Manager Zhao didn’t know how much white sugar Yun Chao had, and thought that such a rare thing would definitely not be as large as there were.
In order to monopolize the market in Qingyang County, I simply offered a high price.
"Five cents and silver per pound, what do you think, Xiaolangjun?"
Yun Chao shook his head: "Shopkeeper Zhao, tell you the truth. I finally bought this kind of white sugar from Dashi merchants. The purchase price is only one or two silver dollars, so you can do it."
Five cents of silver per pound?
What a joke about time travel? Yunchao's brown sugar was bought at 200 yuan per pound, but excluding labor, freight, filtered impurities, and consumption during purification, the cost price of a pound of white sugar is close to four cents of silver.
, if he sells five cents of silver, he still makes a fortune. Isn’t the cost of technical patents?
Manager Zhao hesitated.
Selling medicine makes money, but the purchase price is too high, which will inevitably affect the profit margin.
With less profit margin, you will naturally earn less money.
"Young man, you also know that all of us who practice medicine are kind-hearted and can't bear to watch patients suffer. Many times, selling medicines does not make money. I would rather put medicine on it and make dust, but I hope there is no suffering in the world. What do you think?"
Yun Chao curled his lips. Comrade Lao Zhao is very treacherous. He actually knows how to occupy the commanding heights of morality. You don’t know that your precious medicinal materials are not for the poor at all.
In the Dawu Dynasty, the poor could not afford to treat the disease.
Even if you grit your teeth and grab the side medicine, most of them are the cheapest medicinal materials.
Precious medicinal materials such as sugar and ginseng should not even be thought about. Even if they sell them, they are not worth that much!
"Shopkeeper Zhao, you said it very well. I admire your noble sentiment so much that I am impressed by it. This way, you can't finish all good things alone. I only charge one cost price and freight, only one tael or two pounds per pound
How about selling you?"
Manager Zhao's eyelids were thrusting. He was such a little fox. I, Old Zhao, have brought out the doctor's parents' hearts. You are still stinging the price. Is it interesting?
"You little man is a gentleman! Since you agree with my opinion, let's work together to benefit the people, and at the same time we will do good deeds and accumulate virtues for ourselves. You have to make one tael of silver, so let's sell one tael of silver in my pharmacy.
, I will pay you how much money I will sell, and I won’t make any money. What do you think?"
"Goodbye!"
Yun Chao turned around and left. I won’t play with you anymore. Not only will I not let my brother make money, but I also have to ban the goods first. How much does it sell? Are you a sucker for me?
When Zhang Gun Zhao saw Yun Chao's expression, he knew that the fooling was failed: "You little husband, please go slowly. Let's talk carefully. If you don't make a business, benevolence and righteousness, why bother so arrogant?"
Yun Chao rolled his eyes. At this time, you know it was a business. What about the compassionate face just now?
I was too lazy to play Strange Stories with the old fox again: "Shopkeeper Zhao, I will quote a price in the end. If you think it is high, then forget it. One or two yuan, one pound of silver, what do you think?"
"Okay, my little husband is really decisive. As you said, I want all of you one or two cents and one pounds of silver, how much do you have?"
Yun Chao laughed silently: "Shopkeeper Zhao, you want it all? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I want as much as you have! Hey, Xiaolangjun, we have agreed that you don't allow me to see how much I want, so I can just start the price!"
Yun Chao laughed: "Don't worry, Shopkeeper Zhao, I am the most trustworthy person. How much I say is what I say, whoever doesn't keep his word is eggplant!"
Manager Zhao rolled his eyes. What a mess. If you don’t keep your word, it’s eggplant. If you look like eggplant, how miserable it should be…
Well, Manager Zhao was directly tied to the eggplant field by Yun Chao, just thinking about what it would be like to grow into eggplant. He didn't pay attention. When he woke up again, he saw that Yun Chao had already asked his subordinates to carry several sacks in!
"this……"
Looking at the four sacks lined up on the counter in front of him, Manager Zhao felt that it was not very wonderful.
Coupled with Yun Chao's smile that seemed to have stole a chicken, Manager Zhao felt that he might be in trouble today!
Sure enough, when he hesitated to open one of the sacks, his mouth was shocked and he couldn't close it for a long time!
"Little Langjun...you...you..."
Several sacks opened one by one...
Manager Zhao turned into a wooden sculpture of mud, and he was stunned for three minutes before he recovered.
"Little...Little Langjun, this...this is too much. I...I really..."
Halfway through the words, Manager Zhao couldn't continue. He remembered clearly that Yun Chao said just now, whoever doesn't keep his word will be an eggplant.
Good guy, no wonder the little fox said so outrageously. It turned out that he was waiting for me here!
When Manager Zhao felt chill when he thought of his words as if he turned into eggplant after he didn't keep his word.
In ancient times, businessmen generally talked about credibility. Although Manager Zhao didn't swear just now, he had already said that he would need as much as he wanted. Now his tongue is not cold, and he just eats salt and is fat, which is really unsavory.
"Haha, Shopkeeper Zhao, you're kidding. You can do as much as you want, don't force it!"
When Yun Chao saw that Manager Zhao was defeated, he felt much more comfortable. He asked you to show off. Now, do you dare to pretend again?
Unexpectedly, Manager Zhao misunderstood and thought Yun Chao was mocking him. His old face turned red: "Little Langjun, what are you talking about? Go out and ask, who doesn't know about Qingyang County? I, Old Zhao, said the most
Credit, one spit and one nail, isn’t it just a few hundred taels of silver? I, Lao Zhao, can still take it!"
Yun Chao was so amused that he was still anxious: "Shopkeeper Zhao, don't be angry, I'm joking with you, do what you can, do what you can..."
When the shopkeeper Zhao heard this, he became even more excited: "Little Langjun, do you look down on me, Lao Zhao, and think I can't even take out a few hundred taels of silver?"
Yun Chao spread his hands and said, "You can't save you any more, I can't save you!"
Yun Chao persuaded him a few more words, but the more he persuaded him, the more angry he became. In the end, Yun Chao simply stopped talking, just do whatever he wanted!
After 300 kilograms of brown sugar, Yun Chao purified a total of about 200 kilograms of white sugar and obtained more than 200 taels of silver. Until he left the medicine shop, the boys who followed Yun Chao could not wake up.
I know that sugar is valuable, but I never thought it was so valuable. Just a few bags of sugar are worth more than 200 taels of silver. Is this money so easy to make?
Especially a few guys who have seen Yun Chao buy brown sugar at the Nanhuo Store, they know that these white sugars are processed by Yun Chao with brown sugar.
If I remember correctly, the brown sugar I bought at that time was 200 cents a pound, but now it has turned into white sugar, which has increased several times. Isn’t this too exaggerated?
While surprised, the boys who knew the truth also admired Yun Chao even more.
No wonder people in the village say that Brother Chao is descending to the earth, living Bodhisattva reincarnated, brown sugar becomes white sugar, and two hundred cigars becomes one or two taels per qian. How could ordinary people have such a magical method?
Originally, Yun Chao's plan was to go straight to the tiger's den and go directly to the Lion Tower to find out.
However, when I was chatting with Manager Zhao just now, I accidentally heard him say that Lion Tower seems to have recruited many newcomers recently, and it looks a bit fierce and not like a good person.
So Yun Chao changed his mind: "Mancang, go to Cross Street to call Wu Da, make the movement less, don't make a sound, do you understand?"