Old Zhang was also very clear about the few traitors who had sought refuge with Ji Jiaopeng. These guys wanted to use Ji Jiaopeng's hands to deal with him.
But today, the magistrate asked, who would win, Da Mao or Chicken Feet Basin? I'm also very curious about this!
Old Zhang was very cunning. He also wanted to know the final result of the battle, but he did not know about it.
Finally, he patted his head and prepared to ask his son. It was his birthday in a few days.
This shocked the few Missionaries. However, if they wanted to learn systematically, they thought it was better to study abroad. After all, they were not real teachers, and they did not have enough teaching materials and experimental equipment.
Zhang Hanqing tactfully expressed that he was still young. He would go when he grew up. He naturally wanted to see if there was a rubber stock disaster. Only then would he be able to make a fortune!
Otherwise, without the start-up capital, Old Zhang's family background was too thin. Even if he gave it to him, it would not be of much use. There was no way for him to expand at a high speed.
His plan required an astronomical amount of funds. Even if he could get some patents and resources, it would not be enough. He needed an endless source of funds.
Resources and patents alone were not enough. Once he was killed by them, these things would soon become their possession.
Moreover, he could continuously create benefits that they could not give up. Only then would they be at ease to cooperate with him.
……
After class at night, Zhang Hanqing found it strange that his father was standing in front of the window again." Father, why are you standing here again?"”
"Son, you are more knowledgeable than me now. I want to ask you, between Da Mao and Chicken Feet Basin, who do you think will win?”Old Zhang asked.
However, Old Zhang knew that his son was different from the rest. Just his studies alone had already shocked these foreigners.
His son was not an accountant, so what was the use of being good at accounting?
Zhang Hanqing was stunned. He didn't expect Old Zhang to ask this." Dad, why did you suddenly ask this?”
" It's like this..." Old Zhang explained the matter.
Zhang Hanqing's expression changed instantly. He remembered something. Lushun Massacre!
He had almost forgotten about this!
Seeing his son's expression change, Old Zhang thought that his son was worried about him!
"Son, don't worry. The magistrate is clear about this. Besides, there are so many priests in our family!”
"What?" Old Zhang was stunned." You mean Chicken Feet Basin will win?”
He had not sought out so many Missionaries just to learn. He wanted to understand the outside world.
Especially the history of each country. This was very important. After communicating with them, many things were almost sorted out.
The two sides of the country were too far apart. Whether it was troops or materials, it was difficult to take care of both sides.
The construction of the railway was also difficult. Due to financial problems and climate problems, the construction was extremely slow.
It was easy to judge this matter, but the officials of Braid Kingdom basically did not know much about the world, so they would not care.
As such, it was naturally impossible to make a judgment.
"There's nothing that they don't dare to do. We must inform the magistrate about this matter and ask him to think of a way to evacuate the people of our country.”
"It's your business! Since there has been a misunderstanding, in order to prevent similar problems from happening again, order our citizens to evacuate Lushun!”
"You don't say, this idea is really good. Son, you are really amazing. No…I have to go see the magistrate immediately!”Old Zhang thought that this was a chance for him to rise again!
However, he still admired his father. He was smart and cunning, but he was also a thoughtful person.
This was a pity!
Old Zhang rushed to the government office in a hurry. It was very strange for him to meet the magistrate in the middle of the night.
"Milord, didn't you ask me who would win?”
"Of course not. I thought about it when I went back, but I couldn't think of anything, so I asked my son.”
"Hiss…you bastard. This is a matter of national importance, and you're asking a child?”The magistrate was furious.
" Uh..." The new magistrate was a scholar. He had to admit that the kid from Old Zhang's family was indeed more knowledgeable than his father.
"What is it? Massacre?" The magistrate was also shocked. This was not a small matter.
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