Even if a good official like Li Fu heard that he wanted to hire the people with a "high salary" instead of using free prisoners, his scalp was numb.

Song Chen, are you running a coal yard or a good hall? Li Fu loves the people as much as his son, but he also realizes the cruelty of reality. He can't let the court lose money to start a mine. The profits of the coal yard have always been low in his impression, and it is impossible to make money like this.

Then Song Chen made a calculation with him and recruited 50 local villagers. He estimated that he would produce 60,000 shi of coal per month. Each stone of coal was calculated at the most conservative price of 200 shi, which would be 12 million yuan, which would be 12,000 shi.

Each person's wages are four guan, but only two hundred guan. Including other expenses, it's a huge 500 guan. If he deducts the previous investment, he will make a profit in the month, and he will make a profit. This is the investment he has to make the money back the fastest.

"Song Chen, don't talk nonsense. The coal there is indeed shallow. It only takes fifty people to produce 60,000 stones of coal per month. Isn't it a little exaggerating?" Li Fu felt that Song Chen was talking about myths. Even the mining prison he came to had a feeling of disbelief.

"If you are wrong, you don't need to recruit fifty people. In addition to the mining supervisor, there are several technical jobs. In principle, only 40 coal miners are enough." Song Chen likes this amazing feeling.

Of course, to convince these people, Song Chen came up with a lot of arguments and said that this was feasible. Later, he almost questioned that he could not recruit any of the conditions he had offered.

Li Xu replied, of course you have been able to get the call, and you have also promised various safety measures and compensation commitments for the coal yard. It would be strange if you can't get the call, and you will rush to do it.

Finally things were settled.

Work started a few days later, and Song Chen became busy again. Sometimes he even forgot about the beautiful girl Qiu Yingying who was following him.

Every time I have time to think about it, I will disappear when I hear her grandma's voice.

Besides, he was in Lin'an and had a fiancée who was looking forward to her return, so Song Chen kept himself busy to avoid that impulse.

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Lin'an, Muguangfang.

"San'er, why has the winery business been so bad during this period!" A very magnetic voice sounded, and an old man who looked very kind was sitting on the stage, casually flipping the account book, Chen Wuqiu, the big money owner of Muguangfang.

"It's not that East India Company!" The playboy Chen San knelt on the ground and defended with a little trembling.

"What?" Chen Wuqiu knew nothing about what kind of "company" it was.

This magnetic sound seemed to contain a little anger. According to Chen San's experience, I was about to get angry, and his back was wet when he thought of this.

"This is the alias of Lin'an New Winehouse. The 'boss' that impacted our Muguang Winehouse is called his industry to the outside world." The playboy Chen San felt that he became darker and darker as he described it.

"It's late autumn now, why is San'er still sweating?" Chen Wuqiu walked over and took a piece of white cloth to wipe his children's sweat.

Chen San was so scared that he looked like something and retreated repeatedly.

"Why are you going to retreat? Let me wipe off the sweat from your forehead!" The voice was still full of magnetic properties. People who don't know thought that this father was such a loving father.

Chen San knew that the son ranked fourth was the one he loved the most. How did Xiao Si die? He was beaten to death by this "loving father".

The reason was that he didn't eat the meat he had stuck in the bowl that day. Maybe he was in a bad mood that day. This incident impressed him. No one rebelled against him, even his own son, and even a trivial matter.

In fact, Chen San was also very hard. Everyone thought that he was so desperate and did not hesitate to take advantage of the situation. It was not the legendary thing. In order to take over my father's work and become the young leader of the Guangming Gang, he didn't want to be too backward, so as not to be shot to death by him one day while having dinner with him.

This is a person without any weaknesses, and he has no feelings.

"My father, I'm wrong. I didn't do it well. Otherwise, you can find Uncle Fu to do it!" Chen Sanke was not indifferent to Quan at all.

"Who scared my son so much that he was not brave enough!" This voice was really peaceful and beautiful. Only those who knew him would hear that those who said such words would not have any human emotions.

Chen San cursed in his heart, isn’t this you? He still didn’t forget Xiao Si’s fear, anger and surprise expression before his death.

Fortunately, I didn’t have much time to deal with my father in a year, which is a blessing in disgrace.

"A man named Song Chen, the biggest financial owner of the East India Company is him. Knee, it's not that he scared the child so much that he didn't have the courage. My father, I'm not very brave," Chen San was a little incoherent, "It was Song Chen who eroded my business."

Lao Baigan's sales are increasing day by day. Not long ago, I saw that the boy was buying land. Wumu Industrial Zone, which had no idea what was made of, bought a few yuan at a high price.

"Is that true? Have you found a way to fight back?" Chen Wuqiu asked.

"Maybe you can get poisoned and find a master to add some laxatives to Lao Baigan. By then, the wine has a bad reputation and will naturally not pose a threat to us!" Chen San was forced to have no choice, and he even told this way of cutting off his descendants.

"Why is it laxatives, not arsenic?" Chen Jianqiu's voice did not change at all from before, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"…..." Chen San.

"Linjia Road is also a business under the East India Company. You can think of some solutions here!" Chen Wuqiu had to give advice on his unhappy son, who knew nothing.

"Okay, my father!" said the playboy Chen Er extremely respectfully.

"Do you know how to do it?" Chen Wuqiu may not value this son the most, so he came to do it instead.

"We can incite local villagers to say that the tunnel should be opened in the mountains, which will affect the local feng shui and let them gamble. At present, Song Chen is the most important business in this business, which is related to his future in the Song Dynasty. This is his weakness!" The playboy Chen San said very well. He still put in the effort during this period, otherwise he would not have understood it so clearly.

"What else?" Chen Wuqiu walked in step by step towards his son kneeling on the ground.

"You can also create accidents artificially. If you kill someone, you can force them to stop work!" The playboy Chen San is just a playboy. He did not want to participate too much in the fight and killing of the Guangming Gang, but unfortunately he can't help it at the moment.

Chen Wuqiu didn't say anything, but actually expressed his agreement. Then he waved his hand again, which meant, son, you can get out.

The playboy Chen San immediately stood up and slowly retreated.
Chapter completed!