Wu Zheng was stunned. It turned out that he left less than 100,000 taels. Is he going to force the orphan to death?

Everything has to be a degree, right?

How could Mo Zhong Nian not know?

He asked carefully and tentatively: "Or, I will keep my hands tight and leave some for the prince... to make up a hundred thousand taels?"

Hundreds of thousands of taels?

Wu Zheng smiled bitterly. In fact, this is how he and Mo Zhongnian have been spending these years.

One hundred thousand is really a lot. For ordinary people, this is an unattainable number, but for Wu Zheng, it is optional.

"One.8 million!" Wu Zheng said with a gloomy face, "Old Mo, be a person, you must have a vision. You should know that when the military workshop was investing in the early stage, you also disliked me for spending money like flowing water, but now... a musket sold for more than 40 taels, with nearly three times the profit, so there is no need to say about artillery... What is a daily wage of gold?"

"I dare to let the prince know that the military workshop will suffer a huge loss this year of 1.77 million taels." Mo Zhinian rolled his eyes and retorted without mercy.

"Gulu." Wu Zheng swallowed his saliva, and was so blocked by Mo Zhinian's words that he wanted to kick people. Unfortunately, Mo Zhinian, who was in his seventies, made him dare not lift his feet.

Mo Zhinian was right. Since last year, the military workshop had already made a profit, and Wu Zheng was right. Indeed, the new muskets produced by the military workshop were also very popular. Not only did the Qing court in the north rush to ask for it (of course, it was through the intermediary of Wei Kuangguo and Joshua Tsang), but the Yongli forces in the south also refused to accept this. However, because the military workshop was not high at that time, it was difficult to sell it to the outside world in addition to satisfying the Northern Expedition Army's uniforms, so most of the sold were old goods replaced by the various guards, so the profit was naturally not high.

But this year's financial report is a bit "unbeatable".

In this war, the expansion of the military workshop was very expensive. The raw materials from the north increased a lot due to the war. The most important thing was to supply firearms and ammunition in Jiangbei during the war, which was already a huge deficit. The bullets and shells that were fired were obviously unable to be picked up.

"One million... can't be less." Wu Zheng said dryly.

"Twenty-hundred thousand, so the prince knows that these silvers are just re-used, and all of them must be used on the soldiers of the Northern Expedition Army."

"...Okay, six hundred thousand, I never treat the soldiers unfairly."

"Three hundred thousand, the prince should know that the loyalty of the soldiers is indispensable, and rewards are corresponding..."

“….”

What else could Wu Zheng say? He smiled bitterly and turned his head, looking at Song Yingxing who was completely unaware of the so-called "Mr. Song, why do I think that you don't seem to know what you should have done about this money, right?"

Song Yingxing, who had been watching from the wall, suddenly realized and became erect.

So, there was another real-life war of words.

Wu Zheng, who was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, took the teacup handed over by Song An, took a sip of it, and spit out a leaf, "Xiao An, remember, no one should disturb Mr. Mo's discussion with Mr. Song... If you dare to violate it, I will kick him in the ass."

"Yes." Song An responded with a grinning mouth.

....

This is just a microcosm, a microcosm of the current situation of the General's Mansion.

Five years have not been short, but it is indeed difficult to accumulate to deal with a Northern Expedition. Especially after most of the prefectures in Jiangnan have been washed by the Tartars, even if Wu Zheng wanted to "rob the rich and help the poor" a few more times, it would not work, and it would only cause bad reputation.

The Qing court's ransom was as high as more than 10 million taels, but this was just an illusion in the air. There was only the first one, perhaps the second and third ones were real. God knows if there would be a "mortgage" for the next ten years. Of course, Wu Zheng never hoped to get the principal and interest of the next dozen ransoms, because, three years, at most three years... everything is the end.

This war seems uncontrollable, but in fact, it is controllable.

Wu Zheng made a defensive counterattack just by mistake, and of course, the battlefield was "shamelessly" encircled in Jiangbei by Wu Zheng.

In Wu Zheng's words, the Yangtze River cannot withstand the poison of another war.

Yes, the land under the jurisdiction of the General's Mansion cannot withstand a war, it is like a table of pots and pans. After a war, it will be completely broken.

Dorgon used ten thousand cavalry to penetrate east and west of Yangzhou to cut off the retreat of Wusong and Taizhou Guards, in fact, Wu Zheng could have ordered a retreat. At that time, he had time to retreat to Jingjiang and the south bank. No matter how big Dorgon dug the pit, he would not be able to fight a decisive battle across the river.

So Wu Zheng knew that the final result of this war would be both sides, but he still gritted his teeth and fought to the end.

However, the consequences are serious. If the Zhufan Joint Fleet is just an episode, then the commerce, people's livelihood, and even agriculture in the areas under the jurisdiction of the General's Mansion will suffer a huge impact.

The fundamental reason for this impact came from the recruitment of the General's Mansion.

Although a group of new recruits were hastily repatriated, the half-year farming was abandoned.

Wu Zheng could not squeeze more from the Qing court to fill the holes in this battle, so he was unable to help Mo Zhengnian get rid of the dilemma.

Wu Zheng was drinking tea, but his mind was thinking, not thinking about the future of China, not that great, he obviously could not reach that far-sighted state. He was just thinking about how to do... silver, damn silver!

....

The dispute between Mo Zhinian and Song Yingxing finally came to an end.

Wu Zheng was very disappointed. Song Yingxing's words were no match for Lao Mo. Under Song Yingxing's spitting, Mo Zhongnian only let down his mouth, 30,000 taels.

There are 30,000 taels more, totaling 330,000 taels.

Wu Zheng patted the depressed Song Yingxing's shoulder and comforted him: "It's not bad, it's already good... Before the New Year, Xiong and the two governors of Zhang wanted to increase their salaries and seek some benefits to their officials. After beating Mo Lao for three days, Mo Lao finally gave him three thousand taels... Compared with 3,000 taels and 30,000 taels, that's really good!"

Song Yingxing was stunned by the fooling, he put away the depression in his eyes and nodded, "In this way, Lord Mo has given me a lot of face... Thank you Lord Mo."

A gentleman deceives him with a simple meaning! Don’t be obsessed with a serious face, but someone is laughing secretly.

Ma Shiying was laughing, and she laughed shamelessly.

"Ma Shiying... go out and laugh!" Wu Zheng shouted in anger.

....

Oriental Hong Technology Co., Ltd. is officially listed.

Song Yingxing was obviously unhappy, and he was not happy whether it was his name or grade.

According to his meaning, even if Wu Zhengfei named "Dongfanghong", he should be called "Dongfanghong Technology Agency", "Dongfanghong Technology Institute", "Dongfanghong Technology Institute", "Dongfanghong Technology Institute", or "Dongfanghong Technology Department" and so on.

You should have a rank, but as a scholar, you can do something and take a job, how can you not have a rank?

I am doing business for the government. I have many official positions under the jurisdiction of the famous general's office. Why should I be stingy with a fifth or sixth rank official position?
Chapter completed!