *20]
The soft cigarettes of the later generations could not compare to the harmful substances in the drugs, but they were less harmful and affordable. It was something that every household could afford.
Although there were also hand-rolled cigarettes in the current era, they were still hand-rolled cigarettes. The machine-made cigarettes produced by the system could greatly increase production and bring huge profits.
Not only could it relieve the " drug addiction " of those who smoked, but it could also hold the lifeline of tobacco.
Yan Zhiguo was in a good mood, and the scenery outside the car window became much more pleasing to the eye.
Under the "kind words" of the young commander, the Japanese offered up a lot of land for the cultivation of raw materials.
Ever since he was the director of the supervision department, Yan Zhiguo had put in a lot of effort. Not only did he wantonly seal up the tobacco factory, but he also strictly controlled the land transportation line.
He did not expect that the land he had lived in for many years had a huge production line for drugs.
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