Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

The next day.

When Zhang Jingwei first arrived at Junxing, he heard a shocking news: the Salt Gang had actually completed the contract with Junxing early in the morning!

He was furious and rushed to the chief manager's office. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted, "Did you sign it?!"

Gao Ying nodded calmly and said, "Yes, I signed it!"

Zhang Jingwei's eyes widened, and he shouted in disbelief, "Brother, are you kidding me? Yesterday, we all agreed that the interest rate was ridiculously high. How could you sign it so rashly today?"

Gao Jiong replied calmly, "I'm not the only one who signed this agreement. The other shareholders also agreed and signed it."

Zhang Jingwei was furious after hearing this. He pointed at Ma Tianmao's nose and cursed, "Even you signed it! Then I, the largest shareholder, will become a decoration. I absolutely do not agree to this contract!"

At this time, Ma Tianmao said calmly: "I did sign it."

Zhang Jingwei was so angry that he was shaking all over. He roared, "I am the largest shareholder of the military bank. If I say no, it means no!"

However, Gao Jiong spoke calmly, "The Huangfu family holds a 40% stake in the military company, while the remaining shareholders hold a combined 60%. Even if you are the largest shareholder, your opposition at this moment is futile."

Zhang Jingwei was extremely angry and cursed: "You bunch of idiots! You will definitely be punished for doing this!"

Facing Zhang Jingwei's rage, Ma Tianmao appeared quite calm. He soothed him, "Boss, calm down first. Brother Gao has carefully considered and calculated this deal. This deal is absolutely a sure win."

Gao Jiong went on to explain, "The contract I signed with the Salt Gang is a contract-based one. According to the agreement, the 20% profit share the military gets is clean. Furthermore, in just one year, we can secure a steady 20% return. Isn't such a lucrative return worth a try?"

Ma Tianmao raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a sly smile. He narrowed his eyes and said, "That's right. If you have money but don't make it, you're a bastard! Who in this world can resist money? What's more, if there is still no income next year, are we going to let those shareholders and wealthy people starve? Where in the world is there such a business where there is only investment but no return?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jingwei frowned and retorted with disgust: "Hmph! It smells like money and is disgusting." After that, he glared at Ma Tianmao fiercely, turned around and left.

……

Zhang Jingwei had just returned to his office on the third floor and hadn't even sat down for a quarter of an hour when the accountant rushed in in a hurry.

The accountant clutched a payment slip tightly in his hand and said to Zhang Jingwei with a broad smile, "Boss, here's a slip waiting for your stamp!"

Zhang Jingwei didn't even raise his head, but waved his hand impatiently and said, "No money, no approval!"

When the accountant heard this, the smile on his face froze, but he still explained with a stiff upper lip: "Boss, this is the money needed for your wedding preparations. Master Mu is waiting to withdraw the money!"

Hearing the words "wedding preparations", Zhang Jingwei couldn't help but frowned, sighed deeply, and said to himself: "Well, I did promise him before that if he needed money, he could go directly to the military bank to withdraw it." After that, he shook his head helplessly, got up and walked to the desk, opened the exquisite lock box, and carefully took out his seal.

The military bank reached an agreement with the government-run money houses to pay an annual management fee of 10,000 strings of cash.

Amounts below 3,000 guan can be transferred with the seal of Gao Ying, while amounts above 3,000 guan must be transferred with the seal of Zhang Jingwei. If there is no seal of Zhang Jingwei, joint approval of the shareholders' meeting is required.

These seals were engraved and issued by official money houses. The papers used for these approval documents are extremely precious. They are made of the same high-quality mulberry paper as the silver notes. Each one has a number and an official seal on it.

All the seals of the military bank are specially customized. There are base seals in the money shop, and the seal paste is also a very rare colored Luansha mud.

The banknotes were checked at every level, and it was impossible to forge them in such an era.

……

Just as Zhang Jingwei was about to stamp the document, his eyes suddenly caught the shocking figure on the approval form—twenty thousand taels! His eyes widened instantly, his hand stopped in mid-air, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Wait a minute, twenty thousand taels! Silver! Are you going to hold my wedding and funeral at the same time?!"

The accountant standing nearby heard this and his expression changed slightly. He quickly said, "Boss, you are still so young, how can you say such unlucky words!"

Zhang Jingwei ignored his advice and pointed at the approval slip, shouting angrily, "This is too much! Go quickly and call him over to me immediately!"

The accountant looked embarrassed and hesitated for a moment before answering, "My dear boss, Master Mu is not in the army right now. This amount of money is used to pay for the goods from Taobao Zhai!"

Zhang Jingwei frowned even more when he heard this. He pressed on, "You mean to say that he's already bought everything and is just waiting for me to pay for it, right?"

The accountant nodded helplessly and replied, "Uh...that's exactly it."

Zhang Jingwei suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable anger rising up, and couldn't help but swear, "Oh my god! Twenty thousand taels of silver, that's not a small amount! Then... doesn't the head shopkeeper have any objections to this?"

The accountant quickly smiled and explained, "Of course the head accountant has no objection, otherwise this list wouldn't have reached you, right?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jingwei took a deep breath and let it out long, as if he wanted to vent all the depression in his heart. In the end, he could only shake his head helplessly and sighed, "Alas... Never mind." Then, he reluctantly picked up the seal and gently pressed it on the approval form.

A girl can only have one wedding in her life, and she will inevitably feel disappointed if it cannot be a grand one.

For some reason, during the early days of the military camp, he was lavish with money, using the finest materials, and treating refugees in the same way, spending millions without a single frown. But after the refugee crisis, he became stingy and even returned Huangfu Ling's gift (even though Huangfu Ling had voluntarily returned it).

Now that the 20,000 taels had been spent, he became angrier and angrier. He banged the table and shouted, "Huangfu Ling, if you don't give me a hundred or eighty children, you're fucking sorry for me!"

……

Huangfu Ling, who was far away in the market town, suddenly sneezed.

Jiuer looked at Ling'er with concern and asked softly, "Sister Ling'er, are you okay?"

Huangfu Ling frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and muttered to herself, "Hiss... This is really strange. Why do I suddenly feel a chill?"

After hearing this, Jiuer hurried forward, reached out and touched Huangfu Ling's forehead, and said worriedly: "Did you catch a cold? The sun in this winter month is fake, and you are wearing so thinly, don't catch a cold. Come, let me take your pulse." As she said that, she pulled Huangfu Ling's wrist to take his pulse.

However, Huangfu Ling gently pulled her hand back and said with a smile: "No need, sister, I'm really fine. Besides, I have several sets of clothes waiting to try today."

Huangfu Ling’s only task this month is to try on clothes, try on clothes, and try on clothes again.