Chapter 124: The glory of a gentleman, beheaded in the fifth life
Chapter 124: The grace of a gentleman, cut off after five generations
The eunuch Jiyong is very famous and a real master of the palace.
Shao Quanzhong made a fortune this time, and happily saw Eunuch Lu off.
After returning, he instructed Hai Qing, "Third brother, your detective section will be upgraded to the detective department. The original personnel will form the supervision department, and these skilled and brave eunuchs will become the action team. In the future, all the experts recommended by Brother Tian will also join the action team."
Hai Qing happily led a few eunuchs away, muttering as he walked, "Hehehe, we are finally not alone anymore. I was saying, how can the East Factory survive without experts?"
"What East Factory? The experts in the action team enjoy the treatment of captains. Give them military uniforms."
Hearing Shao Quanzhong's instructions, Hai Qing immediately felt distressed. What? Captain-level treatment? The monthly salary of a captain in the Huai Army was fifty taels.
"I want to see why you are given fifty taels since you are new here. Come with me to the training ground to help."
Hai Qing is Dong Haichuan's disciple. When he was in Prince Su's Mansion, the people he was most dissatisfied with were these skilled and brave eunuchs.
You look up to others all day long, acting like a master in the palace. Why can we only serve tea and water? You just got into the palace by chance. Mice in poor families eat bran, while mice in rich families eat rice. You may not be better than me, Eunuch Hai, in terms of ability. What's so great about you?
After being busy for a long time to receive the imperial edict, the old Taoist priest had already written more than a dozen letters of recommendation in Tian Xing's house.
Seeing Zhang Siwen behind Shao Quanzhong holding the newly awarded fourth-rank hat in his hand, the old Taoist patted Shao Quanzhong on the shoulder.
"Yuting, you are a Tartar who is getting higher and higher in power. You should remember your original intention. I am an expert in physiognomy. Let me take a closer look at how much you can achieve in the future."
Shao Quanzhong really believed this and quickly added, "Master, you must show me whether I am in danger of being assassinated in this life."
The old Taoist walked around Shao Quanzhong, looked at him carefully, and touched his sternum and ribs, then nodded with a smile, "Well, nine bones connected together, wealth and honor beyond words, Yuting, you really have the appearance of an emperor, but——"
Shao Quanzhong understood and handed over a five-hundred-liang note from Wen's Bank. "Master, tell me in detail."
The old Taoist put it in his arms...
What? A master shouldn't be like this? A master has to eat, right? This is my professional habit.
"You have passed all the calamities in this life, and you will have a smooth road ahead. Unfortunately, your fate is too strong, and you will be unlucky in marriage and children. Although you have many children, some of them are useless. In the future, you will inevitably be dragged down by your cowardly son, and you will be in a dilemma."
Shao Quanzhong was furious at the time. What? I actually gave birth to a son who was a spendthrift in my life?
"Master, you are my brother's master, but I have to say that you are being superstitious."
The old Taoist said calmly, "The theory of fate is illusory and can only be used as a reference. Of course, it cannot be fully believed. But even according to common sense, isn't it normal for a rich and powerful family to have a loser?"
Shao Quanzhong immediately began to talk about science. "There is a great man in the Western Yi named Mendel, who studied genetics. My two wives, one is a Jinshi daughter, and the other has attended a foreign school. I don't believe they can give birth to a useless loser. Let's wait and see."
The old Taoist laughed and said, "Then we'll see."
Shao Quanzhong was not convinced and said, "I am going to fight you. When my wives give birth to sons, I will educate them all and train them to be talented people. Let's see who gets humiliated."
The old Taoist didn't argue with him and handed all the recommendation letters in his hand to Shao Quanzhong.
"I recommend these dozen people. They are all the real elites of our Chinese martial arts world. You should make good use of them. Don't forget that you have a Han Chinese ancestor. I am leaving now."
"I haven't asked for your name yet, old man?" "I am Qinghong."
The voice is still ringing in my ears, but the person has gone far away. He really is a master with an immortal air.
Tian Xing came over and said, "Master told me their whereabouts. Should I go and invite all these fellow apprentices and masters?"
"Brother, you are the commander of the right wing of the Huai Army, you cannot leave the camp casually. Those skilled and brave eunuchs don't have any tasks for the time being, so just let them go. Siwen, go and call Haiqing and the eight new masters."
Hai Qing led the eunuchs who were wearing military uniforms and holding the rank of captain and were skilled in martial arts.
Shao Quanzhong looked at Haiqing in surprise, "Third brother, why are there so many bruises on your face?"
Hai Qing shook his hand awkwardly, "It's okay, it's okay, I just fell a few times accidentally."
Tian Xing laughed. He knew Hai Qing best. "I guess you must have fallen eight times, third brother."
Hai Qing puffed out his chest and said, "So what? They still have to salute me. I am a superior. Even Wei Zhongxian couldn't beat his Dongchang masters, but he can still be a 9,000-year-old man?"
Hai Qing's words made sense. Whether in the court or in the martial arts world, those in high positions were not necessarily good at fighting.
Being able to get to the top depends mainly on connections and emotional intelligence, and having someone to support you is the most important thing.
Your manager drinks and hangs out in clubs every day and can't write code, but he can still deduct the bonus of you, a coding expert who works overtime all night. His income is seven or eight times yours. After all, he is the boss's brother-in-law.
Your boss may not necessarily be able to write code, and may even be illiterate, but he can still call you an intellectual who doesn't understand human nature and has no future, and instill in you nonsense wolf theory all day long.
The boss has a way to get projects, and he dared to take risks by selling houses when starting a business. Nine out of ten people who took risks by selling houses jumped into the Huangpu River, and the remaining one successfully became a boss. But he is not allowed to brag to his subordinates?
What? Shao Quanzhong’s grandson can become a boss without selling a house or doing anything?
But his grandfather tucked his head into his belt, dared to chop down bullies in the street, and dared to duel with foreigners when he picked up a gun, and that's how he built his prosperous empire.
The ancients said that the grace of a gentleman will be cut off after five generations. What's wrong with his grandson being so rich and well-fed? Who made your grandfather stay at home and work hard while Shao Quanzhong was fighting?
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After Shao Quanzhong arranged to invite the martial arts master, he waved his hand and said, "Siwen, come on, follow me to Xiaoxiang Cliff."
Qiao Songnian had been waiting for Shao Quanzhong for a long time and laughed out loud when they met.
"This time the imperial court spent a lot of money, allocated one million taels, gave 500,000 to the Shanghai Army, and asked them to expand their army to thirteen battalions. They gave us 500,000 to replenish your soldiers and make up for the losses in the Wuwei battle. You can send someone to take them away later."
Shao Quanzhong understood that the imperial court saw that the Shanghai Army and the Huai Army were capable of fighting, and was strongly supporting them to expand their armies and check and balance the Hunan Army.
This is why Shao Quanzhong believed that the time for rebellion was not yet ripe. Our Qing Dynasty’s rule is now stable, tax revenues are increasing, and our ability to collect taxes far exceeds that of previous dynasties.
The treasury of the previous dynasty was empty, with only 4 million taels of tax revenue a year, which was not enough to cover expenses. Our Qing Dynasty does not tolerate the bad behavior of gentry, and will kill them if they do not pay taxes. Last year, the tax revenue was 60 million taels of silver.
"This time, the imperial court has handed Anhui over to us. Let's study and figure out how to take over this new territory."
(End of this chapter)