As a prefecture, Jingzhou has an advantage that is not available anywhere else, that is, it has a postal station, or to be precise, a telegraph machine.

When Wang Zhenyu first learned about the news, he was very happy. He ran to the post office to read the telegraph machine. What disappointed him was that the thing was too big and different from what he imagined.

In May, the Beijing Postal and Communication Department issued another document to upgrade the Jingzhou Postal and Communication Institute to a bureau, which had little to do with Wang Zhenyu.

But Ye Zuwen felt it was very convenient because he didn't have to send someone back to Wuhan to deliver a letter, and he could directly find Cheng Zufu with a telegram.

Cheng Zufu quickly called back and said that he would take the technicians to Jingzhou together, and the second son Guowei and daughter Ye Ziwen of Ye Zuwen were accompanied by Ye Zuwen. Ye Zuwen was not aware of the situation in Jingzhou at the time. Out of caution, he did not bring his daughter with him, which made Ye Ziwen very unhappy. He got angry at home and smashed a lot of things. Ye Zuwen was so angry that he said to Ye Ziwen: "How can you marry a wife like this?"

Ye Ziwen smiled proudly and said nothing, which means that this girl has found a sales channel, and Ye Zuwen can only smile bitterly at this.

When he arrived in Jingzhou, he saw that his future son-in-law was so great that he not only subdued the local merchant gentry and clan forces, but also captured all the bandits who had suffered for decades in the neighborhood. He was both admired and loved. He originally planned to visit Wang Zhenyu's parents in Baoqing Mansion and settle the marriage, but Wang Zhenyu was busy with official business every day, so the itinerary could not be settled.

After thinking about it, Wang Zhenyu thought it would be better to invite his parents over. Because of the considerations of multiple aspects, his family could not apply for some thin fields, which was not worth protecting. Moreover, his uncle Wang Longzhong was about to lose his power, and once he embarked on the road of expansion and fighting for hegemony in the future, his family would inevitably be implicated. Since this is the case, it is better to move his family to his own sphere of influence to avoid many unnecessary troubles.

Of course, Ma Xicheng can only do this. First, his parents recognize him, and second, if he wants to move in, it will not only be his own family, but Ma Xicheng's own family will also be moved in together.

After thinking about it over and over again, Wang Zhenyu simply ordered that the subordinate officers who wanted to move their families to Jingzhou to settle down, each family would compensate 80 ocean travel expenses and 120 ocean living expenses. After this order, many battalion-level officers took leave to go home. Yang Wangui signed and approved the letter according to Wang Zhenyu's wishes.

It was already June 3rd for Cheng Zufu to arrive in Jingzhou. Ye Ziwen saw Wang Zhenyu from afar and showed a sweet smile, looking at Wang Zhenyu with a longing look. If it weren't for everyone, she would probably have pounced on Wang Zhenyu's arms long ago.

Wang Zhenyu felt a little emotional. After a few months of seeing him, the little girl grew up a little more beautiful and charming. Wang Zhenyu couldn't help but think of a sentence: "A woman is like a flower, she only blooms for her beloved man once in her life."

Thinking of this, Wang Zhenyu couldn't help but feel warm, and his eyes looked at Ye Ziwen's big, shiny eyes, motionless.

Ye Zuwen soon noticed it and shook his head in his heart. He was still a young man. So he coughed a few times, reminding Wang Zhenyu to see the occasion.

When Wang Zhenyu heard the future father-in-law coughing, he immediately came to his senses, strides thousands of times, and shook hands with Cheng Zufu: "Senior, I have heard of the name for a long time. I will meet you today. It is a blessing for me. I have already set up a banquet today. The old senior must drink hard and never return without getting drunk."

Cheng Zufu felt extremely ups and downs from receiving Ye Zuwen's telegram to reaching Jingzhou. He was completely confused about what kind of person General Wang was, whether he could get help and how much he had to pay.

But he was unwilling to be annexed by others. He could not let his decades of hard work be ruined, so despite his doubts, he came without hesitation. When Wang Zhenyu greeted him enthusiastically, Cheng Zufu's worries disappeared, because polite people follow the rules, and such people will not be too ugly no matter how they look.

Looking at the young Wang Zhenyu, Cheng Zufu, who was once full of energy, sighed with emotion, "It is better to meet than to be famous. General Wang is indeed young and promising, let's wait for Lao Luo..."

After a simple greeting, everyone went to the table to have dinner, which was a welcome to Cheng Zufu and his group.

As a landlord, Wang Zhenyu is naturally the core of the banquet. He introduces to everyone the various specialties of Jingzhou Prefecture from time to time. Ye Zuwen's second son Ye Guowei was fifteen years old and sat with Ye Ziwen, whispering to his sister: "Sister, this place is so poor, there are so many mosquitoes. Look, how many bags I have bitten."

Ye Ziwen, who used to love this younger brother, seemed to have not heard it, and her attention was all focused on Wang Zhenyu.

Ye Guowei glanced at his stupid sister and stopped talking depressedly. However, Song Haomin's eyes were vicious. He saw that the second young master of the Ye family was feeling uncomfortable. He immediately asked the guard to get a small box of erection and delivered it to him.

Ye Guowei was not grateful, and the young master threw the Fengyou spirit into anger out of temper: "What's the use of asking for this thing? It's so dirty here, I'm going home!"

The wind oil spirit was thrown out by Ye Guowei, and immediately drew a perfect parabola, smashed it into the center of the table, and then immediately bounced up and headed straight for Wang Zhenyu. The guards guarding both sides saw this scene, and they were all nervous. The captain who looked like the Living King of Hell often said that if the commander lacked a hair, everyone would have to be beaten by a military stick. Fortunately, the running trajectory of the wind oil spirit was a little distant, and it just slid past Wang Zhenyu's eyes. The hearts of the guards who were originally raised to their throats fell to the ground with the small box of wind oil spirit.

Wang Zhenyu was busy flattering Cheng Zufu, but suddenly a bottle of squid oil was thrown in front of him, which scared him and Cheng Zufu. He looked back at the arrogant little guy, and happened to see Ye Ziwen sitting next to him with a red face. The little girl was poking the thing with her fingers. Wang Zhenyu was amused, and actually forgot that he was so scared that he was unhappy, but was amused by Ye Ziwen's little movements.

Ye Zuwen couldn't bear to face anymore. Originally, this youngest son was spoiled and he didn't stop at home. This time he arranged for him to come, and he wanted him to see the world and go a little bit spoiled, but he didn't want this kid to be so disgraceful. Ye Zuwen was rarely angry: "If you don't want to stay, don't stay, get out of here, get out!"

Ye Guowei had never seen his father get so angry, and immediately stopped being arrogant, shrank his neck and fled in panic.

Wang Zhenyu gave Song Haomin a wink, and then hurriedly grabbed Ye Zuwen: "Ye Wengmo is angry. This is still a child. When he grows up in the future, he will definitely behave as decently as Guoxuan. Don't worry."

Ye Zuwen sighed and sat down: "Mr. Cheng, Wen Zheng, Ye's teachings are incompetent, so you can laugh."

After the dinner, Cheng Zufu and Ye Zuwen stayed, and Ye Guoxuan and Song Haomin accompanied him. Wang Zhenyu didn't talk nonsense and directly talked about the cement factory with Cheng Zufu.

"Old Cheng, Wang is a junior. He speaks directly, don't be surprised. Wang doesn't think there is no need to move this Hubei cement factory. Don't the Japanese want it? So what if you even bring the equipment to him? As long as you can bring all the technicians to Jingzhou, Wang is willing to pay for a larger cement factory."

Cheng Zufu didn't expect that Wang Zhenyu did not plan to acquire Hubei Cement Factory. Instead, he wanted to re-open the gongs and drums and open a cement factory in Jingzhou. He couldn't help but hesitate.

Wang Zhenyu continued: "I rescued a group of geologists from the bandits. They told me that in Kenshankou Town, Jingzhou Prefecture, there is a complete limestone and clay. Ye Weng has a relationship with equipment procurement and has no need to worry about it. On the production side, Cheng Gong is good at managing, and Wang is trustworthy. As for sales, Wang is responsible. I wonder what Ye Weng, Cheng Gong thinks?"

After hearing this, Cheng Zufu finally spoke: "Mr. Cheng is not talented. How can Hubei Cement Factory be good at managing this? It's so ashamed to say that! But Cheng wants to know how big the factory General Wang plans to set up. Cheng's Hubei Cement Factory's annual output is only 40,000 tonnes."

Wang Zhenyu thought for a moment, and then said, "Wang thought about it and the annual output must reach 1 million tons."

This is really not surprising. Cheng Zufu organized himself for eight years and invested nearly 3 million to save up the annual output of 40,000 to 50,000 tons. The young general came up with one million tons. If it weren't for Ye Zuwen's guarantee, Cheng Zufu even felt that this person was coming with him.

The reason is that even if you rely on Cheng Zufu's management to avoid unnecessary losses, a production of 50,000 tons alone will cost at least 300,000 oceans, while a million tons will cost at least 4 to 6 million oceans. This does not count as land acquisition compensation, transportation construction, and later transportation and labor investment.

Wang Zhenyu didn't care about other people's ideas. He said to himself: "The times are progressing and society is developing. Now to develop industry and commerce, transportation is the first priority. When building roads, the first thing is to have cement. Urban construction is inseparable from cement and industrial factories. Cement is also needed. It can be said that cement is the foundation of industrial production. Without cement, if you want to establish a modern industrial civilization on the gravel road, it is like telling jokes. As for industrial saving the country, it is even more empty talk."

Cheng Zufu and Ye Zuwen nodded in agreement with this.

Wang Zhenyu continued: "Before Mr. Cheng came, I decided to set up 400 acres of land at Kenshankou to set up a cement factory. It is not realistic to reach 1 million tons at once. In fact, Mr. Ye knew about the funds. It was not a big problem to raise it, but the technology was not available at once. So, I thought about it and still had to install a phase. The first phase of the project will be launched for 100,000 tons, followed by 200,000 tons, 300,000 tons and 400,000 tons. The first phase of the project is implemented every year. I plan to launch the fourth phase in the fourth year of the Republic of China. What do you think? As long as there is cement, in Xiangxi, we will also engage in road construction, railway construction, steelmaking, and textile factories... We must use Xiangxi as the base to strengthen and expand our old China's industry so that those great powers will not dare to bully us."

Speaking of it, Wang Zhenyu became passionate and insisted on establishing a cement factory and national rejuvenation.

Cheng Zufu was also influenced by this emotion and began to intoxicate in this beautiful blueprint. In Wang Zhenyu, he seemed to see a person, a great man whom he admired but had passed away. Lord Zhang Zhidong, you may see in heaven that your career has successors.

Wang Zhenyu made the final decision at this time: "Mr. Cheng, Wang is a soldier, so he can do it at will, but it must be explained clearly that this cement factory must make money, so the dividend must be determined first. You and Mr. Ye each account for 30%, and I account for 40%, can you?"

Cheng Zufu stood up excitedly and shouted: "Wenzheng, you don't have to say anything. Cheng doesn't want any bonus. As long as Cheng can run this factory well, he can realize his dream of enriching the country and strengthening the army and saving the country through industry, he will have no regrets in his life. If he didn't say anything, I will go back to Hubei tomorrow and move Huaxin Company over. As for the Hubei cement factory, let the Japanese take an empty shell."

Wang Zhenyu came to this era and saw such a patriotic master for the first time. He stood up in surprise: "Senior, compared with you, I am ashamed of myself! Don't refuse this bonus. If you really don't want it, it's in your name. Whether you do good deeds or improve the lives of workers, it depends on your wishes. If you refuse, I will be ashamed of you."

Cheng Zufu calmed down a little, wiped the two lines of tears flowing from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and said, "I followed Lord Zhang Zhidong to run this cement factory, which was really difficult. Today, I have received help from Wen Zheng and Ye Weng, and I just hope to accomplish this and comfort Lord Zhang's spirit in heaven."
Chapter completed!