At the same time, it is in Langxi County Office.

Because Langxi County had just recovered and the fleeing county magistrate had not yet returned, the garrison simply occupied the magpie nest and enlisted the county office as the command center.

At this time, the garrison commander Xia was entertaining Luo Zhengying, commander-in-chief of the 15th Army. Gu Shutong, commander-in-chief of the 3rd War Zone, who came with Luo Zhengying, had already gone to Xuancheng.

(In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, senior generals of the Kuomintang army will use pseudonyms in the future)

Luo Zhengying was still a little depressed because she was given face by Zhong Yi during the day.

Captain Xia advised: "Master, don't be angry. This person surnamed Zhong is just a raw melon seed. Look, when he asks you to Master."

Adjutant Leng also said: "That's right, without the supply provided by our 3rd War Zone, how could their 367th Regiment go to Wuhan? Are you begging all the way? Or are you going to rob the grain?"

Luo Zhengying immediately turned his face and said in a deep voice: "If he really dares to entrust troops to grab grain, I will really dare to arrest people. I will not be able to say anything at that time."

While the three of them were talking, a sound of gongs suddenly sounded outside.

Then, a loud voice sounded: "Good news, fellow villagers in Langxi!"

"We are the 367th Regiment of the Central Army. In a few days, our regiment will set off and head to Wuhan for training. If you have any fellow villagers who want to go to Wuhan, you can join our 367th Regiment!"

"Our 367th Regiment will provide armed guards for free!"

"If you want to go, go to the shelter station to register as soon as possible!"

Hearing this, Luo Zhengying's raised chopsticks stopped in the air.

Adjutant Leng was also dumbfounded and said, "What does it mean? The 367th Regiment is unable to protect itself, and he still has to provide armed guards for free to the refugees in Langxi County? Isn't this nonsense?"

Captain Xia also said, "Why would the person surnamed Zhong be crazy, right?"

"Let's watch him jump!" Luo Zhengying slapped the chopsticks heavily on the table and said coldly, "I want to see if there is no supply provided to him by the 3rd War Zone for him, how could he bring the troops to Wuhan?"

...

In the shelter.

Zhong Yi said, "Boss Yan, don't be anxious, listen to me finish your words."

After pausing, Zhong Yi said again: "I mean, buy your batch of printed cloth for half a year at a price of one tenth of the original price. Within half a year, you can redeem this option at a premium of twice. If you can't redeem the option within half a year, then the option will be enforced, and this batch of cloth belongs to us."

Yan Wufu said: "What if I have sold part of the cloth?"

"It's very simple." Zhong Yi said, "Just make up for the difference according to the market price."

"How is that?" Yan Wufu's little eyes began to rotate rapidly.

The so-called half-year options are simply mortgages in disguise. They use printed cloth as collateral to exchange for one-tenth of working capital. With this fund, they can hire a porter to transport the cloth away.

Then, as long as you sell this batch of printed cloth within half a year, pay back 10% of the loan, plus equal interest, the debt will be considered!

However, if he can't sell a piece of cloth within half a year and can't repay the loan by 10% of the money, then this batch of horses will immediately belong to the 367th Group!

Yan Wufu repeatedly calculated and felt that the risk of this transaction was controllable.

Because he can pay off the principal and interest as long as he sells one-fifth of the cloth within half a year.

However, to be on the safe side, Yan Wufu still said: "Captain Zhong, half a year is a bit short, can it be a year?"

"I'm afraid this won't work." Zhong Yi said, "But I have a suggestion. The porter price is low anyway, and our armed forces are escorting along the way. Why didn't Boss Yan ship this batch of cloth directly to Wuhan for sale?"

"Transfer to Wuhan for sale?" Yan Wufu's little eyes immediately lit up, "Good idea!"

...

Just now, Yan Wufu was sent away, and soon another squire came to him.

This time, the one who came to Langxi was a famous local squire, Mr. Xia!

The ancestors of the Xia family once had a Taoist platform. After five generations of business, they became a prominent family in Langxi, with a very wealthy family.

Mr. Xia came to the door this time to entrust her granddaughter to the 367th Regiment.

Mr. Xia waved to the girl following behind him and stepped forward: "Ping'er, meet Captain Zhong quickly!"

The girl walked up generously and asked Zhong Yi with her big eyes, "Are you the Captain Zhong? It's all legendary outside that you are three feet tall and your eyes are like a copper bell, but in fact you are no different from a normal person."

"Ping'er." Old Master Xia said anxiously, "Don't be rude!"

Zhong Yi waved his hand and said, "Old man, it's okay."

Mr. Xia said ashamed: "This child has spoiled me and made Captain Zhong laugh."

Zhong Yi smiled and said, "Old man, let Miss Xia come over the morning after tomorrow. We will definitely escort her to Wuhan safely!"

"Then please, Captain Zhong." After Mr. Xia finished speaking, he turned around and waved his hand.

Immediately, a middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper walked up with a small wooden box.

Mr. Xia pushed the wooden box in front of Zhong Yi and said with a smile: "This is a little care from our Xia family. You also ask Commander Zhong to accept it no matter what."

Zhong Yi opened the wooden box and found that it was filled with silver dollars, and there were at least three hundred oceans.

At that moment, Zhong Yi covered the wooden box again, pushed it back to Mr. Xia, and said, "We can't accept it! Because protecting the safety of the people, including Miss Xia, is what our soldiers should do."

"This..." Old Master Xia was surprised. He originally thought that free escort was just a gimmick, but he didn't want it to be true!

"But..." Zhong Yi changed his mind and continued, "If Mr. Xia had extra money on hand, he would have an excellent deal to do."

"Is that true?" Mr. Xia said in surprise, "What business?"

Zhong Yi took out the option agreement that he had just signed with Yan Wufu and introduced: "This is a printed cloth option agreement worth 1,000 French currency. The old man can buy the option with 2,000 French currency. The option is redeemed by the cargo owner within half a year. The old man can get all the two thousand principals back. If the option is not redeemed over the deadline, the old man can obtain the printed cloth worth 10,000 French currency."

"Options?" Mr. Xia was a knowledgeable person and said cheerfully, "I bought this option. If there are more options like this, please recommend to me, Chief Zhong."

"No problem." Zhong Yi said, "For such options, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I'm afraid that you will have limited financial resources and you can't eat them alone."
Chapter completed!