Zheng Yunming is by no means a person who is controlled by others.

Although this production line can only provide some small financial support to Zheng Yunming, what is important is that when Liu Tingmei's perfect glass products are launched in large quantities to suppress traditional glass, it ensures that Zheng Yunming has the right to fight back.

As long as he provides capital injection, he can establish a large-scale glass production line that is no less than Liu Tingmei in a short time, and drive Liu Tingmei out of the Lin'an market through the advantages of the localized market, becoming the only manufacturer that dominates the treasure goods market.

Be friendly to others, but you must hold a big stick in your hand. This is the principle that Zheng Yunming always adheres to.

Liu Tingmei had no idea about the inside story. He clasped his fists to Zheng Yunming and thanked him: "If the general manager had not been willing to teach this magic of all the money, how could it be like the prosperous scene of today's Liuli Workshop! Not to mention that in Lin'an, even the wealthy businessmen in Hunan and Jiangxi were praised when they saw this bright and crystal clear new Liuli. The general manager personally approved the expansion of the workshop and exempted the workshop from the one-year tax. I really don't know how to thank it."

Zheng Yunming shook his hand: "You know I won't benefit others for no reason."

Liu Tingmei was startled and smiled awkwardly: "I thought it was the general manager who rewarded me for helping me to quell the rebellion."

"I'm confused." Zheng Yunming cursed: "This is the home where you grow up and live. If you wait for yourself to defend your home, will you become a success? If you want to talk about achievements, it should be that I, Zheng Yunming, seeking credit from you, Mr. Liu."

Liu Tingmei dared not refute, but was worried about the new conditions offered by Zheng Yunming: "What does the supervisor need me to do? Is it because the military capital is shorter?"

Zheng Yunming picked up a glass cup, and the faint goose yellow on the cup was crystal clear under the sunlight.

"This is not a top-quality product." Zheng Yunming threw it casually and threw it to Liu Tingmei. Liu Tingmei was so scared that she reached out to catch it without possession. Perhaps only the prince of the Prime Minister would regard these treasures worth hundreds or thousands of tannes as shabby tiles.

Zheng Yunming took out a letter of writing from his robe sleeve.

“It’s written about how to improve the quality of glass.”

When Liu Tingmei heard this, she was overjoyed and reached out to take the letter.

"Let's go." Zheng Yunming pulled the letter back and said, "Before getting this method, there is something that must be explained clearly to Weng Liu."

"The methods recorded in the production manual were recorded in the book after I successfully tried and tested repeatedly in Lin'an. The records in this letter were all from the oral descriptions of the master of teaching glass techniques. I had not had time to successfully test them."

"There are many vague parts of this, and you need to invest time and money to figure them out. This is what Liu Weng wants to do."

"Give me aside." Liu Tingmei spread her hands with a bitter face: "Just the process in the original copying manual has already hurt me. If I had known that there would be so many troubles later, I might as well give me the enamel porcelain manual that Lao Cao had directly."

Zheng Yunming showed a strange smile of unknown significance at the corner of his mouth: "Don't like the smooth road, don't be sad, don't be sad about the rugged mountain roads. If you only value the immediate interests and cannot see the glorious future prospects, you cannot be considered a truly successful businessman."

He raised the letter in his hand: "If the optical glass is successfully produced successfully, the government will not bargain if there are any governments."

"This kind of glass will become one of the factors that affect the development of national strength."

Liu Tingmei's eyes were clearly full of doubts: "Glass is just a toy after all, how can it be related to national strength?"

Zheng Yunming handed the letter to Liu Tingmei: "Your Weng Liu doesn't need to delve into the inside story. You just need to remember that the profit of optical glass will be ten times that of ordinary glass."

He saw the leaping light in Liu Tingmei's eyes, which was a sign of the awakening of the merchant's nature.

At this time, the glass craftsmen had already begun to place the plastic glass bottles on the wooden rack to cool down. Zheng Yunming looked at the glassware in the shape of plum bottles and felt that if this treasure had been passed down to later generations, it would probably become a good product as famous as the four famous kilns.

He suddenly had a naughty thought, turned around and smiled at Liu Tingmei, "Wen Liu, how about trying to make a glass window panel?"

Liu Tingmei was shocked again: "Can glass be used as window panels?"

Before Zheng Yunming could answer, a Beiwei personal soldier broke into the workshop and bowed to Zheng Yunming to report: "The team that went to attack Baijiazhai is back."

The team that came back this time was neat and serious, but there was no expression of joy on everyone's face. It was obvious that this time, he still did not get the expected results.

Xiang Anguo, the general of the Zuojie camp who led his troops back, handed the order to Zheng Yunming back in frustration.

Zheng Yunming frowned and asked, "Why did you lead the team back? What about Yang Yu? Was he defeated by the enemy again this time?"

"Not defeated," Xiang Anguo said: "This march went unusually smoothly."

But he still looked listless and had no joy of victory.

"Then what do you look like?" Zheng Yunming laughed angrily: "Is it because he defeated the enemy with this?"

"Although we did not have direct contact with our opponents, we occupied Baijiazhai without any blood." Xiang Anguo said in detail the whole story.

Although Zheng Yunming gave Yang Shu three thousand troops, Yang Shu insisted on taking only one thousand people to Baijiazhai.

"It's enough to have enough people. Raising more is a burden, which will affect the flexible use of military and horses." After saying this, Yang Xuan took Xiang Anguo's 1,000-Zoujie Camp to the road.

According to his usual habits, before the brigade crossed the Manan River, he took twenty capable sergeants to sneak into the area where the other party was active for reconnaissance.

An hour later, Yang Xuan returned quietly with the reconnaissance team and formulated a battle plan.

His combat plan was to stay on the south bank of the Manan River, cut down trees and prepare to build bridges.

"At a later time, General Manager Zheng will lead 10,000 elite troops to flatten Baijiazhai. We are just small troops that vanguards open the way!" The soldiers preached this to every passerby. Yang Xuan ordered more flags to be planted in dense mountains and forests as suspicious soldiers.

It seemed as if Zheng Yunming's army was really coming.

But after nightfall, Yang Yu quietly left the camp with two hundred elite soldiers. They walked west along the Manan River. After avoiding several surveillance posts from each other along the way, they found a shallow area and crossed the Manan River quietly, and then sneaked into the dark forests west of Baijiazhai.

The team used swords and axes to cut the forest and open up the road, and walked hard on the steep mountain road. At midnight, they finally sneaked to the wall on the west side of Baijia Village.

The walls of Baijia Village are not very tall. Compared with the strong walls of the Tulong Army, the more important men in the village were sent to the east to stop Zheng Yunming's army that might have been attacked, and there were almost no one in the village to guard them.

When the villager who was guarding the village wall could not bear the torture of sleepy insects and fell asleep quietly, the two hundred people who had been ambushing under the village wall used their climbing skills, rushed up the wall, blocking the guards on the wall and tied up the guards on the wall.

Yang Xuan then led 200 people to attack the enemy command center located in the Confucian Temple along the simple street. He captured the two clan leaders and hundreds of strong men from Baijiazhai who were still sleeping.

The next day at dawn, the flag of the Tulong Army had already fluttered over Baijiazhai.

"Isn't this a good time?" Ge Huai couldn't help but ask loudly, "Then Yang Xuan must have left the team halfway and went to find a restaurant?"

Xiang Anguo's laughable expression shows that he is not not telling a joke: "The problem is here, Commander Yang is gone!"

"What do you want to say?" Zheng Yunming widened his eyes: "How could a person disappear if he is alone!"

Yang Yu's habit was to drive everyone out after occupying the enemy's command, send a few soldiers to guard the door, and stare blankly at the enemy's documentary formation.

Although the Baijiazhai resisted this time, only the brave soldiers in the village were brave, and unexpectedly there were large topographic maps hanging in the wing room of the Confucian Temple, and a few volumes of military books were randomly scattered in the room.

Yang Yu was addicted at the sight. He ordered two soldiers to guard the door and no one was allowed to enter, so he started to study the topographic map.

When Xiang Anguo came to visit with two captured patriarchs early the next morning, everything was as usual in the room, but one Yang Shu was missing.

Just like Yang Chun's father from Jinghu was erased from the world out of thin air!

Xiang Anguo suddenly lost his mind and searched in a mess around in front of the Confucian Temple. Where could there be any trace of Commander Yang?

Zheng Yunming shouted decisively: "This is absolutely impossible! Do you have a good guard in that wing room? Is there a spy who may be hiding behind the window?"

"There are two people guarding the door, and three people guarding the back of the wing room, and even a fly cannot fly in." Xiang Anguo scratched his head: "That's why I feel incredible."

Zheng Yunming held his jaw with his hands and pondered for a while, but still couldn't figure it out, so he had to say, "You keep talking."

There was nothing to say about continuing. Just as everyone was looking for Commander Yang everywhere in the village, a little boy in blue shirt came out from somewhere and came to the gate of the Confucian Temple to ask for a meeting with the general of the commander.

"My husband said: If you want to see Yang Chun's father in Jinghu, you will first release the patriarch of Baijiazhai and the brothers Ding of the village, and then ask Zheng Yunming to bring his own troops."

The book boy left this sentence and left floating.

"So you did it?" Ge Huai roared at Xiang Anguo: "You will do whatever he says. What is the reputation of my Tulong Army? What is the prestige of the general manager!"

Xiang Anguo took off his helmet, knelt down on one knee, raised his head and said, "Mr. Yang is not here, I am the chief general, I will be responsible for everything. The reason why I made this judgment is that both sides have been entangled for a long time, but have not formally traded troops, so these people are not really considered prisoners, and releasing them will not actually harm our army."
Chapter completed!