Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Chapter 872: It’s still time to make money!

When Ma Mingyuan heard what Lin Ze said, he thought it was over, the Zhang family was finished.

He had been trying to please Lin Ze all day recently, and had gotten to know Lin Ze's temperament a bit.

If you give Lin Ze face, he will always leave room for maneuver when doing things. Of course, those who persist in evil will not be counted.

But if you dare not give him face, his thunderous methods will make you cry for your parents.

Although Ma Mingyuan looked down on Zhang Yijian, the four families had been connected for generations. Even when they were tied together, they were still trembling with fear. If they were divided, they would be at the mercy of others.

Thinking of this, Ma Mingyuan was about to speak.

Unexpectedly, Lin Zexian asked, "President Ma, do you have anything to say?"

Ma Mingyuan broke out in a cold sweat. It seemed that Master Lin would not give him face.

Of course, Lin Ze would not be a pushover. Although Ma Mingyuan had been attentive and respectful these days, he also had something to ask for. When Lin Ze integrated Yuancheng Salt Industry, he was able to leave him a meal, which was a token of his appreciation for his attentiveness these days.

As for changing the way of doing things for him, that is simply impossible.

There is a big taboo in dealing with people, that is, repaying a favor with a big one. It is said that a drop of water should be repaid with a spring. It depends on the situation. If a person who is about to die of thirst receives a drop of water, of course he should repay it with a spring in the future. But if you are not short of water, and someone gives you a drop, you should repay it with a spring. In that case, you should repay the favor every day and live a miserable life.

Many young people who have just entered the society will also meet some enthusiastic "big brothers" and "big sisters". These people are very enthusiastic in the office and will chat with you about family matters and stories about the unit. If you don’t have a meal card, they may even treat you to a meal.

But one day he/she brings you an invoice that is not in compliance with regulations and asks you to sign it. Will you sign it?

Or if someone asks you to try your hand at something extremely risky, would you do it or not?

Of course not.

There is no need to be too embarrassed to admit defeat. If you accept someone's invitation, you should treat them as well. There is absolutely no reason to go through fire and water for someone just because you have accepted the invitation.

Ma Mingyuan was stunned and speechless. Zhang Yijian was actually unhappy. "Brother Ma, since President Lin wants to see the salt fields, then go ahead and see them. We have been in the salt business for generations. Although we can't be called experts, we do have some experience. If we can help President Lin with some of his doubts, it would be a great honor for us."

Lin Ze was stunned.

Ma Mingyuan was so angry that he laughed, you old coffin-like guy, you still want to answer Master Lin’s questions, you want to be a teacher!

No one can save those who seek their own death!

Now everyone set off for the salt pond.

The entire salt lake covers an area of more than one hundred square kilometers, which is a very large area. Lidian, Dujiaopo, Dongjiazhuang, Qucun, Zhangcun, Yaocun, Licun and other places along the coast are all salt fields.

The Salt Company occupied the best location, a place called Qiligang.

A few villages to the east are the Zhang family’s salt fields.

Zhang Yijian got out of the car and excitedly introduced it to Lin Ze, "Chairman Lin, please take a look. Our Yuancheng salt, also known as Lu salt and Jie salt, has been around since ancient times. We've always used the sun-drying method. We're near the Zhongtiao Mountains, where southerly winds often blow. After the brine evaporates, it's filtered using salt plates. Fresh water is added to adjust the ratio, and then the brine is placed in the salt fields. In just a few days, it forms a salt layer, which is then shoveled off to produce top-notch salt."

Lin Ze ignored him and watched the production scene.

Yuancheng salt has a large output, but it is not considered good salt. Both Changlu salt and Huai salt are of higher quality. Because the technology was not advanced at that time, Yuancheng salt contained a lot of impurities and was called "bitter salt" by the people. The color was not white, but dark red and black.

In the salt fields, many workers were seen with their bare backs and hunched waists, their trouser legs rolled up to their knees, shoveling salt with special iron shovels.

They were incredibly thin, with bones visible beneath their skin. Their spines had become deformed from years of bending over to work, and their skin had taken on a strange reddish-brown color when soaked in salt water.

Zhang Yijian was about to brag when Lin Ze suddenly asked, "How many acres of salt fields do you have?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Zhang Yijian was stunned and blurted out, "A total of more than 230 acres."

Lin Ze said coldly: "Come here, measure it!"

Niu Saner had made arrangements in advance, and immediately several people from the salt company came out to measure the salt pond.

Zhang Yijian realized something was wrong and trembled with fear. "This...this...maybe I remembered it wrongly. It could be more or less. I am willing to help President Lin improve the salt business..."

Ma Mingyuan closed his eyes.

The old man has been domineering all his life and it is impossible to change his habit. Even now, he still talks about helping Chairman Lin improve the salt business.

President Lin wants your help!

Soon, the salt fields were measured and the subordinates reported: "Commander Lin, the salt fields have been measured to be 312.5 mu."

Lin Ze shouted angrily, "Zhang Yijian! The salt pond has been government-run since ancient times. The Industrial Office of the Administrative Committee, in consideration of your generations of salt drying, simply reclaimed the salt fields originally under the jurisdiction of the Jin Province and left the rest to you to dry salt on your own. Why are you still encroaching on the salt fields?"

Zhang Yijian thought of a hundred possibilities, but he never expected that Lin Ze would attack in this way.

This extra land was originally allocated to him by the Industrial Bureau after he bribed the government.

The people from the Industrial Bureau are traitors, and you, Commander Lin, are also a traitor. Why are you pretending to be an upright official?

But this matter was finally exposed, and since it was brought out in the open, it cannot be resolved amicably.

Zhang Yijian was in great distress as he had to spend money again to avoid disaster.

He bowed and said, "President Lin, I am willing to donate 20,000 yuan to help with military supplies."

Lin Ze laughed heartily. "Do you think I'm greedy for money? With the war imminent, instead of cooperating with the army, you're seizing the salt fields and amassing wealth recklessly. I think you're the most rebellious of the rebels. Give the military police an order to raid the Zhang family!"

Zhang Yijian felt dizzy and could not stand steadily. He fell into the salt field and drank a bellyful of brine.

For a moment, the military police were dispatched and the Zhang family suffered. Ma Mingyuan could only smile bitterly. No one dared to test the power of Commander Lin.

No one above took it seriously, so Commander Lin had his reasons for arranging the house search.

Hua Guzheng couldn't help but sneer when he heard this.

Lin Jun, ah Lin Jun, it’s already this late, and you’re still busy making money!

Zhang Village.

Zhang Quanyou was also a salt official. His father was a salt official, so he was naturally a salt official. And since he was a salt official, his son was naturally also a salt official.

Two days ago, while transporting salt, Zhang Quanyou slipped and broke his leg due to his old age and fragile bones. Now he can't even eat two meals of porridge a day.

His son Zhang Youyou had to work during the day and work for others at night, making adobe bricks or cutting bricks, and earning a few dollars to buy food.

Zhang Quanyou lay on the bed, lamenting that he had never had a good day in his life. Why was his life so miserable?

Just as I was sighing, my son suddenly came running back excitedly.

"Son, why are you coming back instead of drying the salt?"

"Dad, Zhang Gongji's house was raided!"