Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin picked up several rifles and revolvers on the ground.

The standard weapons of the French army are very strange.

Take the Marseillaise 1892 revolver, which is also called a revolver because the wheel swings to the left, which makes loading easier, but the Marseillaise 1892 has to swing to the right.

Not to mention the bulky Lebel M1886. This gun was used from the Eight-Nation Allied Forces' invasion of China to World War I, and was even used by the French army in World War II.

Zhao Chuanxin absolutely disdains this kind of weapon. If he takes it back to Lugang Town, the members of the insurance team will feel disgraced if they take another look at it.

But there is someone I definitely like, and that person’s surname is Sun...

Abao walked around the corpse and the shocking blood: "Are you okay?"

The first time he said caring words to the perverted monk made Abao blush.

But at the moment when she was desperate, Zhao Chuanxin appeared like a god descending from the earth. She was afraid that she would never forget that hateful face with a playful smile in her life.

"Me?" Zhao Chuanxin reached into his arms, touched the bulletproof vest made of war-scarred leather inside, and said proudly: "The poor monk has already cultivated the indestructible body of Vajra over the long years. What can happen? ?”

Now, when he is not wearing Fortitude Armor, he usually wears a bulletproof vest.

Coupled with the scale shield, Zhao Chuanxin dared to fight hand to hand with confidence.

Abao is doubtful.

At this time, a little head popped out of the stairs, and Benjamin Goldberg shouted: "Master, are there any enemies?"

Behind his head, Zhao Yixian's head popped up.

When the two heard the gunshots and went out, they did not show up in a hurry, but waited confidently.

Let Master kill for a while longer...

Sure enough, there was no movement. When the two came over to take a look, the master was standing innocently in a pool of blood with his hands behind his sleeves.

Zhao Chuanxin waved: "Forget it, come with me. Let's go visit Hu Gengtang, who is known as the most generous person in Hankou. We will stay at his house tonight, and we can have a late night snack by the way. Maybe, then, Hu Gengtang can still spend money to satisfy Zhao Yixian, a pervert, because they are the same people."

Zhao Yixian: "..."

Abao looked sideways.

Is that right?

Although he has experienced it many times, Zhao Yixian still cannot adapt to the scene of rivers of blood.

He looked up at the roof of the shed and walked past the corpses and blood with a pale face before he dared to breathe.

Being blown by the cold wind outside made me feel better, at least I didn't feel sick anymore.

Zhao Yixian asked around on the road, and sure enough, the people in Hankou didn't know that Hu Gengtang was young. As for reviews, they are mixed.

In 1872, when Hu Gentang's father was dying, he divided several of his properties among his five children. Each person also received 1500 taels of silver and three salt coupons.

Hu Gentang started his business with these capitals. He immediately registered with the Salt Bureau and opened stores in Guangchang and Yancang near Hankou Shi Wharf to transport and sell Huai salt.

Business is open and becoming more and more popular.

Hu Gengtang tasted the benefits, so he not only managed his own salt tickets, but also paid to rent ten salt tickets from others.

After doing this for eight years, he bought Guangchang and Yancang with 16000 taels of silver.

Hu Gengtang was never satisfied. Guangchang and Yancang were obtained. Based on this, he filled in the stone dock to build a house, boiled the finished cannibals in warm water, renovated them, and expanded the scale of the warehouse.

Then use these warehouses to collect rent. In addition, he was rich, but the other brothers were not as good as him in business, and finally sold their salt warehouse to Hu Gengtang.

Hu Gengtang relies on rent collection, and his annual net rental income exceeds 10,000 yuan.

Gradually, everyone saw that salt stamps were profitable. When the price of a single salt stamp rose to 3000 taels of silver, Hu Gengtang bought 49 salt stamps in one go.

Yangzhou and Jiangxi all have his semicolon.

Annual profit, at least 10 yuan.

Hu Gentang was shrewd and immediately invested in real estate after making money.

He built an alley on Qingfen Road in Hankou, named Biyunli.

All the houses in Biyunli alley belong to him.

The person Zhao Yixian asked about was the worker who carried cattail bags for Hu Gengtang.

The worker was full of complaints and complained: "The imperial court provides unified specifications for cattail bags, and the price is the same. Carrying salt bags is ten cents a bag. But Hu Gengtang exploited our resources and only gave five cents, while those who bought salt received ten cents."

After all, Zhao Yixian was a person who studied arithmetic and was good at calculations. He clapped his fingers and said, "One salt ticket, 80 kilograms of salt, divided into 4000 cattail bags. Once the salt warehouse is swallowed, he will exploit 400 yuan, which adds up to …”

This made Zhao Yixian extremely envious.

This money comes as easily as a strong wind.

He can't sympathize with the exploited workers, but he can sympathize with Hu Gentang's speed at making money...

The worker's face was full of sorrow and he said bitterly: "Who says it's not the case?"

No matter what, I figured out the location.

Zhao Chuanxin and his party came to Biyunli and found that there were carved buildings on both sides, which were spacious, tall and noble.

Zhao Yixian said: "This is the Wind and Rain Corridor."

The so-called Wind and Rain Corridor is because Hankou is hot and rainy in summer. When walking on this street, pedestrians don’t even need to hold an umbrella. They pay attention to generosity, which shows the luxury of Hankou salt merchants.

Benjamin Goldberg was astonished: "Does this cost a lot of money? The businessmen here know how to enjoy it. Neither the Rockefeller nor the Morgan family does this."

Walking through the wind and rain corridor, we arrived at the Hu family mansion.

Zhao Yixian stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The concierge opened the door and asked, "What business do you have?"

A Bao gathered his mood and cupped his hands: "Please excuse me, shopkeeper Tong Binghu, and tell A Bao from Taihu Lake to come and see me."

The concierge rolled his eyes: "Come back tomorrow. It's time for the master to go to bed so late."

Abao was anxious: "Excuse me, I'd like to inform you that I have dealt with Shopkeeper Hu several times and we have quite a good relationship."

The concierge retracted his head and wanted to close the door.

But he tried hard, but the door didn't move at all.

Looking up in shock, he saw a bearded monk firmly holding half of the door.

The concierge spoke with anger: "What are you doing, monk? You came to the wrong place to ask for alms. We have no leftovers."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled, and the little chicken nodded: "I know, your master prefers leftovers."

The concierge's expression froze. This was something that was laughed at by everyone in Hankou. It was embarrassing for this monk to say it in a big way.

He was completely angry: "What do you mean? You act wild and don't even look where you are!"

"Hey, hey, don't be angry." Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "If there are no leftovers, can you give me some money? Not too much, just give me 8,000 taels of silver, which is enough for the poor monk to eat and drink for half a month." .”

Oops...

Is this monk really a spendthrift? Eighteen thousand taels of silver is enough to spend half a month?

The master goes out for whoring every day, so he can’t spend so much?

"Let go, otherwise I will call the nursing home."

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and hugged the concierge's neck: "If you say that, I'll assume you agree. Come on, let's get the money inside."