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

The shareholding and interest forms of the military bank.

30% of the boss - Zhang Jingwei.

The next level down is the three largest shareholders with 30% - the Ma family, the He family, and the Luo family.

Further down, there are 20% of small shares - the big investors in Yunzhou, which are also original shares.

Finally, there are 20% of scattered shareholders - shareholders from other counties and states (Taiyuan officials and grain merchants from other places).

……

After the dispute, although the shareholders did not explicitly express dissatisfaction, some joint ventures with the military bank began to withdraw their investment and suppress the business through various means, quietly eroding the military bank's business. All of this put Zhang Jingwei under unprecedented pressure.

A few days later, it was time for the monthly meeting. Zhang Jingwei spent the morning handling official business at the government office, and in the afternoon, he rushed to the military headquarters for another meeting. The meeting was filled with endless arguments and arguments. By the end of the day, he felt exhausted and completely distracted.

Since the original Zhang Mansion was converted into the General's Mansion, it can now accommodate tens of thousands of people, and the front square is also used as a review platform. Zhang Jingwei once suggested to his father-in-law Huangfu Changshui that he hold a grand military parade to demonstrate the military might of the Huangfu Army. After this suggestion was adopted, Huangfu Changshui pondered this matter all day long.

When he returned to the Marquis's residence, it was already dusk. The new housekeeper of the Marquis's residence greeted him with a smile: "Sir, you are back."

This steward was from the Northern Desert, named Gudebai. He had once been Huangfu Changshui's personal guard, but due to his advanced age and lack of promotion prospects, he was assigned to the palace as a steward. When Zhang Jingwei first learned his real name, he laughed so hard that he spat out his food. To avoid making a fool of himself, he kept calling him Lao Bai.

Zhang Jingwei waved his hand tiredly: "Lao Bai, I'm not going back today. Let someone clean up the house."

"Yes." Lao Bai bowed and replied.

"Where is the Marquis?" Zhang Jingwei asked again.

"The Marquis has instructed that you and the young lady do not need to wait for him to eat."

"Oh, that's good." Zhang Jingwei nodded, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, where are the people in my house?"

"It has been arranged in the East Courtyard."

Zhang Jingwei nodded and said, "Okay, get some water for me to wash my hands."

"okay."

At this moment, Liang Dahai came over with a mysterious look on his face: "Master...Master..."

"What's wrong?" Zhang Jingwei asked while washing his hands.

"I found some treasures in the yard!" Liang Dahai lowered his voice, his eyes sparkling.

"Baby? What baby?" Zhang Jingwei wiped his hands and asked with raised eyebrows.

"I don't know what it is either. You'll know when you come and see it."

Zhang Jingwei rolled his eyes at him: "You're crazy."

……

The East Courtyard was originally quite spacious, but now it was filled with many strange and bizarre things. Qian Ming was playing with a glass bottle. Seeing Zhang Jingwei coming, he quickly handed it to him: "Master, look at these glass bottles. They are more translucent than those made in our Liuli Factory."

Zhang Jingwei took it and examined it carefully, his heart trembling. "Yes... yes, this texture, this transparency, it feels like... like I brought it back from a time travel."

Even though I spoke quietly, they still heard it.

"What country did you travel to?" Liang Dahai asked curiously.

"Nothing," Zhang Jingwei shook his head. "Where did you get this from?"

Lao Bai followed and explained quickly, "Son-in-law, son-in-law! I forgot to tell you that these were found in the Zhang Mansion. There is a small courtyard in the Zhang Mansion that was burned beyond recognition, but there is a secret cellar in the dilapidated house. These things were taken out from the secret cellar."

"A secret cellar? There's actually a secret cellar!" Zhang Jingwei exclaimed in surprise, "I have to go back and ask Uncle Six."

"You gave your Zhang family's mansion to the Marquis General Gai's Mansion. The Marquis specifically instructed that nothing inside should be destroyed and should be handed over to you intact." Lao Bai added.

"My father-in-law is so thoughtful," Zhang Jingwei muttered, continuing to examine the glass bottle in his hand. Suddenly, he noticed a line of small words engraved on the bottom of the bottle: "September of the Dingsi year... Last year? Or was it sixty years ago?"

In ancient times, dates were expressed using the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, with a 60-year cycle forming a Jiazi cycle. The same year would not repeat itself until every 60 years.

At this moment, Liang Dahai exclaimed: "This piece of glass is so exquisite!"

Zhang Jingwei looked up, his gaze instantly fixed on the transparent object in Liang Dahai's hand.

If nothing goes wrong, it should be a - slide.

He rushed forward and snatched the glass from Liang Dahai's hand almost like snatching it.

"Really...really..." His voice trembled with excitement.

Liang Dahai was still excited and said: "Master, I didn't expect that the master left so many treasures for you."

Zhang Jingwei's heart was beating wildly, and he asked hurriedly, "Everyone, look around, is there anything cylindrical?"

"Cylindrical..." Liang Dahai scratched his head and thought for a moment, "Yes! Like a hammer, but not a hammer, and very heavy."

Qian Ming couldn't help but complain: "What you said is pure bullshit. If it's as heavy as a hammer, then what else can it be but a hammer?"

Zhang Jingwei ignored Qian Ming's teasing and asked anxiously, "Where is it?!"

"I threw them into the house. It's a mess inside." Liang Dahai pointed at the miscellaneous items piled up in the house.

Zhang Jingwei rushed into the house like a madman, searching frantically among the pile of "treasures". His fingers trembled slightly with excitement, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

Finally, his eyes locked on a copper cylinder. When he carefully took it out and wiped off the dust on the surface, his breathing almost stopped.

microscope--!

This is a simple but well-structured microscope.

Zhang Jingwei's voice was hoarse with excitement: "Liang Dahai, start praying now that you don't break it."

Liang Dahai panicked: "Ah? Is this important?"

Zhang Jingwei took a deep breath, sweat already soaking his back: "This is no longer... a question of whether it's important or not."

He examined the microscope carefully, then looked at the glassware and experimental equipment scattered on the floor. An astonishing speculation gradually became clear in his mind - his father in this world was most likely a time traveler.

This pile of seemingly broken objects, if assembled, would clearly be a complete laboratory!