thunderous rumbles
On the outskirts of Beiping, the roar of the 75-Cannon was deafening.
Immediately after, nearly a hundred Tomsons fired at the target at the same time.
Even in the middle of the day, the scene of dozens of tongues of fire darting around was still terrifying.
On a hill in the suburbs, Zhang Xuebing was drinking tea in a simple pavilion.
Outside the pavilion, there were circles of Beiping nobles and former influential families.
No matter how hot the sun was, they still felt a chill down their spines.
They were afraid that this iron-blooded commander would punish them like the three commanders from before.
In this regard, Zhang Xuebing naturally couldn't bear to simply deal with these big-bellied guys.
After all these years, these local tycoons in Beiping were like vampires, sucking the blood of the people.
It was true that the work at Malan Valley was the source of income that he would rely on the most in the near future.
However, Zhang Xuebing believed that the wealth in the hands of these aristocrats in Beiping would not disappoint him.
"Mount Qi." Zhang Xuebing put down the teacup and called out in a low voice.
Zhang Qishan, who had been standing behind Zhang Xuebing, understood. He walked to his side and bowed respectfully,"Major, what are your orders?"
"We didn't spend so much effort just for the warlords 'spies to see.”
Zhang Xuebing suddenly said this, and even Zhang Qishan couldn't react for a moment.
"Young Marshal, what do you mean?"
Zhang Xuebing smiled evilly and shook his head.""We set up such a big place, spent so much money, and showed these aristocrats such a wonderful fireworks show.”
"Do you think we should collect some interest from them?”
Hearing Zhang Xuebing's words, Zhang Qishan immediately understood.
"Young Marshal, I understand now! Just wait and see!"
The conversation between the two in the pavilion did not attract the attention of the group of aristocrats.
At this moment, even though they were under the scorching sun at noon, these aristocrats were still shivering.
Yang Pingming, the richest man in Beiping City, tried to stand straight with his belly that could rival a pregnant woman in July and August.
However, this landlord usually had no chance to work. His weak body trembled in the crowd, especially obvious.
"This Young Marshal didn't invite us here just to let us admire the advanced firearms that he recently obtained, did he?”
The old man didn't want to show it on his face, but because of Zhang Xuebing's reputation as the iron-blooded young marshal who had just arrived in Beiping.
Yang Pingming only dared to whisper.
"Fatty Yang, you are courting death!" A feminine voice came from the tall and thin man beside Yang Pingming.
This tall and thin man was called Nalan Hong. He had a great background. When the old demon queen was still in charge of the huge Beiping City, this person was one of Bei Hong's trusted aides.
Of course, only eunuchs could serve the old demon queen.
This was also the reason why his voice was unique.
In the distance, although the old monster had fled Beiping City, Nalan Hong did not leave.
With his many past friendships, this person had also taken root in Beiping City.
Nowadays, many brothels and brothels in Beiping City belonged to Nalan Hong.
Besides the businesses on the surface, Nalan Hong was also secretly making loans to make a living.
There were quite a number of underhanded people inside. Many commoners fell for it, lost their families, and lost their lives. Their wives and daughters were also forcefully taken into his brothels.
In terms of wealth, Nalan Hongzhao was not inferior to those tyrants.
However, Nalan Hong, who was usually swaggering around, was now shrinking his neck. His forehead, which was exposed from his rat-tailed braid, was also shining because of the cold sweat.
He had to be careful. No matter how much money he had and how many thugs he had, he could only order the commoners around.
When it came to the army, there was no network to talk about!
Especially Zhang Shao Shuai, who had just arrived in Beiping City. His thunderous methods had caused the three commanders in front of him to meet the King of Hell.
If that was the case for those with guns and cannons, who was he?
Other than these two people, there was also a butler with the surname Bai who represented these noble families.
Butler Bai was nothing special, but the power he represented was a big Buddha in the business world of Beiping.
That was the backing of the Beiping Bank, the Xiangji Trading Company.
The owner of the Xiangji Trading Company was the Kong family, one of the four great families of the Republic of China.
Kong Jiaben had many businesses around him, such as Guangmaoxing Bank, Jinfengtai Bank, and Shanxi Yuhua Bank.
Of course, apart from these, the current head of the Kong family, Kong Xiangxi, also had a close relationship with the former principal of Huangpu Military Academy.
Butler Bai muttered in his heart. No matter what, this Young Marshal Zhang should at least give the Kong family some face.
Before he came out, his clan head had also reminded him that this Young Marshal was naturally not bored by making such a big fuss this time.
It didn't matter how much he had to pay, but since he had paid the highest price, he was only allowed to pay 500,000 to 600,000 yuan.
At this moment, Butler Bai thought that it was easy for him to say that.
However, what if this iron-blooded young marshal was not satisfied and shot him?
Just as the thoughts of many powerful gentry families were different, Zhang Qishan walked out of the pavilion.
Standing in front of the gentry, Zhang Qishan cleared his throat and said in a clear voice,"
"Everyone should know that in recent years, the country has been drifting away. The foreign powers are like ferocious beasts, devouring our land and destroying our names.”
"Now, although the Demon Empress who invaded the country has been overthrown, we still face the covetous eyes of the great powers.”
"In order to protect the country, many young people have turned into corpses on the battlefield.”
"But even so, the military strength of the country is still far from that of the Xiyang Kingdom, the Dongyang Kingdom, and other empires!”
"In order to protect our country, we mortals should do our best.”
"For this, I will set an example!"
As he spoke, Zhang Qi Shan took out a merit book: "Zhang Qishan! Donate 100,000 yuan to fund the military!"
Looking at the thick merit book, the group of wealthy families knew that they could not escape.
Yang Pingming, the representative of the tycoons, wrinkled his fat face.
He was at the front of the team, so Zhang Qishan naturally gave him the merit book first.
"Hehe, Lord Zhang, I, I donate!”The stuttering Yang Pingming still wanted to find some excuse to donate less.
However, a soldier with a gun glared at him.
? This landlord could only bully the commoners, but he had never come into contact with Zhang Qishan's soldiers who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Yang Pingming was trembling under the intimidating aura. He was so scared that he almost peed his pants.
His fat hand held the brush with great effort and signed his name on the merit book.
Then, he gritted his teeth as if he was going to cut off his treasure and continued to draw two strokes with all his strength.
"I'm Yang Pingming, I'll donate 500,000 taels!”
After he finished writing, Yang Pingming held up the merit book like an Olympic champion and showed it to many influential families.
Zhang Qishan didn't stop him. The 500,000 yuan donated by this rich old man wasn't a small amount.
After all, this person was just a local rich man and did not have much money.
After he finished writing, Yang Pingming returned the credit book to Zhang Qishan. He even smiled at Zhang Qishan.
But Zhang Qishan just waved his hand: "Next!"
Yang Pingming felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.
Usually, he was a local tyrant.
Relying on his thugs, he had harmed countless Beiping people to obtain these industries.
However, no matter how angry he was and how much his heart ached for the 500,000 yuan, Yang Pingming could only grit his teeth and swallow it.
He stood to the side with a dark face.
The citizens of Beiping who had come to watch the show were secretly amused.
The commoners heaved a sigh of relief and even applauded Zhang Shao Shuai!
In the future, when the three armies occupied Beiping City, it would be the darkest time for the people.
Government officials and businessmen colluded just to get more benefits from the people who were already struggling to survive.
Originally, the people of Beiping had thought that Zhang Shao Shuai was basically a new medicine.
They still wanted to exploit the commoners.
But now, the commoners saw that this ruthless and decisive Zhang Shao Shuai had no intention of attacking the commoners. Instead, he was punishing the powerful gentry.
Naturally, it caused the commoners to cheer and applaud for Zhang Shao Shuai.
"Good! Zhang Shao Shuai did beautifully!"
"Gentlemen! He had to donate more for the country!”
The ridicule of the onlookers made Yang Pingming and the other nobles, who had already darkened their faces, feel even more aggrieved.
Large amounts of silver had entered Zhang Shao Shuai's pockets in just a few strokes. This had already caused the hearts of many aristocrats to bleed.
In addition to the encouragement of the surrounding commoners, it made these aristocrats and families even angrier.
However, this fire could only burn themselves.
The person in front of him was Zhang Shao Shuai, who was famous for his iron-bloodedness. If you angered him, he would collapse without a word. There was no way you could reason with him, right?
In this way, Nalan Hong was the second to appear after Yang Pingming.
Looking at the old eunuch who had harmed countless innocent women, the surrounding Beiping crowd immediately clamored,""Master Nalan! Old Master Yang took the lead and donated 500,000 yuan!”
"Your business is spread all over Beiping. You can't lose 500,000 taels of silver, right?”
Nalan Hong's face turned pale when she heard the clamor of the surrounding crowd.
500,000 taels was not a small amount. Even if he had been rooted in Peiping for so many years, all his savings added together would exceed this amount.
One silver dollar could buy eight kilograms of pork.
Five hundred thousand taels of pork could fill several large cargo ships!
However, no matter how much blood dripped from her heart, Nalan Hong could only sign her name in pain under the cheers of the surrounding crowd.
In the end, he even smiled at Zhang Xuebing, who didn't even look at him.
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