After Yang Pingming and Nalan Hong, it was finally Butler Bai's turn.
Beiping Bank was the representative of the business world in Beiping.
However, although it was called a bank, it was not clean.
Not only did they lend money at high interest, but they also had a lot of illegal activities to collect protection fees.
Moreover, he was secretly working with this group of fat aristocrats to take the money of the common people and do business with the foreigners.
There were very few people in Beiping who had not been harmed by him.
When these things were mentioned, the commoners naturally hated the bank to the point of gnashing their teeth.
As the most important thing, the crowd of onlookers naturally paid more attention to how much money the Beiping Bank was going to donate.
Under everyone's gaze, Butler Bai smiled and bowed slightly to Zhang Qishan.
"Dog slave!"
"Bah! This slave face! A few days ago, when our family forcefully collected rent, it wasn't like this!”
"Yeah, I paid the rent a month ago, but I still have to pay it after this month! How can we live like this!"
Amidst the excited discussions of the crowd.
Butler Bai bowed even lower, even though he couldn't help but curse the lowly people in his heart.
However, due to Zhang Xuebing's iron-blooded methods, he could only act docile on the surface.
Cold sweat trickled down from his temples. He was afraid that Young Marshal Zhang would collapse on the spot because of the discussions of the commoners!
Steward Bai didn't dare to hesitate when he arrived in front of Zhang Qishan. He scribbled down the name of the Beiping Bank and then wrote down the donation of 550,000.
This 550,000 yuan was almost the largest amount of money that Butler Bai could mobilize.
Even so, Butler Bai knew that Kong Xiangxi would definitely scold him when he returned.
However, he knew that he was representing the Beiping Bank. If he donated less than the old landlord, Zhang Shao Shuai would not let him off.
After the three of them, the remaining aristocrats also lined up in a long line and wrote their names on the merit book one by one.
However, due to the large number of people, this 'voluntary' donation conference lasted from noon to sunset.
But even so, the surrounding commoners were still excited and no one was willing to leave early.
Until the last noble shakily signed his name on the merit book.
The surrounding commoners immediately burst into cheers.
This was also a grievance that had been suppressed in the hearts of the people for many years.
How could the commoners fight against these powerful gentry? The resentment that had been suppressed in their hearts for many years could only be vented.
But today, Zhang Xuebing's actions had vented some of the resentment in the hearts of the people.
It was different from the cheers of the commoners.
The faces of those aristocrats were even darker than the dim night sky today.
However, these people could only be angry but did not dare to say anything. This Zhang Shao Shuai killed people at every turn. That kind of iron-blooded method was not something that these meatballs could withstand.
He could only treat it as spending money to avoid disaster.
Zhang Xuebing had already left.
The host was still Zhang Qishan.
Zhang Qishan picked up the merit book and frowned slightly.
He looked at those crooked and ugly signatures.
Zhang Qishan's face darkened.
These rich and powerful gentry should only know how to eat, drink, and entertain the common people, right?
Look at the handwriting. Even a three-year-old child at the village entrance could write better than them.
When the gentry saw Zhang Qishan frown, their faces turned pale.
Yang Pingming, Nalan Hong, and Butler Bai were all drenched in cold sweat.
He was afraid that Zhang Qishan frowned because he was dissatisfied with everyone's donations.
What made these powerful gentry glad was that Zhang Qishan only shook the merit book and said,
"Everyone has worked hard today."
"However, please do not delay. It is best to send all these donations to the Young Marshal's residence tomorrow.”
"Otherwise, I'll just take it that you can't bring out the money to transport the silver.”
"At that time, I can only bring my soldiers to help everyone!”
The threat was so obvious, how could those aristocrats not hear it?
They cursed in their hearts. These aristocrats had never suffered such a loss before.
However, since it concerned their lives, these people could only smile apologetically with pale faces and say,"How can we trouble Lord Zhang and the young marshal? We will naturally send the donation before tomorrow!”
Nodding his head in satisfaction, Zhang Qishan smiled and said,""The Young Marshal's residence is newly built and there are many things to do. I won't be keeping any food for you.”
As soon as these words were spoken, many of the powerful gentry seemed to have been reborn. Under the ridicule of the surrounding crowd, they scrambled to escape in all directions.
However, how could these people, who usually slept in soft beds at home and were carried out in sedan chairs, stand like this for an entire afternoon?
All of them had sore legs and weak legs. Their walking postures were very strange, like a group of ducks.
His appearance naturally caused the surrounding crowd to laugh out loud.
Looking at the appearance of those powerful gentry, Zhang Qishan snorted coldly in disdain, then turned around and handed the merit book to the bodyguard behind him.
"Get someone to clear the empty space next to the Young Marshal's mansion and build a temporary warehouse overnight.”
"Tomorrow, find some brothers who know accounting and make sure to calculate all those 'donations' within a day.”
The bodyguard nodded respectfully, then turned around and left.
On the second day, the entire Beiping City became even more lively.
Those Beiping citizens who did not go to the suburbs to watch the commotion also heard about Zhang Shao Shuai's deeds of punishing those powerful gentry.
As such, the streets and alleys of Beiping City were filled with people waiting to see how the powerful gentry would cut off their flesh.
These aristocrats were also afraid of Zhang Xuebing's ruthless methods and did not dare to delay.
Almost early in the morning, someone was sent to Zhang Xuebing's residence.
The citizens of Beiping on the streets and alleys could not help but swallow their saliva when they saw the large boxes carried by the men of the powerful families.
Those boxes were all filled with white oceans!
These boxes went through the streets and finally gathered in the temporary warehouse built next to Zhang Xuebing's mansion.
Soldiers armed with live ammunition stood at the entrance of the warehouse, and in the warehouse, there were ten soldiers who specialized in accounting, waiting for inspection.
There were people who specially checked the ocean sent by every noble family.
The donations from hundreds of nobles took another whole day!
When the sun set again, a soldier handed the document to Zhang Qishan.
After receiving the report, Zhang Qishan did not hesitate at all and came to the Young Marshal's Manor.
"Report!"
Standing in front of Zhang Xuebing's study, Zhang Qishan reported.
"Qi Shan is here? Just enter."
Zhang Xuebing's voice came from inside the room.
Hearing this, Zhang Qishan hurriedly pushed open the door and entered. After entering the room, Zhang Qishan saw Zhang Xuebing leaning over the table and reading a thick stack of documents.
As he got closer, Zhang Qishan found that the information was about the Peking Bank and the Kong family.
Seeing Zhang Qishan approaching, Zhang Xuebing raised his head and smiled,""Is this the donation from those scums?”
Zhang Qishan's mouth curled up." Isn't that so, Young Marshal? This group of aristocrats really have some benefits!"”
As he spoke, Zhang Qishan handed the compiled statistics to Zhang Xuebing,""A total of one hundred and thirty-five noble families of Beiping donated money.”
"The smallest donation was 100,000 yuan, and the largest donation was from Peking Bank, which donated 550,000 yuan!”
"A total of 22 million yuan! It's enough for our army's expenses for a long time!”
Hearing Zhang Qishan's report, Zhang Xuebing narrowed his eyes slightly."Peking Bank only donated 550,000 yuan?”
Zhang Qi Shan nodded in shock,"Ah…" Yes, he donated 550,000 yuan.”
Zhang Xuebing sneered and patted the documents on the table."Behind this Beiping Bank is the Xiang Ji Trading Company.”
Zhang Qishan was stunned and then exclaimed,"The Kong family of the four great families of the Republic of China?"”
Zhang Xuebing snorted and nodded." Yes, Kong Xiangxi has so many businesses under him. He owns a trading firm and a bank. He's really stingy to donate so little money!"”
Sighing lightly, Zhang Qishan said helplessly,""I was so busy yesterday that I forgot about this. Kong Xiangxi took advantage of the loophole.”
"This is a big fat sheep. Are we going to let him escape just like that?”
Zhang Xuebing chuckled." How can that be? The Kong family is so rich. Of course, they have to contribute more."”
"Young Marshal, what do you mean?" Zhang Qishan looked at Zhang Xuebing and asked respectfully.
Licking his lips, Zhang Xuebing smiled evilly."Find an excuse to seal up the Beiping Bank. Get someone to inform Butler Bai in private.”
"Give me another million yuan before the Beiping Bank can be unsealed.”
"Privately, send a battalion of soldiers to supervise all of the Kong family's businesses in Beiping.”
"If that Kong Xiangxi dares to stir up trouble, we'll chase the Kong family out of the north!”
Hearing Zhang Xuebing's words, Zhang Qishan's eyes lit up,""I understand what you mean, Major! Watch carefully!"
Finished talking, Zhang Qishan turned around and left the room.
Zhang Xuebing tapped the table lightly. He was in a relaxed mood.
Just a fireworks show could raise such a large sum of money.
It had to be said that the aristocrats in Beiping were really afraid of death.
However, it also meant that the pockets of these aristocrats were still bulging.
This money couldn't rot in the pockets of those fat scum.
He still had to think of a way to help them spend more!
Especially the Kong family!
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