Mr. Chai perked up, he could understand this sentence. When Cuiweiju sold wine and food at a discount, he used the stuffing pie trick to get a hot business.
Do you have to repeat the old tricks and create your own brand when selling rouge and gouache?
Not knowing what Meng Xinghe was thinking, Mr. Chai asked carefully: "Does the third brother also want to sell the rouge gouache at a discount? To attract customers' attention and attract more business from the price discount?"
It's not that Mr. Chai has never thought about discounts, but he is not as flexible as Meng Xinghe in doing business. Many times, he thinks about it, but can't go ahead and do it. Maybe this is the difference between a marshal and a general. Now that Meng Xinghe proposes a discount, Mr. Chai
No objection, it’s inferior quality goods anyway, I won’t lose money even if I give them a 50% discount, and I can also earn credibility, so why not do it.
Meng Xinghe did not mince words and said in a deep voice: "Second brother, the market economy does not start by blindly attracting customers. On the contrary, we will not discount this time."
No discount? Mr. Chai jumped up immediately. Meng Xinghe’s words were really unbelievable. If he didn’t bleed, where would the pie come from? Let alone create integrity. Thinking about it carefully, I felt that the third brother was not an impatient person, and it flashed in his mind
With a thought, Mr. Chai almost screamed: "Does the third brother want to give away all this batch of rouge and gouache for nothing? Then wouldn't we lose money?"
Even if it is a low-quality product, it was bought with a lot of money. Rouge and gouache were originally purchased at a high price. If it were given away for free, the tens of thousands of taels of silver spent on the purchase would have been wasted. Mr. Chai sighed bitterly.
After all, the third brother’s method of burning money is simply unparalleled.
Giving it away for free? Ridiculous! My money is hard-earned money earned bit by bit by sweat. I am not so mean as to insult myself. Meng Xinghe was heartbroken and couldn't let go of the child, couldn't trap the wolf, and couldn't let go of his face.
, I can't pick up girls. "Second brother, just burn this batch of goods in front of everyone~ From next time, our shop will only buy high-quality rouge and gouache. I don't believe in evil, and I lost tens of thousands of taels of silver to sell the powder on the street. I don't think so."
It’s strange that the entire Miaoyufang was shocked!”
He stabbed himself hard in the chest and felt the blood draining from inside. Meng Xinghe sat weakly on the chair, expressionlessly facing the surprised eyes of all the employees in the shop. I must earn back my money in the future.
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"Really want to burn it down?" Mr. Chai suspected that he heard wrongly. Such a feat of cutting off an arm should be done by heroes, and it should not be their turn.
"Burn, must burn, burn vigorously, it is best to let everyone in the entire Jiangdu know that Miaoyufang is burning low-quality rouge and gouache." Meng Xinghe continued to self-mutilate, and his heart was already full of congestion. After all, it was tens of thousands of taels.
He feels sorry for the money more than anyone else. "Not only do we have to burn it, but we also have to lose money to buy our reputation. You will put up a notice tonight. Any customers who have spent money in the shop before and have any problems with our rouge gouache will be doubled."
Compensate her for all the losses." His grandma, in order to create integrity, I will throw a stone in Jiangdu to break this silent backwater, Meng Xinghe said harshly, even if I break the pot and sell iron.
Mr. Chai didn't dare to say another word. Seeing Meng Xinghe's blood-red eyes, he seemed to be burning.
"Second brother, has the room been ready for me? I'm very tired and want to rest first!" It's a journey of hundreds of kilometers from Taoyuan to Jiangdu. It's no wonder that I'm not tired after rushing here non-stop. Meng Xinghe grabbed his baggage, like
The drunk man walked upstairs with empty steps.
Tiredness is an excuse, it's only sad. Mr. Chai's eyes grew hot, "Go upstairs and turn left to the first room. My brother has already had someone clean it up for you. Third brother, just rest and leave the rest to my brother."
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After hearing what Mr. Chai said about cleaning up, Meng Xinghe thought of the women's bellybands on the bed when he returned to Taoyuan County to study. Looking at the well-behaved girls in the shop, he said with an extremely serious face: "Second brother, you really cleaned up. You
Are you sure you didn't leave any traces?"
Knowing what he was talking about, Mr. Chai blushed and said, "It's clean, absolutely clean. Third brother, just feel free to move in." Mr. Chai immediately avoided his gaze and worked with the employees in the shop to collect the rouge and gouache that was ready to be burned.
Meng Xinghe was the ancestor who was very observant, and Master Chai's strangeness could never escape his notice. Now he has become a carnivore and can understand Master Chai's desires. Without saying much, he turned around and went upstairs.
When I came to my room, I pushed the door open and walked in. The room was indeed very clean. The dense sandalwood incense was still smelling, filling the whole room. Through the window, I could clearly see the broad Qinhuai River, with boats and boats passing by.
, singers and dancers played the piano and sang to their heart's content on it, humming endless melodious sounds.
After a brief tidying up, Meng Xinghe could no longer bear the fatigue and chose to lie down on the large bed and have a good rest.
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On the second day, Meng Xinghe handed over the matter of burning the rouge and gouache to Mr. Chai, and carefully told him to make the fuss as big as possible, preferably to shock the entire Jiangdu City. In doing so, in addition to publicity, he also
Give other merchants a show of strength, and take this opportunity to gather people's hearts and create an image of honesty. I believe that there will be a steady stream of business coming to your door in the future.
Tens of thousands of taels of silver were sold for integrity, but Meng Xinghe still thought it was worth it. He left the incident of Zhong breaking his arm with a sword to Mr. Chai, and Meng Xinghe put on his student clothes and went to Jiangdu Province to study.
The Provincial School is the highest institution in Jiangdu. All county candidates who want to take the provincial examination next year must submit the documents distributed by the local county college to the Provincial School, and then arrange to study there and wait for the scientific examination after the spring.
Arriving in front of the Jiangdu Provincial School, it is really grand. In front of the antique mahogany door, two double-flowered stone lions lie prone on both sides. The entire facade looks depressing. It is indeed a provincial high-level university, not ordinary.
How can county schools compare?
Stepping into the gate of Provincial University, the feeling is similar to that of stepping into Peking University. After walking in, I realized that there is something special inside. It is a completely luxurious mansion, with pavilions and pavilions, all of which reveal the ingenuity of the builders.
The wood all reveals a strong academic style, making people feel its long history.
Under the river pond and beside the garden, you can occasionally see groups of students, sitting there reading the Four Books and Five Classics or reciting poems. Meng Xinghe's heart was slightly shocked. Compared with these diligent scholars, he will take the provincial examination next year.
The chance of making it into the top ten is probably slim.
After walking for a while avoiding this group of people who love to learn, Meng Xinghe completely realized that he had become blind on the road. I didn't even have a sign on the road, so only the devil knew where to sign up.
I cursed a few words, walked around, and somehow turned into a garden. I looked around and saw that the garden was not big, but it was relatively neat and tidy, and I could see that someone was taking care of it regularly.
The wind blew by, and the withered chrysanthemums fell in pieces, giving a somewhat desolate smell. Meng Xinghe wanted to withdraw, but he didn't know that where his peripheral vision passed, a thin figure ran into his eyes.
Huang Tian paid off and finally found the street lamp. Just like a person walking in the dark, suddenly getting a bright candle. When he saw the thin figure in front of him, Meng Xinghe was excited and excited, and shouted with incomparable respect: "
Mr. Meng, why are you here?"
Hearing the sharp sound from behind, Mr. Meng put down the shovel in his hand. When he saw that the person coming was Meng Xinghe, with a face stained with dirt, he unexpectedly smiled and said: "Brother Meng, you are here so early!"