Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

In the front hall, the three men were chatting with each other.

The shopkeeper of Juwentang, Chen Sanli, said with a smile: "Treasurekeeper, every test essay is printed by the old man's Juwentang. Of course, this dictionary will not be ignored."

The shopkeeper Ma said with a grimace: "Shopkeeper Chen is strong, but he hasn't been able to get hold of it, but he just came to have a familiar face. Maybe he can have some friendship with Uncle Xinghe in the future."

Qian Qiang, the owner of another study hall, said with a smile: "You two are both famous booksellers in Jinling City. They are far from the dust. I just want to meet the old man Xinghe Bo, so I can brag with my daughter-in-law and children at home. ."

Chen Sanli proudly said: "The old man has some friendship with the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of War. If they can't print it in time, most of them will find Juwentang to help..."

Chen Sanli, who was talking cool, saw that the other two people both got up and looked outside, and turned around to look hurriedly.

"I have seen my uncle."

"Please sit down."

Fang wakes up and sits on the main seat, and said blankly: "Yesterday Fang Eleven said that you waited and said that there were not enough craftsmen and couldn't take the business of my uncle. Why did you come again today?"

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.

Since Fang Xing had come out in person, he intended to hand over the business to one of the three of them, but his words unceremoniously tore off the fig leaves on the faces of the three.

This is not a cooperative attitude!

The three of them inevitably felt embarrassed, and Chen Sanli coughed dryly: "The younger ones drank too much yesterday, and they remembered the number of craftsmen incorrectly, and asked the uncle for atonement."

Fang Xing nodded, his eyes swept across the other two human beings: "This time Ben Bo decided to use movable type, and the paper is also as cheap as possible. Are you willing to wait?"

type?

Gee!

You are Uncle Xinghe! It's so embarrassing to choose movable type!

Engraving books is a sacred thing. Anyone who can choose rigidity will not choose movable type.

The reason is also very simple: the things printed in movable type look dull and boring, and they are just words, without any aesthetic feeling.

Chen Sanli squeezed a smile and said, "Uncle, the booksellers in Jinling City are the smallest three and the largest. I don't know how many dictionaries Uncle is going to print?"

"Fifty thousand copies in advance, follow-up depends on the situation."

Fang Xing is still confident about this dictionary. The first is because he tried to reduce various costs, using movable type and the cheapest paper.

The second is that he compressed those three thousand words of redundant explanations, especially those that are useless to ordinary people, and deleted all the explanations of Fang Xue, but the length is still reduced.

The third is the hot air balloon going up into the sky and thunder and lightning into the ground. Of the two incidents, the first one has spread all over the country, while the second incident is believed to be spread out soon.

With these three advantages, Fang Xing believes that this Fangxue dictionary will surely be able to sell Daming.

"Fifty thousand books!"

Fifty thousand copies are indeed a large printing volume, but Fang Xing kept the cost too low.

Like all business models, the gross profit margin of high-end goods is always surprisingly high, while low-end goods can only sell small profits but quicker sales.

Chen Sanli thought for a while: "Uncle, if there are 50,000 copies, there is no other company in Jinling City that can take over this business alone except for Juwentang."

There is confidence and a faint sense of superiority in these words, suggesting Fang Xing: You have no other way than to find me Chen Sanli for cooperation, so let's negotiate terms.

"Where are you two?"

Fang Xing ignored Chen Sanli, but asked the horse shopkeeper and Qian Qiang.

The shopkeeper Ma and Qian Qiang looked at each other, and said with some anxiety: "Uncle, the little one really can't handle this business alone."

Fang Xing’s business volume is large, and most of the profits will be compressed to a very low level.

After taking over this business, most of the time and energy were spent in it, and other lucrative businesses were difficult to take over.

Not cost-effective!

Seeing the three of them hesitating, Fang Xing took a sip from his teacup. When he was about to rush the people, the knife came in and said, "Master, Master Shang of the Ministry of War is here."

Shang Yun? What is he doing?

"Invite him in."

Shang Yun still had a smile on his face, and as soon as he entered, he bowed and said, "Uncle Xinghe, the officer is ordered to come."

Chen Sanli and the others hurriedly got up and stood aside. If Fang Xing said that Fang Xing was polite to meet them, then after Shang Yun arrived, a honorable person and an official had no place for them.

"Uncle Xinghe, Master Shangshu ordered an official to come, and wanted to give the Fangxue dictionary to the next, printed by our Ministry of War."

Shang Yun glanced at Chen Sanli and the others, and said with a smile.

Fang Xing's heart moved. Since he treated Jin Zhong, the two have never contacted again. He thought that everyone would be like this in the future, but he didn't expect Jin Zhong to know his plight with insight and help directly.

The shopkeeper Ma and Qian Qiang were dumbfounded when they heard the news.

The Ministry of Defense intervened in this matter, and their hesitation just now seemed ridiculous.

Only Chen Sanli, who knew everything about the printing industry in Jinling, knew that the Ministry of War was bound to be inexhaustible.

In Jinling City, the most powerful person is the Superintendent of Rites, and the Ministry of Rites is underneath. The Ministry of War prints that poor thing a year, so does it dare to take over 50,000 copies of the business?

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Is Lord Jin's body okay?"

"Okay, the adult's body is getting stronger and stronger, and it's better to go up the steps than to go down the office."

Shang Yun smiled and said: "Uncle Xinghe, the lord said that the Ministry of War is not enough craftsmen, but he is sure that he can seconde some people from the Ministry of Households to ensure that the printing of the dictionary will not be delayed."

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Thank you, Lord Jin, for his high justice, this matter is also feasible."

Chen Sanli was dumbfounded when he heard that, you guys are actually engaged in departmental cooperation!

Although the profit of this business is low, it is eye-catching. Once it is taken over, the advertising effect is much better than that of printed words.

Chen Sanli gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle, the little one is willing to take over this business without making money."

"Who is this person? Rude!"

Shang Yun frowned and asked Huang Zhong~www.NovelMTL.com~ This is a clear question! Huang Zhong smiled and said: "This person is the treasurer of Juwentang. Yesterday he refused to print the dictionary, but today he is willing to accept it without making money, which makes me a little confused."

Shang Yun's smiling face disappeared, and he said coldly: "Xing and Bo Wenwu are both complete, what should you do if you dare to slack off his old man's affairs!"

To tell the truth, it was inappropriate for Shang Yun to come forward to vent his anger for Fang Xing, and even a little overwhelming.

But Fang Xing just looked outside blankly, thinking about Shang Yun's intentions in his heart.

Shang Yun has dealt with Fang Xing many times. In the past, he used to skate without leaving his hands, neither close nor alienated.

Such old fritters suddenly changed their attitude and style of painting, so they must have a small abacus.

"Little Guilty"

Chen Sanli regretted his intestines. He wanted to take advantage of Juwentang's largest scale to gain the upper hand in the late bargaining process, but he didn't expect that the old man from the Ministry of War suddenly intervened.

Jin Zhong Ah Jin Zhong! Why didn’t you die last time?

After Shang Yun turned around, the smiling face returned naturally and seamlessly. Huang Zhong was used to this kind of face-changing stunt before in Suzhou Mansion, but Fang Xing felt that Shang Yun's acting skills were too superb and could not match any old drama.

"Uncle Xinghe, the next official was filled with outrage, and he took the liberty to ask for atonement."

Fang Xing looked at this smiling friendly face and said noncommittal: "Bolu, send these three people home."

"Uncle, the younger one is willing to take it at a loss!"

Chen Sanli thought of the disadvantages of losing this business, and cried out heartbroken.

Huang Zhong said coldly: "Don't disturb your uncle, please."

The knife snorted outside, and Chen Sanli left the front hall with regret.

What a great opportunity for publicity! But why am I so obsessed that I want to earn more!