Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhou Xuexi couldn't help but accept "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and had to pretend to collect it carefully.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded with satisfaction.

Today he is wearing a green shirt.

The gown at this time emphasizes the two-dimensional space effect. The effect of the long gown is mainly linear, one-piece, flat, no curves, and a flat cut with the shoulders as the main support point.

Even though the long gown seems very simple, it coincides with the Chinese concept of harmony between man and nature.

The long blouse pays attention to the service of people, and it has a straight and loose effect no matter who wears it.

But when it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn, he was quite good at serving others because he was tall, with broad shoulders and well-developed back and chest muscles.

It's a little less bookish and a little more violent.

He lowered his hem and let out a huff that made the air vibrate.

Wei Ying and Wilson shuddered.

"What's going on?" Zhao Chuanxin lit his cigarette and said calmly.

Zhou Xuexi hurriedly leaned over and said, "Uncle, just finish it quickly."

Zhao Chuanxin waited for a while, and Zhou Xuexi suddenly became short of breath.

His face was green and red, and his mood was extremely complicated.

The annual output of Luanzhou Coal Mine is roughly more than 130 million tons.

Because the output is abundant, it is possible to start a price war, and the price of coal of the same quality is driven downwards.

Kaiping's average annual profit has been reduced from more than 280 million taels of silver to as low as 200 million taels.

Zhou Xuexi could foresee that as long as the Luanzhou Coal Mine continues to engage in price wars, the British may not be able to bear it.

Perhaps he could take back the Kaiping Coal Mine without Zhao Chuanxin.

At this time, someone knocked on the door.

Zhao Chuanxin turned his back on guests and said: "Come in."

A man hurried in and walked towards Zhou Xuexi: "General Office, a letter from Governor Yuan."

Then he whispered to Zhou Xuexi in a low voice.

Zhou Xuexi's expression changed.

Wei Ying and Wilson were both curious and wanted to know what the attendant said to Zhou Xuexi.

But Zhao Chuanxin was not far away. He glanced towards it, but his ears twitched.

When the other side finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxian didn't say anything.

Zhou Xuexi makes love every time.

His own political status is not high, but with Yuan Datou's backing, he has used this status to become the largest industrialist in the north after Sheng Xuanhuai.

After seeing the Kaiping Coal Mine bill, Zhou Xuexi had some thoughts in his heart, and with Yuan Datou's letter, Zhou Xuexi became a little entangled.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin urged: "Have you finished reading? Hurry up and don't delay my lunch."

Zhou Xuexi said: "Uncle, the Kaiping mine still has 78 taels of silver, including expenses for workers and managers. The rest is no problem."

What he meant was that it was a question whether Zhao Chuanxin would pay for this expense or the British side would pay for it.

Wei Ying hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhao, you still need to be reasonable in your work. I can sell the mine to you, but we need to take away the profits."

"Okay, let's reason." When Zhao Chuanxin heard that there were 78 taels of silver, he immediately sat up straight and said righteously, "Where did the 78 taels of silver come from?"

Weiying wondered: "Profits from selling coal."

"Where did the coal come from?"

"Coal comes from Kaiping Mine."

“Whose Kaiping Mine belongs to it?”

"Now...it's yours."

Zhao Chuanxin slapped his thigh: "Isn't that the end? If the coal produced in my coal mine is not mine, who does it belong to? Does it belong to you?"

I blanch...

Weiying gritted his teeth in hatred.

But Zhou Xuexi on the side also slapped his thigh: "What my uncle said makes sense!"

Zhao Chuanxin slapped the table: "Yes, I have traveled all over the world with reason. I have reason. What should I be afraid of? My dear nephew, let us withdraw the money first."

Weiying: "..."

On the wall of Zhao Chuanxin's office, there were "Coal Kiln Regulations" and "Factory Regulations" hanging, which clearly recorded the clear shift times of 6 a.m., 2 p.m., and 10 p.m., with three eight-hour shifts. In addition, there are more than 200 stereotypes in various categories.

This is earlier than the eight-hour working day that was fought for after the bloody workers’ strike in the United States in 86, because the regulations were born in 8. Of course, this is far less blessed than the 1881 in later generations. After all, it cannot be called a "blessing."

Under the rules, there is a shelf with a row of tools on it.

Zhao Chuanxin picked out a pickaxe and shook it in his hand.

The portion is just right.

He turned to look at Weiying: "Let's go."

Weiying and Wilson's eyelids twitched when they saw it. They felt that they couldn't refute Zhao Chuanxin in terms of "reason", so they could only swallow their anger and take them to the general accountant's room in the ninth room.

Entering the treasury, various banknotes, silver taels and silver dollars were exposed in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up, he waved his hand and said, "Haven't you heard the allusion of melon fields and plum trees? This is all my money, what are you still doing here?"

Zhou Xuexi licked his lips and was the first to exit.

Wei Ying and Wilson gritted their teeth and went out.

Zhao Chuanxin rolled up his sleeves and pocketed half of the money, leaving the other half for the workers' expenses.

My heart blossomed with joy.

After going out, Weiying wanted to look into the money bank, but was blocked by Zhao Chuanxin, and the door was locked with a bang.

Weiying: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Wilson: "Look, there is an idler here. The Kaiping Mine does not support idlers."

"..." Wilson argued, "I'm the chief engineer."

"Chief engineer, can you just wander around for a while?" Zhao Chuanxin waved the pickaxe that made Wilson dizzy: "Your beard is not even white, shouldn't you go to the front line to work?"

"Me?" Wilson said with some fear: "I am responsible for technical issues. Besides, the coal mine may not be able to persist."

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed him by the back of his collar and said, "Lead the way and meet the management. I have something to say."

Upon hearing this, Weiying hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhao, if nothing happens, I'll leave first."

If Zhao Chuanxin knew that he was causing trouble, wouldn't he be able to settle the score later?

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes narrowed: "Why are we leaving? Leaving before lunch is finished. That is not the way we outsiders treat guests. If you dare to leave, you will lose three of your legs!"

Wei Ying's face fell instantly.

In the official room among the nine rooms, all the management gathered here.

Lin Guijun's words were foaming at the corner of his mouth: "Gentlemen, listen to me. Right now, either we lose our livelihood, or we fight..."

The coal engineer interrupted: "What if Mr. Zhao wants to resume work?"

Lin Guijun's eyes flashed: "It would be better if we resume work. We once gathered together to resist foreigners, until the coal mine changed hands and faced the oppression of the British devils, we had to bow our heads. Now, it is our chance to rise again! But I feel that Zhao Chuanxin does not understand mining, and the British army may be gathering to move north, so Zhao Chuanxin may not be able to hold on to the coal mine... No matter what, it is a rare opportunity!"

Everyone's eyes were a little bright. Yes, they reunited and shared the benefits from top to bottom, returning to their peak period.

Of course, the peak period was also the period when corruption was at its most serious.

At this moment, the door creaked open.