American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The appearance of the Red Turbans naturally alarmed all forces.

Now, Qi Shan no longer had the ability to create something from nothing. When manpower was scarce, he could support it with his own strength, but as the force gradually got on the right track, it had to shift in its own direction.

Expanding foreign trade was inevitable.

Qi Shan's discipline was strict. In the previous three months, he had spent a lot of effort to bring these bandits together. Although it still couldn't compare with the armies of later generations, it was already a world apart from the troops of the Great Jin and Great Song.

At the very least, due to the severity of the punishment system and the magical effect of solitary confinement, many bandits were wary of violating the rules.

With heavy rewards, there must be brave men. Facing the entire Laiwu, with a consumer group of nearly ten thousand people, such a large market would definitely tempt merchants.

Soon after Qi Shan spread the news, merchants quietly came to his door.

"This must be the young master of the Qi family! My name is Wei Deyu, a small businessman!"

The first to arrive was a middle-aged man who was a bit chubby and had a very pleasant smile.

Merchants did not have a high status in feudal society, so they behaved very humbly. Qi Shan was very mysterious. Although the outside world did not know much about him, being able to occupy almost half of the village in Dawang Village meant he was definitely not a simple person.

"Manager Wei!" Qi Shan cupped his hands.

"I dare not be called manager, just a small businessman!"

Qi Shan gestured for him to sit down, and the two took their seats as host and guest.

"Manager Wei, since you were able to find me here, I believe you have verified it through many means. That's right, from the beginning, I didn't intend to hide it. The purpose of purchasing these things is to supply the Red Turbans in Laiwu!"

Manager Wei cupped his hands and said, "Young Master Qi is straightforward. Well, I, Lao Wei, won't hide anything either. In fact, we have also considered the Red Turbans, but they are too scary. They openly raised the flag of rebellion. If we are found to be secretly colluding with them, my small business can't withstand the pressure!"

"I'm not afraid of this, but since I'm taking the pressure, I also want to get a share of the profits. This is quite reasonable, right?"

"Yes, yes!"

After a few words, Qi Shan directly handed him a piece of paper.

"I sent someone to communicate with the Red Turbans. In addition to vegetables, rice, and flour, they also need cinnabar, scorched earth, silk, yellow paper, and other things. The quantity is very large, almost as much as you can get!"

Qi Shan said calmly, "Manager Wei, don't worry about the current affairs. After we set the price, you send the goods to me. I will pay you as much as you have, cash on delivery, with no arrears!

By going through my hands, you can rest assured twice over. You don't have to worry about your head being in danger, nor do you have to worry about your wallet being cheated!"

Manager Wei was overjoyed and solemnly clasped his fists: "Young Master Qi is benevolent, Lao Wei thanks you!"

The two bid farewell, and Manager Wei left the Qi residence quickly with his steward.

He happened to see several servants leading a man dressed as a merchant in the direction of the study.

Manager Wei sighed, "Sure enough, everyone's news is very well-informed!"

Previously, the Red Turbans directly issued a call for investment to the outside world, and the price was very high, but no one dared to go.

Later, for some unknown reason, it was withdrawn for no reason. Until a few days ago, Manager Wei suddenly heard that it was actually contracted by a young master from Dawang Village.

Upon hearing this news, Manager Wei couldn't sit still. He quickly brought his steward and clerks to inquire. After asking around, the surrounding people learned that the Qi residence had started collecting vegetables and rice from the surrounding area a long time ago. The price was fair, but recently the quantity required suddenly increased, which made many people eager to go to other places to purchase, earning a lot of money.

Merchants are willing to do this kind of reselling business. Although they earn a little less, they are safe.

Even if the government wants to execute someone, they will first go to Qi Shan for trouble.

However, looking at Qi Shan's behavior and the extremely exaggerated mansion, he should not be a simple person.

Sure enough, it's good to have a backer to do business.

After leaving the door, the steward whispered, "Shopkeeper, those Red Turbans are blatant rebels. Will we be implicated if we trade with them?"

"Not for the time being, but it's not certain. Let's see how long these Red Turbans can last!"

"But the Red Turbans are rebels and quite restless. I heard that they recently got a pile of thunder cannons somewhere and are attacking cities and seizing land around them, killing countless people.

Do you still remember that Master Zhang who caused a lot of trouble a few years ago?"

Manager Wei was a little confused, and the steward reminded him, "The one who lent money at high interest rates, forced debts, and forced many people to death in recent years? At such an old age, he is still like a demon, snatching other people's daughters back to be concubines!"

With this reminder, Manager Wei remembered: "Is it him? What's wrong?"

"He was taken care of by the Red Turbans! I heard that a soldier under the Red Turbans had his family ruined by those masters. The head of the Red Turbans was furious and led a large army to flatten the entire Zhang Family Fort. I heard that many people died at that time!"

"How do you know so clearly?" Manager Wei asked suspiciously.

"Didn't I go out to inquire about news yesterday? I found a semi-concealed place, stayed for a night, made some money first, and asked a lot of things. I heard that the killing was bloody, and the scene was so miserable that people who went to watch the excitement vomited all over the place!"

The steward first smiled lewdly, and then said seriously.

Manager Wei nodded and spat: "That old Zhang was very vicious. He wasn't a good person when he was young, and he became even worse after he got old. Have you forgotten what happened before?

When we had a cart of goods passing through Zhangjia Village, that dog relied on his power and wanted to force me to pay a toll. Fortunately, we hired a镖局, and after a good fight, we drove them away!

Now it's good, he deserved to die, evil has its reward. In that case, the Red Turbans are still good!"

The steward said: "Whether Master Zhang deserves to die or not will naturally be judged by later generations. What I am worried about is that the Zhang family's ancestor has some connection with the巾帼. I'm afraid that officials will come to encircle and suppress them later. If that's the case, the line we just opened will be gone!"

"Then hurry back to prepare the goods. Young Master Qi promised to pay cash for the first few times. Get as much as you can.

No matter what, let's make money first!"

The two discussed and decided that they could not delay any longer. They hurried back to prepare a large batch of supplies and make money before the Red Turbans were wiped out!