When the parents from each family heard Yang Xuan's proposal, they fell silent for a while.
But soon someone raised objections.
"After all, this convenience store is a small business. It requires two or three joint ventures. I'm afraid the little money earned is not enough for a man to have a drink."
As soon as these words came out, they were recognized by most people, and the room immediately became noisy.
Prince Hui glanced at Yang Xuan and signaled him to think of a solution quickly.
Yang Xuan pressed down his hands to signal everyone to be quiet. After they finally calmed down, Yang Xuan spoke.
"First, if you don't like this small business, you don't have to participate in the contract. No one is forcing you."
"Secondly, in the short term, convenience stores are indeed just a small business, but mosquito legs are also meat. You are just a hands-off shopkeeper and you are too lazy to make free money. Then I have nothing to say."
"Third, this is provided by Prince Hui so that you can supplement your family income. Otherwise, do you think Prince Hui can't come up with this money, or the clan can't come up with this money?"
"Also, this is just the first batch of branches. When the business is done and stable, we can continue to open branches. Yingtianfu is big, not only in Shangyuan County and Jiangning County, but also all the way east to Songjiang County.
Are you worried that there is no place to open a branch in Tianfu’s territory?”
Everyone was speechless by Yang Xuan. Indeed, the profit of one convenience store cannot be too much. If it is one point for two or three convenience stores, it will be even less. But they don't have to pay a penny. It only takes one year.
Then just pay the full contract fee.
If you don’t have to contribute any money or effort, what else is there to complain about?
After Yang Xuan said this, he didn't bother to listen to these people anymore. If he came up with some inexplicable reasons, Yang Xuan wouldn't know what to say.
It's none of his business anyway, just let Prince Hui have a headache.
He gave up 30% of his shares to Prince Hui, so he couldn't just ignore everything. Besides, he opened a company in the name of Zongren Mansion, and he joined 15 branches in one go, and then used it as a contractor.
The distribution to those royal children has nothing to do with Yang Xuan.
Coming out of Prince Hui's Mansion, Lu Jingzi looked at Yang Xuan with admiration and excitement: "Mr. Yang, you have the most face. Those royal children always have eyes on the top of their heads and are looked down upon by everyone. Today, you gave me a surprise."
He was stunned for a moment."
Yang Xuan glanced at him. In the past few days, he had been paralyzed by this little fanboy's horse slaps.
"They're not giving me face, they're giving me money to give me face. If this franchise store doesn't make money, they can eat me alive."
Lu Jingzi was stunned and nodded. He understood what Yang Xuan said.
Returning to the household department, I met Daochang Zhang who was walking out, accompanied by a very happy Zhang Junbao.
In addition, Xu Qingyuan, the Minister of Household Affairs, who enthusiastically escorted the two of them out.
"Daozhang Zhang, Master Xu, what are you doing?"
Zhang Daochang waved to Yang Xuan: "You came just in time to save me from looking for you again. You came to give me a review. The emperor agreed to allocate one hundred thousand taels for me to rebuild Laojun Temple, but this guy was stunned.
He told me that he had no money. The Dasheng Dynasty had been in existence for more than two hundred years, so he just took 20,000 taels and wanted to send me away."
Yang Xuan looked embarrassed. You can say this to the old Taoist priest, but he can't. What's more, Xu Qingyuan next to him is still his immediate boss.
But at this moment, Yang Xuan also remembered that the old Taoist priest said when he first came to Yingtian Mansion that if Laojun Temple had not been in disrepair for a long time, he would not bother to come to Yingtian Mansion.
The old Taoist priest is here to ask for money.
However, seeing that the old Taoist Xu Qingyuan was about to attack, Yang Xuan thought for a while and decided to smooth things over: "Master Xu, let me escort Taoist Zhang out on your behalf."
Xu Qingyuan was overjoyed and gave Yang Xuan an approving look. You are sensible.
Yang Xuan led the old Taoist priest out of the door of the household department and asked: "Taoist Zhang, Laojun Temple needs to be rebuilt. You can come to me. I will pay one hundred thousand taels."
Zhang Daochang glanced sideways at Yang Xuan: "Can I ask you, a junior, for money? If I asked you for money, I would have to come to Yingtian Mansion in person and write you a letter. Tell me whether you will give it to me or not."
Yang Xuan scratched his head, haha, if the old Taoist priest asked someone to bring a letter saying that he wanted one hundred thousand taels, Yang Xuan would not even ask what it was for, and would just pay for it.
"What does Taoist Master Zhang mean?"
"The real purpose of my coming to ask for money is to revitalize the prestige of our Taoism. Now these people all just go to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha. It seems as if our Taoism has nothing to do with it at all."
"But the Ministry of Revenue said there was no money. Whether it was true or an excuse, there was nothing we could do, not to mention they gave me 20,000 taels."
Yang Xuan still wanted to save some trouble. He could just give it one hundred thousand taels himself. Why should he let the old Taoist priest run around? Even if he didn't blame the old Taoist priest for being the mentor of his eldest brother Yang Xiao, he still wanted to blame the four brothers Zhang Junbao and Ouyang.
This kindness has saved me from danger many times.
"No, the emperor refuses to give me money, so I will go to the wealthy gentry and wealthy people like Yingtian Mansion to get it. I want to see if anyone in this big Yingtian Mansion takes our Taoism seriously."
After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he looked at Yang Xuan: "I know you have a lot of clever ideas. Please help me think of a way to make these people willingly give me money."
Yang Xuan pondered for a while, the old Taoist priest was trying to revive the prestige of Taoism in that kiln. In the current situation, except for the emperor who believes in Taoism, most people have begun to burn incense and worship Buddha.
The Taoism of the entire Dasheng Dynasty relied on Longhu Mountain to support its scene.
So I must help you with this.
"Daozhang Zhang, since you trust me so much, then I will think of a way."
The old Taoist priest immediately laughed: "You are still reliable, but those wealthy gentry and wealthy people are all tough. I heard that they refused to donate money when there were floods in the south a few years ago. Do you have any ideas?"
Yang Xuan looked up and said, "Daozhang Zhang, it's almost noon. Let's find a place to eat and chat while eating."
The old Taoist priest readily agreed.
At the dinner table, after listening to Yang Xuan's suggestion, the old Taoist priest showed doubts in his eyes: "You mean, Taoist, I have to shamelessly go door to door to ask for it?"
"Daozhang Zhang, I didn't tell you to go door to door to ask for it. We just need to set up a dojo and invite the rich and powerful to come."
"Dojo?" The old Taoist priest snorted: "I don't know how."
"..."
Yang Xuan was speechless, as a Taoist priest, you don't even know how to set up a dojo, and yet you are still so confident?
"You don't need to know how to do it. The optimistic Taoist Master Li is not your nephew. Let him be the dojo and bear your name. The title of Master Longhushan Zhengyi's uncle is enough to scare people."
The old Taoist priest became a little anxious and slapped the table: "You want me to lie to you?"
Yang Xuan slapped his forehead. This old Taoist priest was a bit stupid, and it didn't match his arrogant and domineering behavior in the past few days.
"Daozhang Zhang, how can this Taoist matter be called cheating?"