Warlords: Conquer the world from the county magistrate

In the evening of the next day, the group entered Qingshan City and found an inn to rest that night.

On the morning of the second day, Fang Jian and Wei Hanzhou drove a carriage to the gate of Zhu's mansion.

When Francis got off the carriage, the guard at the door came forward and asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"My name is Fang Jian, and I'm Zhu Shenghui's friend. We met in Jielin Town some time ago." There was no way for him to come and meet him this time, so Fang Jian could only rely on connections to get in.

No matter whether you have any connections or not, try to get some connections first. As long as you can meet the person in charge, the rest will be easy.

Fang Jian smiled and said, "I passed by Qingshan City this time and came to visit Master Zhu. By the way, I have something important to discuss with Master Zhu."

The guard didn't know whether what Fang Jian said was true or not. He looked at Fang Jian suspiciously and went in to report.

When the housekeeper received the news that it was Zhu Shenghui's friend, he did not dare to make a decision, but went to inform his wife.

Zhu Yaoxiang and his wife happened to be having dinner in the living room. After hearing the report, Zhu Yaoxiang frowned and said, "Sheng Hui is not at home, how did his friend find his way to the house?"

"Just say Sheng Hui is not at home and ask him to come back another day." Zhu Yaoxiang then waved his hand and said indifferently.

Madam Zhu glared at Zhu Yaoxiang in dissatisfaction and said, "Since he is Sheng Hui's friend, we have to meet him, otherwise others will say that we are impolite. Besides, didn't he say he wanted to discuss something with you?"

"What could it be? It's just an excuse made by others." Having said that, Zhu Yaoxiang changed his mind and asked the butler to bring the person to meet him.

After all, he is his son's friend. If the news gets out, his son's friend won't even be able to enter the house when he comes to visit. How will others view their family?

When the butler brought Fang Jianan into the Zhu Mansion, he was the only one who went in, and the rest were stopped at the door.

Entering the hall, in order to establish a relationship, Fang Jianan put on a familiar expression and called out, "Uncle, Aunt, I'm Fang Jianan."

The two men took a look at Fang Jian and thought that he had a good appearance and did not look like a cunning person.

"I heard that you wanted to discuss something with me, I wonder what it is." Zhu Yaoxiang nodded and said politely.

Fang Jianan smiled and said, "I have a brand new Daxin Eleventh Form here. I wonder if Master Zhu is interested?"

"The brand new Daxin 11th Style?" Zhu Yaoxiang raised his eyebrows, not knowing whether what this person said was true or false.

Fang Jian introduced: "I brought 100 this time, and Commander Zhu can check it at will. There are 900 in stock in Xinyuan County. If Commander Zhu is interested, I can provide 1,000 per month."

"Are you serious?" Zhu Yaoxiang stood up, his breathing became heavy, and he stared at Fang Jian'an.

Fang Jian smiled softly: "What good would it be for me to lie to you?"

"Okay, let's go and take a look together." Zhu Yaoxiang walked forward excitedly, patted Fang Jian'an on the shoulder, and was about to pull him out to check the guns.

Fang Jianan said with some embarrassment: "Um, Master, what is the price?"

"If they are all new guns, I will give you 120 silver dollars each." Zhu Yaoxiang said generously.

Fang Jian was very happy with this price. His psychological price was 100 silver dollars. If the price was % higher, the income would be more substantial.

Under the leadership of Zhu Yaoxiang, Fang Jian and Wei Hanzhou drove a carriage to the military camp outside the city.

There were twenty new guns on the carriage, and another eighty were still in the inn. Seeing the new guns on the carriage, Zhu Yaoxiang liked them very much.

"Good gun." After trying a few shots with the new gun at the shooting range, Zhu Yaoxiang couldn't help but praise it.

Fang Jian did not carry any bullets; the bullets were provided by Zhu Yaoxiang himself.

Zhu Yaoxiang then asked, "Nephew, a gun alone is not enough, can you provide bullets?"

Fang Jian's mouth twitched. In the beginning, it was just to build relationships, so he called him uncle. But Zhu Yaoxiang was good at climbing up the ladder.

"No problem, but what about the price?" There was no reason for Fang Jian to refuse if he could make money.

What Zhu Yaoxiang lacked most now was weapons. He said nonchalantly, "According to the market price, 10 bullets cost silver dollars. What do you think, nephew?"

Fang Jian was secretly happy in his heart. According to the system's evaluation, 10 silver dollars could be exchanged for 500 rounds of bullets for the Daxin Type 1 rifle. If points were used to exchange, only point would be needed.

And by selling these 500 bullets, you can get 50 silver dollars, which is a 50-fold profit.

"No problem." Fang Jian suppressed his excitement and said calmly.

He ordered Wang Hu to move all the eighty guns from the inn to the military camp. After checking them one by one and making sure they were all OK, Zhu Yaoxiang generously paid twelve thousand silver dollars.

Afterwards, Fang Jian said with some difficulty: "Master Zhu, the road from Qingshan City to Xinyuan County is not very safe. Do you think you can use your own people to transport it?"

"Why call me commander? Don't be so formal. Just call me uncle." Zhu Yaoxiang said dissatisfiedly.

Fang Jian called him uncle in a low voice, and Zhu Yaoxiang said, "That's easy."

After declining Zhu Yaoxiang's request to stay for dinner, Fang Ji'an led his men back to Xinyuan County with 12,000 silver dollars, accompanied by a battalion of soldiers sent by Zhu Yaoxiang and 180,000 silver dollars for the purchase of arms.

"Commander, are we just going to give them the money like this?" After Fang Jianan left, the chief of staff beside Zhu Yaoxiang asked in confusion.

Zhu Yaoxiang smiled coldly: "Let him keep the money first. When I get enough equipment, I will ask him to spit out double the amount he took in."

Although Zhu Yaoxiang was not short of money, who would care about getting more money? Moreover, trading one thousand Daxin 11-type rifles would require 120,000 silver dollars, and 10,000 rifles would require 1.2 million silver dollars.

At present, the monthly salary of his soldiers is six silver dollars, and 1.2 million silver dollars is enough to support an army of more than 10,000 people for a year.

Zhu Yaoxiang had an army of nearly 20,000 men under his command, and the annual military pay was close to 1.5 million silver dollars.

This expenditure is certainly not supported by the tax revenue of Qingshan City, but more by his private business, which provides huge military funds.

On the way back to Nanling, Fang Jian was still very happy. With Zhu Yaoxiang, he could earn at least hundreds of thousands of silver dollars, which was enough to support his development.

He was not afraid that Zhu Yaoxiang would turn against him and refuse to give him money. First of all, there was Fenglin City between Zhu Yaoxiang and him, and it was impossible for Zhu Yaoxiang to bypass Fenglin and send out his main force.

As long as it was not the main force, if it was just a regiment, or even less troops, Franciscan was fully confident that he could defeat it.

In the warlord's army, the establishment of a regiment was only about a thousand people, not much more than one of their own infantry battalions.

As long as we give ourselves a few months, we can raise an army of thousands of people in Xinyuan County.

The newly raised troops may not be as elite as the infantry battalion, but they are not much inferior to the warlord troops.

Now, many warlord troops not only have messy weapons and equipment, but also have little training, and rely entirely on bluffing by virtue of their large numbers.