Movie World I am King

"Father, you..."

"Let's go, this is not a place to talk!" Chang Kun secretly waved his head at his son, indicating that this is not his presumptuous place, then took his son's hand and returned to the sedan chair.

Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Four

Along the way, Chang Kun's face was sinking. Chang Wei wanted to talk several times, but when he saw his father's gloomy face, he didn't dare to speak.

After the group returned to the mansion, Chang Kun sat quietly on the hall, watched his son ponder for a while, and said: "This Zhou Ye...the visitor is not good!"

He even didn’t even bother to call King An by his official name. This was a taboo in officialdom, but he didn’t care so much at this time. From Chang Kun’s point of view, Zhou Ye was aiming at himself. Coming.

Especially the attitude of the war soldiers gave him a hint of foreboding. As the saying goes, the servant follows the master-which means that the master's attitude towards a person can be seen from his servants. Here comes one or two.

After all, it is the servants who often come into contact with the master. There are some words that the master will not say behind his back that the soldiers today dare to scold him in front of him, especially when his son wants to rush forward. There was a sense of eagerness in the servant's eyes.

This had to make him secretly figure out what Zhou Ye meant... It seems that Zhou Ye has a lot of opinions about himself this time... How should he save himself?He didn't even see himself, which is tantamount to saying that it was blocking the way, but is there anyone who can restrain him in these two areas?Not at all... This is to die by oneself.

"Father..." Chang Wei watched his father ponder for a while without saying a word, and couldn't help asking, "Is the situation terrible?"

"I'm afraid... Wei'er, our Chang family is doomed this time!" Chang Kun sighed and said, "That Zhou Ye obviously doesn't want to see our father and son, I'm afraid we really have to take it this time!"

"Then father, what are we going to do? Or let's run away!" Changwei Liushen Wuzhu said: "We can take the money to Nanyang, or take a merchant ship to the country of England, as long as we have money. , Can't we live well everywhere?"

"Stupid!" Chang Kun cursed his son with hatred of iron and steel."With this navy admiral’s hat, we can have so much wealth. Without this official hat and the power in your father’s hands, then our family’s money is like a child holding gold in the downtown area. Seeking a dead end, and taking a merchant ship to England? You will be eaten up by the merchants halfway through. Do you think those smuggling merchants who call you brothers are good birds? Naive!"

"Then...Father, what are we going to do? I can't stay here and wait for death!" Chang Wei couldn't help but say nonchalantly, looking at his father's angry expression.

"Zhou Ye, Zhou Ye, since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous..." How easy is Chang Kun to be able to climb from a small tube belt to the current high position? He decided to make the first move. , Think of a way to eradicate Zhou Ye...

Although he also had good ministers in Beijing, he told him not to provoke this An Wang Zhou Ye, saying that this man has unpredictable supernatural powers, but Chang Kun, who has been driven to the end of the road, can't care much anymore. If he doesn't struggle, he will die. If you struggle a bit, there may be a chance.

Thinking of this, Chang Kun thought for a moment, and then said to his son who was waiting for his own decision: "You go out from the back door now, and quietly invite Mr. Charlie from the British Chamber of Commerce to come home, saying that I have something to do. Talk to him..."

"But... what should I do with Zhou Ye?" Chang Wei looked stunned, how come his family was at the point of life and death, and his father asked himself to invite the merchants from England who had previously cooperated with the smuggling of cigarettes. ?

"If you ask you to go!" Chang Kun completely gave up treatment to his son with well-developed limbs and simple mind. "I have my own opinion!"

"Oh!" Chang Wei replied timidly, and Chang Kun was still a little scared when he showed his might.

After Chang Wei left, Chang Kun sat on the chair of the teacher, pondered for a long time, and smoothed all his interests, then he took a sip of tea with confidence."Bah, why is the tea cold? Come here, come here!"

"Master, what do you have to order!" A maid heard Chang Kun's yelling and immediately walked in.

"How come the tea is cold and I don't know how to change the water? How do you minions do things?" Chang Kun yelled angrily, "Is it because I was too conniving to you minions in the past, so I let you all Dare to ride on my head? Huh?"

"Old, sir...Yes, you told us not to come near the hall..." The maid explained with a scared look.

When Chang Kun heard the maid's words, his anger became even more exuberant: "Dare to talk back? Come here, drag this bitch maid down, beat him to death and knock him down..."

Several domestic servants rushed forward, dragged the poor maid out of the courtyard, and pressed them to the ground for a while...

"Master...forgive the servant girl... the servant girl will never dare anymore..."

"Ah... sir... please forgive me... ah... forgive the slave and maid..."

Listening to the screams and begging for mercy coming out of the outside, Chang Kun took a deep breath, as if the string that had been tight has also been somewhat relieved...

The voice of the maid from outside became weaker and weaker... After half an hour, there was no more sound. The servant came in and reported: "Master, she passed out..."

"Throw it into the firewood room and let her fend for herself..." Chang Kun ordered casually.

"Yes!" The servant turned and left...

Chang Kun has a little secret. Whenever he is faced with an important decision, he wants to abuse others very much. When he was a sailor, there were countless pirates who were directly tortured to death by him. Those pirates hated him even more so that their teeth itch...

It’s just that Chang Kun’s age is a bit older and his status is different, and it’s not a good time at this time. He has to wait here for the arrival of Charlie, a businessman from the Kingdom of England. If he plays in person, he will be bloody. It's not good after all... so I can only listen to the screams of the maid to ease my emotions.

Slowly calming down, Chang Kun picked up the fragrant tea that the servants had just replaced, took a sip, and muttered to himself: "Hoo...it's almost time, it's time to come!"

Sure enough, it wasn't too early, and I heard a voice with an exotic tone coming over."Hello, Mr. Chang, good noon!"

"Haha, Mr. Charlie. I've been waiting for a long drive!" Chang Kun greeted Charlie into the house with a big laugh, and then told his son: "Will, you go to the kitchen to explain, Mr. Charlie is here today, let They must give me a richer meal, and don’t let the guests read jokes!"

"Yes!" Chang Wei knew that his father was trying to distract him, he didn't say much, and he responded and turned and left the hall.

Chang Kun took Charlie and the two of them to be the guest and the host, and his servant brought two cups of good tea.

After taking a sip of tea, Old God Charlie asked: "Mr. Chang specially ordered your noble son to call me today, not just to invite me to have tea and dinner, right?"

Charlie is the head of the Guangzhou office of the Ingrish East India Company. He has been in the Qing Dynasty for seven or eight years, and he is considered a China pass.

"Then I won't go around in circles!" Chang Kun thought for a while, and then asked, "I don't know what your Excellency Charlie has about An Wang Zhou Ye who is coming to Guangdong and Guangxi soon?"

"Huh?" Charlie's heart suddenly burst. The situation is not right. The admiral often invited himself to the house and hosted a banquet. Is it just to ask himself about the coming, it is said that he has the power of life and death in Guangxi and Guangxi? What do you think of An Wang?

Charlie deliberated for a moment, and asked, "What does your Excellency Chang Kun think of this King An?"

Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty Five

Hearing Charlie's rhetorical question, Chang Kun cursed the old fox secretly in his heart. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "Don't hide it from Mr. Charlie, I have already met the King An today!"

"Oh?" Charlie was also taken aback. He didn't expect Chang Kun to have seen Wang An.

"His Royal Highness An is not very friendly to me." Chang Kun said, "I'm afraid I am quite criticizing the fact that I let your company's smoke enter Guangdong without permission!"

"This..." Charlie was also a little depressed. Daoguang had just ascended to the throne, and he did rigorously investigate the heavy smoke for a period of time. This brought them a lot of losses to the East India Company, but later because of the officials in the Qing Dynasty Corruption and connivance have allowed them to slowly return to their current situation, better than before.

Could this be the beginning of another anti-smoking campaign under the direction of Daoguang?Charlie was a little worried. If this event caused too much damage to the East India Company, then I am afraid that he would be transferred from this land full of gold...

This is a result that Charlie is absolutely unacceptable, but he changed his mind. Since Chang Kun called to come over, I am afraid that he was going to discuss with him the way to deal with the matter. Charlie also put his heart in his stomach, and the old god was asking. Said: "Then I don't know what kind of attitude the King An has toward our English merchants?"

"Haha..." Chang Kun sneered: "I just let your smoke in, and you are the ones who really carried the smoke into our country. What do you think the attitude of His Royal Highness An to you? ?"

"...This!" Charlie was so choked by Chang Kun that he almost couldn't speak, and instead of being angry, he smiled and said, "Is there any good way for Mr. Chang Kun? For example, the purchase of His Royal Highness An Category……"

"Haha, buy it?" Chang Kun sneered, "This king An is the prince of the city. The two Guangxi are strictly owned by him. What do you use to buy him?"

"Oh my God... Did we just watch him cut off our financial avenue?" As a businessman, Charlie's most intolerable thing is that his biggest financial avenue was cut off by others.

The tobacco planted by the East India Company in Kolkata was transported to China to earn high profits, and then from China, goods such as porcelain, silk, tea, etc. that were highly sought after by the upper-class European society were transported to the mainland, and then those low-priced goods were transported from China. Industrial products go to Kolkata in exchange for smoke...

Such a triangular trade made all these businessmen earn a lot of money. According to Charlie’s knowledge, during the seven or eight years when he was solely responsible for Guangzhou commerce, there was a lucky man who had obtained a big tobacco concession from the East India Company. From a small fleet of only seven or eight two-masted medium-sized merchant ships to a wealthy merchant with thirty three-masted galleons, one can imagine how huge the profits are.

"Oh, dear Lord Chang Kun, I know you must have a good solution!" Charlie stared at Chang Kun's eyes, as if to see something."Come on, speak up, and tell your most loyal old friend Charlie!"

"What can I do?" Chang Kun said helplessly: "I just stopped working with you. This time I call you to inform you. I will strictly inspect your country's merchant ships in the future. Please also your Excellency Charlie inform the businessmen of your company that it is strictly forbidden to transport large smoke soil in the future to avoid unnecessary trouble. After all, we used to cooperate very happily!"

Charlie heard Chang Kun said that he was going to start strict inspections of the merchant ships docking.And it is strictly forbidden to smoke and soil business. Suddenly, like a cat with its tail trampled on, the whole person dances high, dancing with anger and shouting: "God, you are a betrayal... the betrayal of eating fruit."