The Dasong Manufacturing Bureau closed the factory gate, and the sheriffs with guns and live ammunition inside and outside have been covered with guns and ammunition inside and outside. The senior general manager and foreman were swept away by the spies from the Mission Department. However, the apprentices who had nothing to do with this matter still could not leave casually. In fact, they were imprisoned in their dormitory, and they could not go anywhere except to squat down in front of the dormitory to eat pig food.

On the open space at noon that day, Zheng Abao squatted among a group of workers, holding the dirty rice balls sent to his hands, but did not swallow them. He choked up and wiped his tears with his sleeves covered with wet marks.

"Xiaobao, let's have a meal. Your elder brother is fine. He is not a general manager. He is just called to pretend to be an art official." An apprentice next to him persuaded him by reading this book.

"But why was he not released back and kept locked in the factory in front?" Zheng Abao said as if he was a hook and would cry at any time.

"It's not your elder brother alone, they're 20 of them in front of you." The person next to him persuaded: "At most he will be whipped! Bao Zheng also got the dragon head, tiger head, and guillotine. He will be punished from top to bottom. If General Chen handles the beheading, the general manager below will be jailed. When you arrive at your elder brother and others, you will be whipped at most. They can't be beheaded and jailed, right?"

As he was speaking, several sheriffs standing in front of the workers ran quickly towards the iron gate of the back door, opened the iron gate, and a group of people came in. When the group of people arrived, the workers were all stunned: they were all foreign gun teams with high hats and blue clothes, with authentic French Minnie guns on their shoulders, and all the officers and soldiers were wearing leather shoes at their feet, three rows of soldiers came over in rows, as if a hurricane was coming towards them. This momentum forced the workers to retreat and dared not stand up. They all squatted like a group of toads driven away, and leaned towards the house in densely packed books.

Zheng Abao, full of worry, moved slowly naturally. He heard a sheriff in front of him say something: "The emperor is here..."

"The emperor is here? Brother will not die, right?" Zheng Abao never saw these foreign gun teams' excitement a few days ago. On the contrary, he was filled with fear and uneasiness. He curled his books into a ball. He looked at the guards of these emperors timidly. He wanted to kneel down to the officer who had a feather in the cap book in the lead and appealed to the injustice: Brother is really innocent, it was asked by General Manager Wang.

"Don't you go away from the little hairy book?!" A sheriff saw that the apprentice was not far away from retreating, so he raised the musket in his hand and wanted to strike. Zheng Abao cried and cried to the wall, and he didn't dare to say another word.

Later, the well-equipped guards quickly dispersed and formed a slim surround people in the dormitory area.

Not long after, a short-haired official in western dress came over and said a few words to the officer. The officer immediately shouted at the apprentices: "Everyone stand up! Line up! Go to the factory immediately!"

Zhao Kuo had no virtue of keeping trustworthy, nor did he realize that he could be the emperor's golden words. He unscrupulously played Chen Kaifu's letter, saying that he would come to inspect, but he lured Chen Qirong and his subordinates into the factory and then blocked the factory and arrested people. He didn't arrive at all, and today he finally came in person.

After getting off the car at the front door, the emperor wore a coarse cloth robe and a headscarf. He entered the factory under the escort of a group of dressage officials and soldiers around him. After smashing the Chenjiachang book, he came to check out the equipment and assembly lines.

20 detained fake art officers looked at the emperor from afar among the soldiers of the Guard. Everyone's face turned pale and their throats were dry. Many people had their thighs trembled, their knees bent forward, and they would kneel down at any time.

But Zhao Kuo ignored him, walked around in a row, and went straight into the main management room that was overturned all over the ground, and Zhao Ying followed in.

As soon as he entered the luxurious room, Zhao Kuo saw the word "Qin" on the wall. He walked closer and looked at it, turned his head and smiled, "Huan Zhuguo only has this bird character. Chen Qirong gave him 2,000 silver books. He is really the most awesome calligrapher in my Song Dynasty."

Zhao Ying smiled and cleaned Wang Dali's desk for Zhao Kuo, placed a stack of documents on it, and stood sideways.

Zhao Kuo sat down carelessly, knocked his fingers at the desk and said, "Bring it here."

"Bring Li Yuting, Zheng Shaoting, and Zhang Sanfa here." Zhao Ying immediately shouted at the door.

Soon three trembling young men were brought into this place that had always made the apprentice shudder, and this time it was cold to the bone.

As soon as the three of them came in, they didn't even raise their heads, and threw themselves at Zhao Kuo, and their heads were knocking on the wooden floor, saying: "The villain doesn't know! It was the one who asked me to pretend!" "Your Majesty, there are 9 mothers in the little ones at home! It really has nothing to do with me!" "Give up your life! Give up your life! Woo woo!"

"Shut up!" Zhao Kuo originally wanted to wait a while to see these people's wonderful performances, but these people were all young people working, strong and extremely shocking when they cried. He buzzed his ears in the small room, and kowtowed like a drum, making his heart beat wildly, forcing this sinister guy to helplessly stop his bad taste.

"Stop crying! I will kill your whole family again!" Zhao Kuo said helplessly to the guy who was crying, and there was no sound of crying at once. Zhao Kuo stretched his neck and looked at the guy kneeling on the ground, wiped the cold sweat on his head, and thought to himself: "From the posture and expression, why is it so like biting your tongue and committing suicide?"

"I won't kill you, and I won't punish you..." Zhao Kuo coughed and said loudly.

Immediately, the three kneeling people raised their heads, looked at Zhao Kuo for 3 seconds, and then kowtowed to the ground: "Long live Your Majesty!" "Long live your life, Lord Emperor, I will go home to set you a tablet of immortality, and give it to you every day..." "Holy Bubble! Your Majesty! Holy Bubble! Woo woo..."

"Damn it! Can you calm down? Let me stand up and hear it clearly!" Seeing them yelling and screaming, Zhao Kuo was extremely angry. He slapped the table and shouted, "Whoever interrupts me again, I will kill you immediately!"

A minute later, the cottage finally became quiet. Zhao Kuo breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the three guys, and said, "I know that the three of you are the fastest learned from foreigners in this manufacturing bureau, and the best of the workers' operations and assembly are the best among the workers, so I want to give this factory book to you. Give it to you for free."

As he said that, Zhao Kuo raised his hand to the six eyes that were as pure as if they were bull's eyes, and made a stopping action: "No one is allowed to speak, no one is allowed to move, listen carefully!"

"Do you know what is given to you? This factory equipment, the factory has some raw materials and salary. It cost me about 400,000 taels of silver books. I will give it to one of you. The factory's books are your surname. It's your family's, and you can leave it to you. You are the shopkeeper of this factory. If you want to hire, you will hire whoever you like, and if you want to fire, no one can care about you. You can make it, sell it to me, or sell it to anyone, but it is certain that my order is the biggest place, and you will earn silver books. If you have the ability, go to be a rich man."

Speaking of this, Zhao Kuo raised his index finger and stared at the three people in front of him and said, "But if there is a condition, it is very simple. It is to create qualified guns, gunpowder and book bullets for me. It is made in large quantities, just like these equipment rotating in Paris!"

After saying that, Zhao Kuo shouted at the three of them again: "Okay, go out immediately! I figured out what I mean, and figured out what I mean, and came in."

Sure enough, the three of them were completely like wooden men, so they were so dazed that they were at a loss. Zhao Ying walked over and pushed them out.

The three people were pushed out of the door in a daze. Zheng Shaoting was stunned for a long time before turning his head and saying, "What does the emperor mean?"

Li Yuting pointed to the roof above his head and pointed to various machines in the large factory: "He wants to give us this manufacturing bureau? What is it? All of this is given to us? I don't understand."

"Do we want to be General Manager Chen?" Zhang San sent this sentence with tears on his cheeks. Immediately the other two stiffened again.

"It's not the general manager. It's the general manager, the general manager, and the head of the general blacksmith shop. Do you understand?" After calling back the three of them, Zhao Kuo explained with great thought. After all, this kind of thing may be the first time in the land since the creation of the world: "He general manager is working for me, so I made things for me, like a contractor, but you are not, you are the boss here, every grass and every wood has your surname. It's like the Song Dynasty, and this manufacturing bureau is yours, do you understand?"

"Why give it to us? Such a big book! We...we..." Zhang San was stunned.

"Who can make a gun, I will give it to whom!" Zhao Kuo shouted, "For example, I am now a boss in Guangzhou. I have some silver books and opened a restaurant in Huizhou. But I can't stare at it every day, so I let the guy watch it. As a result, the guy made me a bad job and couldn't make silver books. What should I do? I can only sell it to local capable people and make money in this restaurant. But I am the emperor, and I will give it to you for free, as long as you can build this factory book."

"Why are you the boss? You are the emperor." Zhang Sanfa stammered.

"Turn him out! I can't understand the meaning of this! Can this head do well?" Zhao Kuo was almost angry and waved his hand to Zhang Sanfa and shouted.

Zhao Ying grabbed Zhang Sanfa's hair and pulled it hard, then kicked Zhang Sanfa out of the door, turned his head and asked the remaining two people: "Do you understand?"

"I roughly understand." Zheng Shaoting nodded in sweat.

"So too..." Li Yuting nodded frequently, but he still looked like a sleepwalking.

Zhao Kuo finally smiled. He reached out to the two of them. The insurance salesman in the future shouted: "400,000 taels of silver book, it will be yours soon! And this is a mountain of gold. As long as you make it well, you will not worry about not having a buyer. At that time, gold and silver rolling in, you will soon make a name for yourself and become a rich man."

"Your Majesty, just give it to me like this..." Zheng Shaoting stuttered.

"Of course there are conditions, I see your information." Zhao Kuo smiled treacherously: "Zheng Shaoting is from Fogang, a family of blacksmiths. After wandering in Guangzhou, he entered the factory and studied quickly; Li Yuting, a native of Hunan, ha, a rural scholar, has been away from Changmao and came to Guangzhou to take the exam for 53 years. As a relative disappeared, he fell into the streets and had to come here to make a living. However, you, a scholar, are skillful and learn quickly. "It's not that you can avoid Changmao... Your Majesty, please spare your life..." Li Yuting was sweating coldly, and somehow he complained to his colleagues at night. The emperor knew it.

"No matter what you did before, you are all scholars of the Song Dynasty now." Zhao Kuo waved his hand and stopped Li Yuting's nervous defense. He looked at the two and said, "A factory can't have two heads. I only give this factory book to one person. You need to fight one. Whoever wins, I will give it to whom! Whoever wins will immediately be the owner of the Western factory in the capital of 400,000 taels of silver books. The upstart in the Song Dynasty! If you do well, I will also give you a title! Smoke is coming from your ancestral graves! Do you dare to fight?"

This time, neither of them spoke, but were silent for a few seconds. They swallowed their throats one after another, turned their heads to look at each other, and Zheng Shaoting said first: "Your Majesty, I'll fight!" Li Yuting immediately asked, "Your Majesty, how can you fight?"

Zhao Kuo pointed to the door and said, "You all use machines. There are ready-made raw materials outside. I don't need you to do woodworking, butt stocks, guards, etc. directly use existing semi-finished products; all you need to fight is the part of operating the machine: building bolts, building barrels, drilling rifles, and then assembling them. I know that many workers outside are just making up for the numbers and can't do it, but you know who can do it. I allow you to pick 10 helpers each, and in this factory, each person will make ten guns for me--the first place to complete the land, the most qualified products, the best quality, and in short, the fastest and best way to do it. Take this manufacturing bureau!"

"When will it start?" the two of them asked in unison.

Zhao Kuo pulled out a silver pocket watch from his arms and opened the case: "Have you eaten? Now go pick someone, start immediately after you have finished picking. Make a notification to the officer in charge."

Zheng Abao, who was standing among the workers in the open space outside, saw his brother and Li Yuting walking out side by side, and the child immediately shouted and jumped up and waved.

The remaining art officers and Zhang Sanfa who were just put back have already explained the general situation. Although the workers did not understand very well, they all knew that it was not a bad thing, so Zheng Abao was already cheering when he saw his brother come out----just as long as he is fine.

Zhao Ying, who followed, stood at the door with a pocket watch and said to Zheng Shaoting and the others: "You go and explain to them, and come back later. I'll watch you pick people."

The two of them can learn some techniques from such a violent foreign technician, who don’t know much about foreign languages, using guessing, observing and imitating, and brain books are easy to use. At this moment, they have already understood the situation: they are to be able to find workers who know what they know and work hard!

Once they win, this group of people may be their own backbone subordinates, and no one dares to be careless. While explaining, they are pulling the workers they know and can work.

"Okay, you two come back, come one by one, Li Yuting will pick one first, Zheng Shaoting will pick one again, and then Li Yuting will pick another again." Zhao Ying said.

"Wang Aishu, come and help me!" Li Yuting shouted.

"Little Jiangxi, you, you're the one!" Zheng Shaoting waved his hand vigorously.

One of the called workers after another squeezed out of the crowd with a smile on their faces and walked towards the door---the two of them just said that anyone who helped him win would be rewarded.

"Brother! Call me!" Zheng Abao jumped hard, squeezed to the front of the crowd and waved his hand at his elder brother, but Zheng Shaoting just smiled and didn't click him.

"Xiaoshu, you have only been here for a few days, and you haven't touched the machine much. Your elder brother is not stupid, why would you call you?" Qin Mashu next to him said with a smile.

"Okay, Qin Mashu, they didn't call you either!" Zheng Abao was furious, and Qin Mashu laughed: "I don't have the skills."

In the end, Zheng Shaoting didn't call me. After all, this was a time when he was comparing with technology. His younger brother must have wanted to help him, but he couldn't help him now. Nepotism is useless in front of making guns.

"They have to work very late, they have to cook and deliver water. The kitchen is short of people to work. I will find 5 or 6 people. Who will go with me?" A chef who was holding the spoon came over at this moment. He was also proud. The food bar head was also arrested. He was ordered to take charge of the husband for the time being. He shouted at the workers chattering in front of the factory gate.

"Me!" Zheng Abao was excited and ignored the soldiers who were armed with live ammunition next to him. He ran to the chef and pointed to the factory and shouted: "My elder brother is working inside! I'm looking for me for cooking and working for him!"

"Then it's you." The chef smiled and Zheng Abao jumped up.

Zhao Kuo walked out of the management room and saw the two groups of people working hard in the rumbling sound of machines. Looking at these busy workers who had not even noticed him passing by, he sneered, but remembered the so-called Qing Dynasty Westernization Movement in the world where he came.

"The Chinese people's Bird Westernization Movement in the Qing Dynasty!" Zhao Kuo cursed softly.

In the parallel world history of Zhao Kuolai, after being repeatedly slapped by foreigners, the Manchu rulers were also particularly enthusiastic about the Westernization Movement. From 1863 to 1864, Li Hongzhang not only hired foreign officials to train his army in Jiangsu, but also obtained the help of foreigners to manufacture Western ammunition.

In mid-1864, Prince Gong and Wen Xiang reiterated their point of view: "Self-improvement is the key to training troops, and training is the first priority." They recommended Li Hongzhang's career in the report and suggested that the flag army be sent to the arsenal in Li Hongzhang, Jiangsu for internship. China should take advantage of the current opportunity to "put the strength of various foreign weapons and fire-fire weapons in order to get a glimpse of the secrets, so that if there is something to resist insults, and if there is nothing to do, you can demonstrate."

I can be self-reliant, can be at peace with each other, and can intimidate them to try their best to make a move. Otherwise, I have no choice but to be afraid of my desire to belittle me... Now that I know the resources to win, I should explore the skills to win."

"This is so beautiful," Zhao Kuo walked past machines and thought: "The Qing Dynasty wanted to learn Westernization and wanted to be self-improvement, but did you learn to be a territorial? Can you be self-improvement?"

The initial investment of the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau founded by Li Hongzhang in the 1860s was similar to that of Zhao Kuo's Dasong Manufacturing Bureau. However, after the addition of equipment and factories continued to be added, the investment far exceeded that of Zhao Kuo. After almost 10 years of operation, the additional foreign personnel and the added machines arrived in 1871. The Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau began to manufacture the Linmington-style breech rifle. By the end of 1873, about 4,200 of these rifles were produced, but not only were their cost higher than that of the imported Linmington guns, but the quality was also far inferior to the latter.

Li Hongzhang even refused to use this kind of gun!!!!

Li Hongzhang still had to rely on imported weapons!

The Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau also wanted to build ships, but in 1875, when the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau suspended its shipbuilding plan, the cost of this plan and ship maintenance (in charge of the Jiangnan Steam Training Bureau where Zeng Guofan was established in 1870) accounted for about half of the annual income of the arsenal.

But the most critical issue is that the ships built are at least twice as expensive than similar ships sold in the UK.

The same equipment has been built locally for one year, and it has always been a bit technically accumulated, but it has to be a bit cost advantage. It is better to buy a ship on the other side of the earth than to build a ship locally!

The products of the Qing Dynasty Westernization were extremely costly, and most of them were locally manufactured at higher cost than imports. Where is the cost?

One is the procurement of raw materials and equipment. The procurement officials are frantically taking kickbacks, and there is no need to say about Chinese suppliers. Foreigners also give them. For example, when Krupp entered China, a certain proportion was specifically used to give kickbacks to Qing officials. The situation was so serious that Li Hongzhang had to establish such a system: every procurement of the arsenal must be approved by the general office himself and the purchasing, and supported and supported the three relevant accounting units.

The second is labor costs. Foreigners' wages are higher than similar jobs in their country. This is easy to understand. The Manufacturing Bureau cannot cultivate its own technical backbones at all. Can you not seek foreigners? In addition, many powerful people just squatted in the Manufacturing Bureau to receive their wages. In the early 1970s, there were 40 officials in the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau. By the end of the 1970s, it had soared to 80 officials in management, and the level was even worse.

Another example is the Fuzhou Shipbuilding Bureau. The procurement system of the Shipbuilding Bureau has a large number of embezzlements. It is often found that the wood, coal and metal materials purchased cannot be used. There are many loopholes in corruption and fraud in shipbuilding contracts and paying workers' wages. Some employees are relatives of high-ranking officials in Fuzhou or recommended people. The management official Shen Baozhen was particularly difficult to manage these employees. But Shen Baozhen was still in charge, but this was in other places in Fujian and Beijing. If he did not want to do serious business or was not in the forefront, the Shipbuilding Bureau immediately became completely stupid.

Zhao Kuo had seen the above points very clearly, so when Chen Qirong's case occurred, he was very calm: Under the Qing Dynasty civilization, you have the right, if you are not greedy, you are a fucking idiot! Chen Qirong is definitely not a idiot!

Therefore, although he was run by Zhao Kuo Changmao, it was abnormal that it was not bad under the Qing Dynasty civilization, and it was simply too abnormal.

Then the official business cannot be done, is it the public-private joint venture chief? The official business is supervised, or the imperial court invests in the management.

This is the opinion of Guan Zhuguo, and Zhu Qingzheng also agreed.

But under Niu Bi's Qing civilization, this is not possible.
To be continued...