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Chapter 66 Dividing the spoils

All the managers felt that they could not calm down for a long time... In the past, even when the business was good, a brothel's gross income per month was only about two to three thousand taels! And the initial investment was a big one...

It is best to train good girls from an early age to play music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and song. Among the ten little girls, there must be six or seven who grow crooked and cracked... and some who have a wild temper, who grow fatter and fatter.

People with bad breath and body odor will get sick and die young.

It can be said that opening a brothel to raise girls is an industry with extremely high investment and high risks.

Behind an oiran, there may be hundreds or even thousands of eliminated girls working as soil and green leaves... So an oiran can easily be worth tens of thousands of taels of silver, do you think it's expensive?

And the appearance of Song Wen, with his wonderful skills and simple scene layout, turned those girls who were originally uninterested into special features!

Are you fat? Wear heavy makeup and dress up in the style of the Tang Dynasty court to play the role of Concubine Yang...skinny and short, right? Dance on the drum and play the role of the Feiyan of the Han Dynasty! Play the role of the heroine of the Jianghu who is fierce and violent, and play the role of a lady and talented woman who is not good at words.

! Even a bald man can pretend to be a nun...

Suddenly, among the seven brothels, those who had been sent to Zhuangzi a long time ago, those who worked as maids, those whose business was deserted, and those who were bought from other places at low prices were almost all arranged by Song Wen to gather together in an orderly manner with their own characteristics!

This is really profitable...

In the first month, the popular Qibao Building on Wazi Street... the turnover income was nearly 120,000 taels!

The seven business owners unanimously agreed to tie up Song Wen, the Turtle God of Wealth, and throw away the overhead costs and directly give him 30% of the net profit in the first month...

Song Wen slowly breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to smile indifferently: "Don't be blinded by the popularity in the first month. The number will decrease month by month in the future. After the freshness, these guests will not be so crazy.

Already."

"Brother Wen is such a talented person, we are simply astonished! Since ancient times, Qin Lou Chu Guan has always been a vulgar business in the market, but Brother Wen's craftsmanship and whimsical ideas are the first of its kind..."

Please bear with me and pay my respects!"

The stewards of the seven families all stood up and bowed to Song Wen.

Song Wen stood up and returned the gift, and then explained various matters to everyone. A steward asked: "Wazi Street is making a lot of money every day, does Brother Wen still want to do other business?"

Song Wendao: "Although Wazi Street was designed by me, after all, I only invested a thousand taels of capital. I gave up 30% of the profit in the first month because my Sihai Wine Shop is in urgent need of capital to expand! In the future,

I only take 20% of the business on Wazi Street on behalf of Qingcha Hui and myself. The 10% given over is the hard-earned money I left for the stewards and the ladies of the seven brothels... You can also tell the truth to your respective proprietors.

.”

"Ah? This... this... this is not a small amount!"

"That's right, 10%...it's still several thousand taels! Even if the business slows down in the future, it will still be thousands of taels?"

"Brother Wen, what do you mean by this? We, we, we will not be rewarded for our efforts! Besides, this 10% of the profits... I am afraid that the proprietors will not give it to me and those girls casually...

…”

Song Wen smiled slightly... This is what I want! For 10% of the profit, I will take over all the hearts of you stewards and sisters... In the future, who will work hard for the proprietor and find ways to defraud me of my money?

If you give up 10% of your profits, this Wazi Street will be your world from now on!

Song Wen pointed in the direction of Wazi Street and said: "How can it be easy for ordinary people in the city to struggle to survive? I will support and take care of the little turtle at the tea party... Half of this 10% silver is a subsidy for the brothel managers!

The other half... will be used for the medical care of those sisters who are sick and in trouble! The steward of each brothel and the two sisters with high status will form a tea party and discuss how to use the money every month! Anyone dares

Those who are greedy for ink will be kicked out of Wazi Street and will never look back..."

Everyone looked at each other in confusion... No matter how generous his boss was, he couldn't possibly use a full 10% of his profits to win over the hearts and minds of his stewards and girls? This little turtle... This little turtle's thoughts, oh! I'm convinced, completely

Completely convinced!

The seven stewards all stood up and bowed respectfully... almost as a half-loyal expression of thanks and praise!

Because they were afraid that their respective proprietors would refuse, this 10% of the profits were still allocated to Song Wen's name, but they would be allocated directly from Song Wen's dividends every month. After each housekeeper and the girl discussed the allocation,

The money was uniformly withdrawn from Song Wen's accountant Sun. Those who received relief had to leave a receipt for the amount for verification.

Before leaving, Song Wen said to the seven stewards with respectful expressions: "Everyone, if your predictions are correct, something will happen to Wazi Street soon! Because we don't know how much money this real daily income will bring.

The powerful and high-ranking officials are coveting... After you go back, contact your respective owners immediately. If you want to keep the wealth of Wazi Street, you have to use all kinds of means! Let’s not mention the shareholders of my Sihai Winery for the time being, but the hidden side is Mr. Liang.

I will pay a visit tomorrow night! Everyone, go back and discuss with the proprietor... If you really want to impress this gentleman and find such a backer for Wazi Street in the future, I'm afraid you have to give up this stake...

One portion to satisfy Master Hidden Phase!"

The expressions of the seven stewards changed, and they couldn't help but feel horrified...How long has it been? This little turtle has actually started a relationship with Liang Shicheng again!

Going to visit tomorrow night... That is to say, Song Wen is asking the seven proprietors, how much do you plan to spend to invite Liang Shicheng, the hidden minister of the Song Dynasty, to be the backer of the Qibao Building on Wazi Street?

On the second day, the seven stewards elected one person...Wang Zhiwei! After all, although Song Wen had a lot of dividends, he still didn't have a real proprietor identity! Wang Zhiwei was from a real local wealthy family, and he still had

With a reputation as a scholar, it can be regarded as an excuse to pay bribes on behalf of Qibao Tower.

Wang Zhiwei stretched out three fingers with a glowing face... "Master Yinxiang must take at least 30%! In addition, the remaining profits will be divided into ten shares, and you will take three shares!"

Song Wen knew that this could be considered sincerity. Liang Shicheng, who had invested almost zero, and himself took away nearly half of the profits. Is there any more terrifying and beautiful dividend than this?

A banknote from Bianliang No. 1 Bank was carefully held in Wang Zhiwei's arms. Wang Zhiwei patted Song Wen on the shoulder... "From now on, I will hang out with you... If I can make Master Yinxiang

If you mention it to my father, it will probably break my eldest brother's legs."

Song Wendao: "I don't care about your family's shit! Let's wait until my Sihai Winery leaves Bianliang!"

The two of them went to visit Su Fang first. The Su family has become more prosperous in the past few days. They resigned from the tenant in the backyard and tidied up the yard. They asked Su's mother to move back to the main house in the backyard and hired a yard sweeper for the old lady to clean up the fire.

Su Fang, a rice servant, was very satisfied with such a life.

When Song Wen came to visit, Su Fang went out to greet him. Song Wen introduced Wang Zhiwei, a descendant of the Wang family in Yingtian Mansion. Although Su Fang was a bit dull, the conversation was still good. Finally, Song Wen asked Su Fang to help him go to see Liang Shicheng tonight.

Su Fang was still slightly embarrassed, but finally agreed.

While Su Fang was going to see his mother, Wang Zhiwei asked: "Is it because of Su Xiucai that you got involved in the hidden phase? Bring me here and you won't be afraid that I will dump you and you will flatter Su Xiucai?"

Song Wen sneered... "Haha, why are you trying to curry favor with me for saving my life? In addition, Brother Su is also one of the proprietors of my Sihai Liquor House. Do you think he will become the proprietor of the Qibaolou brothel?"

"Uh... The children of the Su clan are afraid of starving to death and won't earn money from brothels... Oh, forget it, it's up to you! I'll just give you the banknote and forget it, and I'll help you in the future

If you stop the covetousness of those proprietors, they will stop trying to stop you with the backer of Mr. Yinxiang!"

Song Wen smiled and accepted the banknote: "This way I really save my worries, otherwise I would have to work hard to kill two restless families... In fact, there are three brothels on Wazi Street, which is enough for management and operation.

The most worry-free! When the three companies compete, they can also leverage each other's development..."

Wang Zhiwei was suddenly stunned: "What...what do you mean?"

"It's boring! Don't think too much about it?"

Wang Zhiwei took Song Wen's arm and whispered: "Those proprietors all regard themselves as noble and just send some collateral children to deal with you. I am the legitimate son of the Wang family in Yingtian Mansion, and I treat you as a brother!

You have to take care of me..."

"We'll talk about the rest later..."

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