But Zhang Xinglang's plan was better, but could those who used to lend money loans in the old Shanghai follow Zhang Xinglang's wishful thinking? After all, when it comes to being ruthless, these people who are hoarding and loan sharks are also among the best... Of course, it is hard to say who is one or two.

Just one day after Zhang Xing was plotting against usury, in Pudong, Shanghai, a towering ancient tree and a place with no roads, in an extremely secret villa, the tycoons who used to lend money to usury in the old Shanghai were speechless and stared at each other with big eyes.

It seems that everyone thinks they should do something, but no one knows what to do. Even if they hold on to someone who keeps changing, they feel a little disappointed and always feel that someone should come out to confirm his countermeasures.

They are businessmen among merchants, loan sharks who use money as goods, and think they are the top presence in the biological chain of the commodity market! Of course, they think they are called underground money houses and fast banks.

But now, these guys who should have been arrogant have lost the breeze of the past. The managers and bosses of the so-called underground money house are gathered in the flower hall of the villa. This tall and bright hall is exquisitely made and has fine workmanship. Especially the materials used by a few big trees of golden nanmu were made in the Qing Dynasty. They are not enough to have money, but I am afraid that there will be no second one in Shanghai.

It was originally when everyone reunites every year, the bosses gathered here to drink famous tea, eat some details, and the popular singers on the beach were singing softly, discussing the receipt this year. How much hard work and sweat of many people can be taken away by these vampires in a year was decided at such a party.

At this moment, there was a strange sense of panic in the hall. Like a usual gathering, six Eight Immortals tables were set up in the hall, filled with various side dishes, fine teas and wines. However, none of these people who are extremely particular about diet and daily life have an appetite. The managers and bosses of each family were sitting in hunchbacked and silent. Some were turning their eyes quickly, as if they were calculating something, and some were sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, looking calm. Some suddenly stood up, took a few steps, sat down again, opened the paper fan in their hands and kept stirring up.

"At least we have made a lot of money now, so we won't be so panicked." A fat man couldn't stand the strong wind from the people around him, and said.

"Uncle Li, I'm so excited that I can't stop until I'm not slapping the cool." The man who was fanning the fan looked younger, and he was a little afraid of Uncle Li, and said with a smile.

"It's so hot, we have a lot of profits on paper. As soon as the Communist Party came, the gangs were caught and ran away, and foreign companies ran away again. Now we have been paying for two years in four months. We have enough money for the cabinet, so why are we anxious about not being in the future?" The fat man said dissatisfied.

"Uncle Li, there are a lot of people saying this now, what about the future?" The person who incited the fan was the young owner of "Jishantang". His underground bank was one of the ten largest usury underground banks in old Shanghai.

"It won't be less in the future. Although Liu Baiyu's limited interest rate is no higher than 30% of the Communist Party, everyone knows that if you don't follow the unspoken rules in business, you will be discouraged and don't think about doing it."

The fat man still said slowly, "What's more, the Communist bank only gives money to paper. Paper money is paper, and it's useless to call it gold. Isn't the gold coupons issued by Chang Kai used to be an example? How can we be safe with real money? Although the money of the Communist Party's paper money has only depreciated by half, the open exchange rate of ocean has become 1,000 to 1, and the private 1,500 to 1. However, aren't the Kuomintang's gold coupons more stable than him in the first few months? Paper money is paper, and the yamen liar, whoever believes should jump off the building!" The fat man is the shopkeeper of "Hong Futang".

"That is, those who open factories need money turnover. If they don't lend money to your bank, they just lend money to our bank. It's the same market. Everyone discusses it. What's there to do?" said a thin man who was smoking a big cigarette and as thin as a pole.

"I'm afraid that the Communist Party's paper money will really stand up!" The young master swallowed and spitted, as if he saw a ghost. "Didn't you go and see any special coupon exchanged products from Liu Baiyu and others? You'll have a nightmare after seeing it! The watch with a special coupon in 50 yuan is more decent than a Swiss watch! I saw it once last night, and it shone that night, like a haunted! It made me not sleep well at night!"

The man who was fanning his fan had dark eyes. It seemed that he was tossed last night.

"That's because you are timid, and you have never seen the world. Have you ever seen Ye Mingzhu? Have you ever heard of it? It's just that you have a small piece of Ye Mingzhu added to your watch! Look at your knowledge."

The fat man who called Uncle Li to squeeze him out of words shows his identity as a rich man for generations and despises this nouveau riche who has only made a fortune for two generations.

The fat man took a sip of tea and continued, "Besides, no matter how good the goods in the store are, they have to use silver dollars and gold bars and US dollars to exchange for special coupons, which has nothing to do with the money of the Communist Party's paper. By the way, it has nothing to do with the RMB. We don't care what he does. Besides, no matter how many good things he makes, we have to buy them. What are you afraid of? Besides, if he makes a lot of good things, the price will drop, which is a good thing for us. That kind of Wangwang Xianbei is good, five yuan per bag, worth this price-"

The fat man who called Uncle Li burped. Then he took out a bag of Wangwang fairy beetles from his pocket and ate it on his own - obviously having the foodie attributes that fat man must have.

"I would have done this." The old man sitting beside him sighed, "What if they allow this RMB to exchange for special coupons one day? Then we are..."

"Is this impossible? Can such a good thing be exchanged for pieces of paper? How many good things are enough for the whole country to share? The Communist Party wants to open a good hall? Is there such kind-hearted yamen since ancient times?

The fat man named Uncle Li seemed to hear something funny, and his big belly was constantly stretching and stretching, as if he was about to explode.

"It's hard to say. It's logical that the government should collect money from the people, so how can I pay for the people?" The old man sighed, "Just talk about the coal incident this time. I forced those short-lived ghosts to accept so much coal. I originally wanted to speculate with Zhang Xinglang to make a big profit! As a result, the Communist Party brought countless coals from somewhere, and each person was limited to purchase according to the household registration book - the price of this coal was cut in half in one day - Alas, I have lost all this money this year!"

"Tsk, which mad dog with Zhang Xinglang makes money? Are you not afraid of him biting you? To be honest, I know that Zhang Xinglang started throwing coal a few days ago. He would have known about the news!"

"I heard that the coal came from the secrets around Shanghai this time, and no one knows the source! The Communist Party can control coal, what about salt and cloth? If they are controlled, the money of the Communist Party's paper is immediately equal to real money. How can they let go of the loan transactions so much? What if their paper money is established, what should we eat?"

This was related to the loan shark's job, and immediately caused a whisper. At this time, someone shouted to the person who had been sitting in the middle and was still calm:

"Master Wang San, you are the backbone of us who play money. Let's take a plan to manage this matter!"

This man, who is known as Wang Sanye, is over 50 years old and has a short figure. He has no sense of depression and debauchery, and exudes a smart and capable spirit. His real name is Wang An, and his family is in the third place. Everyone respectfully calls him "Wang Sanye", which covers his real name.

His family runs a "Fulutang" money shop. He is good at planning and courageous, maintains good business and private aspects in all aspects. He is very famous in the usury industry and is the leading figure here. The usury merchants are even more advisable.

Mr. Wang has never spoken since just now. When he met someone and asked him, he said, "Is there any idea? Is there any idea? He is a serious court official, a serious business, and also benefits the people. Why should we, a group of usury people who absorb people's bone marrow, manage it?"

Mr. Wang San said this truth, which immediately calmed the surroundings, and then he said meaningfully:

"Yes, the silver dollars we have in our hands are not comparable to the money of the Communist Party's paper, but what's the use? They are the government, you are accused of speculation and robbing, just wait for the whole family to be confiscated! What are the consequences of the Shanxi Silver Company? Haven't you ever asked about it?"
Chapter completed!