Chapter 71: Speaker

The carriage was wandering around the city, and in the carriage, Mingxia had a pale face. Mr. Wang was a kind-hearted person, but when he thought about what he had to face, his body still shivered.

"Where are you living in?" Ye Zhao suddenly asked with a smile.

"Zhao Family Courtyard, No. 20 Xing'an Street." Mingxia hung her little head and said timidly. After all, she had been studying for several months and knew how to apply for a street sign.

Ye Zhao nodded slightly. No matter what, after studying National Primary School, his knowledge was naturally different.

"Go to Xing'an Street! No. 20!" Ye Zhao clapped his hands.

The coachman outside naturally kept leaning his ears and waiting for the prince to give his orders. At this time, he immediately swung his whip and exploded a crisp sound, "Ji——" and the speed of the carriage suddenly accelerated, but it was very steady.

Mingxia looked at Ye Zhao in surprise, her eyes full of confusion.

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Send you home, but I keep this contract book and tell your father that you have to go to school well. Maybe I will send someone to check the job in a few days. If you are not here, I will ask your father for that hundred silver ocean."

"What is checking the post?" Mingxia seemed to understand, and she didn't know what Mr. Wang did to send her home? She was reluctant to support herself? But she had never heard of such a stingy person. But she felt refreshed when she could go home.

Ye Zhao scratched his head and said, "That's right, that's it, if your father sells you again, it will be a big trouble. If you tell him, he will understand."

"Oh." Mingxia nodded gently.

"Master, do you, do you come to my house if you want me in the future?" Mingxia suddenly asked. She also knew what an outdoor room was, but it was said that rich people bought a yard for their concubines to live in. Master Wang wanted to live in his own house. He was such a great person.

She didn't know how unconventional and stingy it would be if Mr. Wang really bought her as a concubine and sent her back to her house to live there.

Ye Zhao was stunned for a moment and said, "Maybe."

"Oh." Mingxia responded in a low voice.

The carriage fell silent, and Ye Zhaohe, the child, had nothing to say. As for Mingxia, she was even more restrained and dared not speak.

After a long time, the carriage finally stopped. Ye Zhao lifted up the curtains on the window and said, "Hey, look, is it your home?"

Mingxia crawled over and looked at her, and she was surprised, "Yes, look, that's my home." Her little finger pointed at a large slum.

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Okay, go down." At this time, the curtain of the car had been set up and the stool was put down.

Mingxia stood up happily. She was not as tall as the carriage. She walked out two steps and felt something was wrong in a daze. When she looked back, she saw Mr. Wang smiling and waved at her: "Go."

Well, Mingxia nodded, thought for a while, knelt down, kowtowed, and then jumped out of the car. Ye Zhao ordered a guard to say a few words through the car window, and the blue-robed guard followed him, naturally asking for a few words to Mingxia's father, or even threatening him.

Ye Zhao also got out of the car and watched the guards and Mingxia enter the yard from a distance. He thought that when Mingxia's father saw her, he felt sad and happy again.

After standing for a while, a middle-aged man in rags followed the guards and walked out of the fence gate. Mingxia followed the last timidly.

"Master, I kowtowed to the master!" Mingxia's father was also confused, a little heartbroken, a little happy. What was heartbroken was that Mingxia must have been ruined by this Master Wang. He was really useless as a father. It was a coward. It would be better to die. But I don't know what Mr. Wang sent Mingxia back for, and was a daughter who bought Chunxia for a thousand gold coins and gave Mingxia freedom? That was another happy thing.

"Well, go back and ask Mingxia to go to school well!" Ye Zhao said lightly.

Mingxia's father didn't know what Mr. Wang meant, so he had to kowtow and led Mingxia back to the yard. However, Mingxia turned around three times in one step. It was the first time in her life that she met such a good master, but I don't know if she would come to see her.

Ye Zhao waved at her with a smile, turned around, but got on the second carriage.

Guan Wen was taking a nap and was suddenly awakened. When he saw Ye Zhao coming up, he asked sleepyly: "Your Majesty, have you arrived?"

"It's almost!" Ye Zhao sat beside him with a smile.

The carriage slowly moved.

"Brother, Guangzhou Bank has a plan to dig oil in Hengzhou, and you will rely on your support!" Ye Zhao said to Guan Wen with a smile.

"Digging oil? What oil?" Guan Wen asked in surprise. Now, he gradually felt that the general king looked like him. He was so expert when talking about walking horses and playing with eagles, but this little prince was in danger. He was eating people and not spitting bones. A few words may be a shocking conspiracy. Fortunately, now he is in the same carriage as him, he will never harm him.

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Furious tinder oil, of course, we have to explore first. The foreign exploration team will arrive in a few days." He also said, "This fierce tinder oil is very useful. Refining kerosene and paraffin can make large quantities of candles at that time, and that is all white silver!"

Guan Wen smiled and said, "The prince is playing the piano for a cow, but the lower officials really don't understand it."

Ye Zhao said: "Anyway, this is technical work, and others can't do it. I'm thinking about it. If you find the hot turmeric oil, the Cantonese Silver Bank will buy out 10,000 taels of silver, what do you think?"

Guan Wen's eyes lit up. What kind of hot tincture oil? If it is a coalfield, it is worth it. What kind of hot tincture oil is this? Ten thousand taels? This is really a beauty that is unreasonable!

Ye Zhao smiled again and said, "If you can't make up your mind, you can go back and think carefully."

Guan Wen couldn't hold on his face. He knew it. It was said that the Huguang Governor's Office was the master of the shogunate, which was really outrageous!

"Prince! Don't worry, I'll do this when I go back. Can the officials not take care of my own business?"

Ye Zhao couldn't help but look at him a few times. This person was not simple. He was obedient and knew that he had a share in the Cantonese Bank.

But it's good, things will be more smooth. I smiled and bowed: "Thank you for your love!"

Guan Wen hurriedly said, "I dare not, but why do you think things don't seem as simple as the prince said?" But in this world, there is naturally no medicine for regret.

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In the study, two pretty maids were carefully wiping the corners of the house with snow-white handkerchiefs to see if there was any dust. When the general Wang suddenly came in, they both turned pale and thought that their hands and feet were slow, and they had been delayed. They hurriedly knelt down.

If we say that the level of the county prince's mansion is not very strict, at least these servants can occasionally see the general and the king, but even so, both of them were trembling with fear.

"I know my guilt, but I will die!"

Ye Zhao waved his hand helplessly and said, "Go out."

After turning around and sitting in the extremely wide gold-inlaid desk, Ye Zhao picked up the secret message he had just received, which was just translated by Baksh.

It was a telegram from Jiangxi Daying. A few years ago, the telegram line had already extended to Jiangxi Daying. Now, Ye Zhao can know every move of Jiangxi Daying immediately and control the remote command.

Therefore, war is sometimes the best lubricant for the development of the times. Ye Zhao also knew that if there was no fierce battle with the bandits, the telegram line would be built from Guangzhou to northern Jiangxi, but I don’t know how much time and effort would be spent.

At least, now the people know that this thing is not a soul-sucking banner that sucks the ground, but is helping the general and the king to disperse the bandits. No one dares to destroy it.

One of the important tasks of local patrol battalions is to protect the access to telegram lines.

The first and second town infantry regiments of the Guangdong Army are now the main force of the Jiangxi camp that besieged Nanchang and launched bandits, and the Ganjie Patrol Battalion, and the brave troops from other provinces to assist, there are about 10,000 or 20,000, and the artillery battalions of the First and Second Towns are basically equipped with artillery.

In the telegram, the God of War asked for a strategy for siege, and asked the Great General King to order to attack Nanchang.

Ye Zhao thought about it, but he approved the word "feint attack" on the telegram.

Now he has been attacking Nanchang, an important town that has been operating for many years. In addition to the strength of Li Xiucheng's troops, the proportion of bandits and musketeers has increased. I think he knows that his family's assets will definitely suffer heavy losses, so he always needs to find the most favorable opportunity.

What's more, even if I have the strength to wipe out the Bandit Nian Army without any effort, what's the benefit of the world to be peaceful? Then the Six Kings will definitely take over their military power. Will it be impossible to rebel immediately?

Now, I am not ready yet? To be more confident, the strength to support me is not ready yet.

What forces are there to support yourself now?

According to the division of the old academic class, first of all, it is naturally the emerging bourgeoisie, including merchants and enlightened landlords.

Another, the people who were bewitched by their deified self.

The third force is naturally the Guangdong Army, including local troops such as patrol battalions.

Then there are some mixed forces that can benefit from Guangdong's reform.

But if the bandits are now pacified and the flag is raised immediately, these forces will probably have their own thoughts. After all, the war is about to settle down and people will definitely be determined. Whoever provokes the war first will not win the hearts of the people. This is also the reason why both sides put the responsibility for the war on their opponents during the civil war.

If these forces unswervingly support themselves, it will take time to prepare and exert influence a little bit. For example, the Guangzhou Military Academy is urging grassroots officers. Of course, what they can instill is the understanding of loyalty to protect the family, the sense of honor of soldiers, the sense of honor of defending Guangdong and Jiangxi society, etc.; for example, if various changes in Guangzhou go deeper, it will make emerging capital forces know that they can safeguard their interests. Without their own powerful backer, the social status they gradually gain will be broken like a bubble.

The bright prospects of the development of the Guangdong-Jiangxi social model are not only instilled in the soldiers, but also in the people. The better the development of Guangdong-Jiangxi, they will definitely believe in the bright prospects of publicity. This is more direct and more confusing than the program of the bandits who just take some castles in the air.

Similarly, Ye Zhao was also systematically organizing materials and preparing to spread his social development model with sacred glory. Naturally, it is ideological theory. Without systematic theoretical guidance, all changes are just mirrors and moons.

After stretching, Ye Zhao pushed open the carved stained glass window and couldn't help but smile, but saw that the brocade breast milk was back gorgeously. The red silk double rows of plum blossom buttons and the silky red silk pants, the thin curves of the legs were faintly visible, the high heels and red leather shoes, and the slender small waist was like willow branches, which was so modern and sexy.

This dress with bright red silk silk satin material is so attractive that even later generations go on the streets, let alone how charming and beautiful it is when worn on the brocade breasts.

"Jinfeng, come!"

Jin***'s grandma looked over and saw the master waving to him with a smile. Seeing that he was smiling at him, it didn't seem funny. Jin***'s grandma felt panicked, this wouldn't be done in broad daylight.

She came back from Foshan in the morning, went home, and just returned home.

But the master had to listen to his words. He entered the study from the side door that went straight to the outside of the Lotus Building. Jin ***'s breasts turned around and closed the door and locked it. Ye Zhao also closed the window there.

The glass window with a painted basket is now invisible from the outside.

Ye Zhao sat down, pointed to the chair opposite the desk and said, "You sit too." It seems that it is important.

Jin***'s breasts didn't feel a little disappointed, but they were not. They were panic, but that proved that the prince liked him?

"How are you doing recently? Many people know your identity now, right?" Ye Zhao asked with a smile.

Jin*** was about to tell Ye Zhao about this. No, the second wife of the Tao family and the Miss Rong family have now become the princess. The news has flew out like wings, especially the old friends of the Rong and Tao families. They are even more well-known. I just returned to my parents' home and came to visit me when I saw the princess return home, and I kowtowed and greeted me. Don't mention respect. Just a distant relative who was still pretending to be a gesture with my father not long ago, now I am not flattered and flattered. Although the satisfaction brought by power is very comfortable, I heard from my father that there are endless visitors in the mansion all day long and the mother's home is almost unable to return.

It is even more outrageous in Foshan. The prefect of Huizhou actually came to pay his respects and kowtows to him. Huizhou is hundreds of miles away from Foshan. Everyone in the steel mill knew about this trouble, and it seemed that the manager could not do anything.

I want to complain to the prince, but I don’t know where to start.

Seeing that Jin*** was reluctant to speak, Ye Zhao smiled and said, "I have heard about your affairs. So, don't worry about the steel mill. I'll leave it to others to take care of you. You have more important responsibilities. The Board of Directors of Cantonese Bank, you represent our shares as a director and executive director. Even if the board of directors knows your identity, they will not cause any miscellaneous things. If we don't make it clear, they will naturally pretend not to know." He also said, "Learn more and cooperate more with Boss Wu, don't know how to show off. Although you go, people will definitely follow your lead, but we must be humble and cautious and respect others."

Jin***'s heart is thumping, Director of Cantonese Bank? This is one of the most powerful positions in the Guangdong business world.

The master wants me to be the spokesperson? Jin***'s mother thought in surprise, and waited for Ye Zhao to not show off her power with Boss Wu, respect people, etc.

Jin*** couldn't help but burst into laughter. You know, if a few years ago, Boss Wu was in the minds of Guangzhou businessmen, it was a god-like existence. The business celebrities who wanted to curry favor with him were like crucian carp people across the river. Jin****** also dreamed of having some connection with the Wu family's business one day, but I also knew that he was just dreaming in his day.

But now, everyone has been transferred, but Boss Wu wants to curry favor with him. The master even instructed him to "not show off his power, but respect others", as if he is afraid that he will always be a princess to scold these most influential businessmen in Guangdong.

"Master, I understand." Jin***'s breast said in a tender voice, her eyes as if water could drip out.

Ye Zhao glared at her: "Don't skip your eyes in broad daylight."

Jin***'s breasts wanted to bite him, and stood up lightly, but they walked around the table and leaned on Ye Zhao, giggling, and their delicate red lips held Ye Zhao's ears...

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