Late August.

"Chief, dealers from various cities have arrived. Would you like to come out to meet them?"

inside the room.

Zhang Heng was meditating, and Zhang Zhentian stood aside and asked cautiously.

"Have you arranged the girl I asked you to arrange?"

"arranged."

"Have the cheongsam and stockings been sent down?"

"Send it."

Zhang Heng nodded silently and said, "Just let those girls put them on and then take them out for a spin."

After one hour.

Zhang Zhentian came back with excitement on his face: "Chief, the silk stockings are so popular that those people have looked straight at them and are now clamoring for bids."

"Um."

Zhang Heng had already anticipated the popularity of stockings.

This thing is urgently needed. Those who claim to be stockings don't have them, and those who fight against war can't.

It's normal to be hot, but you're blind if you're not hot.

"It's been more than half a month, and there's no news from Master Zhaixing. I don't know how the search is going."

Compared to the booming sales of stockings, Zhang Heng was more concerned about finding the teleportation array.

But he also knew that the teleportation array was not easy to find, otherwise Qin Shihuang would have found it back then, and it would not be their turn.

"Clan leader, I'm so happy, so happy!"

noon.

After the bidding by dealers in various cities ended, Zhang Zhentian came to report the results anxiously: "420,000 yuan. Just the agency rights in various cities, we sold 420,000 yuan, and this does not include the payment for the order.

"

Zhang Heng was not surprised by this number.

This is the first time. Next time, if he doesn’t sell the agency rights to hundreds of provinces and cities for two million, he won’t be named Zhang.

"Estimate how much the payment will be?"

Zhang Heng asked.

"There should be a million oceans."

Zhang Zhentian added: "I have already taken them to see the production workshop. The assembly line operation of thousands of people shocked their jaws. Coupled with your display of stockings and the endorsement of Hainan Governor's identity,

I can guarantee that an order of one million is the minimum. Among businessmen, there is never a shortage of gamblers."

"one million!"

Zhang Heng muttered this number.

During the Republic of China, labor was cheap, especially in his stockings production line, which employed a large number of female workers with lower wages, thus reducing production costs to a very low level.

For this one million order, he has at least 900,000 in profit. After all, he does not have to pay tax.

"If you are interested in buying, you can sign a contract. We pay first and then pay later. We want bank checks, foreign bank checks, cash, and gold."

Zhang Heng gave the instructions directly.

afternoon.

Except for some people who were still hesitant and dared not sign the contract, more than 300 business representatives from various cities and towns present had already dug into their pockets.

Because it was the first time to buy it, everyone felt a little guilty.

Usually it is purchased for three to five thousand yuan, or ten or twenty thousand, and I plan to buy some first and go back to test the water.

Even so, in the evening when statistics were compiled, the amount of orders signed this afternoon far exceeded Zhang Zhentian's expectations. It was not the expected one million, but 1.8 million.

"A pair of silk stockings cost two oceans, and today we sold 900,000 pairs?"

Zhang Zhentian took a breath of cold air: "They say we are poor, but there are only 40 million people, but we are nothing. But I see, there are many rich people here!"

Zhang Heng didn't take it seriously: "Poor means poor people. Landlords are not poor."

"Who do you think our things are sold to? They are sold to the concubines of the landlords, as well as the eldest girls, young wives, second- and third-bedroom aunts and wives in the city."

"If we sell it for two yuan, these merchants can sell it for three yuan or four yuan."

"For those who can buy silk stockings, she will ask for three yuan or four yuan, and she will never be short of one or two yuan."

"Oh no, hey, she's not our customer."

Zhang Heng said this and then ordered: "For the account of 1.8 million, you leave 300,000 in the account, and then convert 500,000 into gold and put it in the cellar of my house."

"The remaining one million was divided into two parts. One part of 100,000 was sent to Long Nanguang, and he was asked to take the money to Prince Wuyi and ask the Nanguo Railway Department to build the railway to Kangcheng, Echeng, Yangjiang, and

When we come to Rongcheng, the remaining 900,000 yuan will be used as a reserve fund for railway construction."

The railway must be repaired.

Without railway construction, it would be difficult for business to develop, and his factory in Yangjiang would also be restricted.

It's different with railways.

Taking Dagou Town in Yangjiang County as an example, it only takes one hour for him to travel to and from Echeng, Kangcheng, and Rongcheng counties. Whether he travels by himself or transports troops, he can save a lot of unnecessary time.

"Yes, patriarch."

Zhang Zhentian left happily.

Looking at his leaving figure, Zhang Heng thought to himself: "Where are you now? Guarding this stockings factory, if there is no net profit of 5 million yuan a month, my business will be in vain."

Five million oceans, that is, two million U.S. dollars.

Take the USS Hornet aircraft carrier as an example. The price of a single ship is US$31.8 million, which does not include the cruisers, frigates, submarines and supply ships required to form an aircraft carrier attack group.

Basically, the construction cost of a complete aircraft carrier battle group in the US military is at least US$1 to 2 billion.

As far as Zhang Heng is concerned, even after he opens overseas markets, his annual net profit is estimated to be only 50-60 million US dollars, which is like half an aircraft carrier battle group.

So after the silk stockings factory, he had to develop some other industries, and then build the arsenal factory.

Otherwise, there is little hope of having a fight with 'Little Life' at sea within five years.

As for what kind of business he would like to start, he has already thought about it.

The next step is to dig iron ore in Hainan, build a steelmaking plant, and connect with the arsenal.

At that time, there will be a shortage of talent to recruit talents and a shortage of technology to buy technology. The railway tracks will be laid directly in front of the house, and all kinds of commodities and arms will be opened to be sold to the north.

If you do this for three to five years, you will definitely be able to fight with 'Little Life.'

When the time comes, its fleet will be paralyzed. An island country will be nothing without its navy.

Finally, he took his relatives, friends, and soldiers with him and soared with Maoshan, frightening the general and paralyzing him on the marshal's chair.

"Senior brother..."

Just thinking about it.

Zhang Bingdao's voice came from outside the door: "Master asked me to ask you if you would like to go with him to host the salvation ceremony tonight."

"Transcendence Dharma Conference?"

Zhang Heng called Zhang DaDa in, his face full of doubts: "Who has come to do something good and want to create such a big scene as the Transcendence Dharma Conference?"

"Senior brother, have you forgotten what day today is?"

Zhang DaDa looked at him with hesitation and hesitation.

"day?"

Zhang Heng muttered: "August 28, what happened?"

Zhang boldly scratched his head and said with a smile: "Senior brother, you are so used to the solar calendar that you have forgotten that today is the half of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the Ghost Festival."

“It’s the Hungry Ghost Festival!”

Zhang Heng suddenly realized: "I've been so busy these past few days that I've forgotten all the time."

After saying that, Zhang Heng said to Zhang Bingdao again: "You haven't had dinner yet. I'll ask the chef to cook some vegetables later, and we'll go to the Taoist temple to eat. After we're full, we'll go to save the souls of the dead."

"Brother, this is a good idea."

Zhang boldly agreed with both hands. After he finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something again and muttered: "Brother, have you heard about that matter?"

"What's up?"

Zhang Heng asked while ordering people to prepare meals.

After the others left, Zhang boldly stepped forward and whispered: "Let's invite the master of the temple. It seems that the deadline is coming. I murmured about this when I saw the master offering incense to the master last night."

"What did you hear?"
To be continued...