In the feudal era, salt merchants were synonymous with the super rich.
Behind every salt merchant stands a super family.
Moreover, it is a super family where someone is currently in power.
Otherwise, we won’t be able to win this piece of cake.
If the bandits represent the interests of the general gentry and wealthy families, the salt merchants represent the interests of the big families in the capital.
Even Qing Xinyao, the top leader in Xichuan, did not dare to make a move easily.
Previously, the right to produce and sell salt in Guangyuan was handed over to Jin Feng because the right to sell salt in Guangyuan was originally in the hands of Qing Xinyao.
Even so, when it was later learned that Jin Feng's salt was only sold for ten cents, the Qing family was still hostile to many families.
It also includes some allies.
The Qing family paid some price in order to calm down the influence.
Therefore, Qing Xinyao could only smile and shake his head: "Sir, it's not that Qing is trying to shirk, Qing really can't do this!"
"Sir, if I give you the right to sell salt on the entire Xichuan Road, it will be like poking a hornet's nest in the court. Not to mention Brother Xinyao, even my father may not be able to suppress it."
The Ninth Princess also smiled bitterly and helped Qing Xinyao explain.
"That's because I was abrupt..."
Jin Feng was also helpless about this.
Cutting off a person's wealth is tantamount to killing his parents, so it makes sense that Qing Xinyao wouldn't agree.
"Sir, although I cannot directly give you the right to sell salt, I can help you contact the surrounding salt merchants and ask them to stop transporting salt from the sea and go directly to you to order. What do you think, sir?"
Princess Ninth said: "Although this won't lower the price of salt to ten cents, it will bring it down to some extent."
"That's okay." Jin Feng nodded: "Thank you, Your Highness."
"Mr. Wuyang is really embarrassed when he says this. Wuyang knows that Mr. Selling salt is not for making money, but for the people. Logically speaking, I must help Mr. Wu get it no matter what. It's useless for Wuyang."
Princess Ninth said: "I should thank you sir! If you have any other requests, sir, just tell me."
"Then I won't be polite to His Highness. I can agree with His Highness's approach, but I have two requirements."
Jin Feng said: "First, all salt bags must indicate that they are produced in Xihewan Salt Factory. Second, I want pricing power!"
"For example, a salt merchant brings back a ship of salt from the sea and sells it for one hundred cents per catty, with a profit of thirty cents. I can send an escort to deliver the salt to their designated place and price it at forty cents per catty!"
Jin Feng said: "If they raise the price privately, the cooperation will be terminated."
"Sir, this request is reasonable and reasonable. The salt merchants can make more money than before and save time and effort. If they don't agree, then don't cooperate!"
The Ninth Princess raised the tea bowl again: "Sir, Mr. Wuyang is so righteous, I would like to give you a cup of tea!"
Jin Feng raised his glass and touched it lightly with the Ninth Princess.
It is true that he wanted the right to sell salt not to make money.
In addition to making salt affordable for the people, we also want to make Xihewan famous.
Having lived in the 21st century, he knows the importance of fame all too well.
If every Sichuan and Shu people knew Xihewan and trusted Xihewan's products, it would be worth more than giving him a gold mountain.
Although the Ninth Princess's proposal cannot fully meet Jin Feng's expectations, it is the best way at present.
The reason why salt is expensive is that transportation is the biggest cost.
If this cost is reduced, it can not only ensure the profits of salt merchants, but also reduce the price of salt, so that the common people can afford salt, and they will also get to know Xihewan Salt Factory and Jinchuan Chamber of Commerce, forming a brand effect.
It will be much smoother for him to promote other products in the future.
After talking about serious matters, a few people started talking about trivial matters.
The meal took almost two hours to finish.
I have to say that the chefs in Qingfu are really good at cooking and they are very particular about the ingredients. Jin Feng has been eating Dazao for so many days in Daying, and today he was completely rude and had a round belly after eating.
It was late at night, so the Ninth Princess stayed at Qing Mansion, and Qing Xinyao personally delivered Jin Feng to the door.
"Master Qing, please stay!"
When he arrived at the door, Jin Feng turned around and gave a scholarly salute to Qing Xinyao: "Sir, please go back, I will return to the camp soon!"
"Sir, please wait!"
Qing Xinyao pulled Jin Feng's sleeve.
Jin Feng was about to ask what he was waiting for when he saw a row of girls walking out of Qing Mansion.
At first glance, these girls have been carefully selected. They are all tall and well-proportioned, move lightly, and have top-notch looks.
For a moment, the fragrance at the entrance of Qing Mansion was fragrant, making Jin Feng a little dazzled.
"Sir, you have helped Qing a lot this time. Qing can't thank you enough. These dancers were sent by Hanxiang Tower. They are a little bit of Qing's kindness. I hope you won't dislike them, sir."
Qing Xinyao blinked at Jin Feng: "Sir, Qing promises that he has never touched anyone, and they are all still virgins."
"Master Qing, I was just joking before."
Jin Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Besides, I live in the camp, how can I behave appropriately with a group of dancers?"
"Sir, you are not a registered soldier. The war is over now, so there is no need to pay so much attention."
Qing Xinyao said nonchalantly.
Dakang's military discipline was lax, and many of the dandy generals brought their maids to bed with them even when they were on the front lines. The soldiers had long been accustomed to this.
What's more, for a foreign aid like Jin Feng who has no formal establishment, military rules really can't restrain him.
But Jin Feng knew very well that the upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked.
If he takes the lead in causing chaos in the army, the escort team will soon become chaotic.
This is why he clearly dislikes the big pot cooking in the military, but still insists on not turning on the small stove.
He shook his head and refused: "Thank you, Mr. Qing, for your kindness. I really don't need it."
"Sir, to tell you the truth, my wife is pregnant, and I don't want to offend her in case she gets pregnant. If sir refuses to take them in, I can only send them back to Hanxiang Tower."
Seeing that Jin Feng kept refusing, Qing Xinyao smiled bitterly and said, "This is not appropriate... Do you understand what I mean?"
Not all well-off women are like Guan Xiaorou, who wish their men could take concubines every day.
Many high-status women attach great importance to their status.
Although Qing Xinyao's wife was not a princess, she was the legitimate daughter of a duke.
Her mother was the cousin of the current emperor and had a distinguished status.
Such a woman would naturally not want Qing Xinyao to do anything wrong.
It's okay to have some dancers at home. After all, that's the way it is in Dakang. If she goes to make trouble, people will gossip about her.
You can only turn a blind eye.
But now that she is pregnant, she is now confident, and it is not easy for Qing Xinyao to provoke her.
But Hanxiang Tower has already sent the dancers here. If you go back, you will be laughed at.
Just when they were hesitating, the dancers looked at each other and suddenly knelt down towards Jin Feng: "Slaves don't want to go back to Hanxiang Tower anymore, please take me in, sir!"
If they are sent back, it is equivalent to being returned by the customer.
Not only will he be punished by Hanxianglou, but he will also be ordered to pick up guests.
Compared with such a miserable life, they would rather follow Jin Feng.
This young husband is handsome, and it is better to serve him than to serve those old men in Hanxiang Tower.