Datang male nanny

Chapter 145 A Disaster Without a Reason

After returning to the Taiji Palace, Li Zhi went to the Taiji Palace to discuss matters with the ministers.

Li Zhi let Wu Meier go by being busy, and let the preoccupied her go to her own affairs.

Wu Meier came to the bedroom in a hurry, and started yelling before entering the door.

"Guan Po, where are the account books sent by Baoyuanzhai this morning?"

The housekeeper who was guarding the door hurriedly responded, "Your Majesty, it's in your study."

"Bring me to see!"

The weather was fine today, and Wu Meier rushed back from the palace again, already sweating a little.

She simply sat at the stone table under the gazebo in the yard.

Someone carefully placed a thick cushion on the stone bench there.

Wu Meier sat down, her butt didn't feel cold either.

Someone brought her red dates and lotus seed soup and put it on the stone table.

Wu Meier pinched the edge of the small bowl, put it to her mouth, raised her neck and poured down the whole bowl of sweet soup.

At this time, the housekeeper also fetched the account books.

Wu Meier hastily opened it and examined it carefully.

The first dozen or so pages are all the income of this month's Baoyuanzhai.

The daily number is not only huge and impressive, but also the income is increasing every day because new products are constantly being launched.

This made Wu Meier very pleased.

Such a beautiful income made her feel that her original decision was completely correct.

If it weren't for her foresight and unique insight, such a profitable business would have run away long ago and been taken over by others.

After all, Ni Tu is a good way to make money, and he is like a god and devil, able to know what kind of fashion these powerful scholars and girls like to pursue.

Every time he makes a new gadget, it must become a hit.

It also makes Baoyuanzhai become a luxury brand that the rich and powerful can't catch up with.

When every novelty item is placed on the counter of Baoyuanzhai, it will often become a treasure that everyone rushes to buy.

Often, it is still not available.

The more they can't get it, the more they praise Baoyuanzhai's things to the sky.

What is this called? Ni Tu once said that this is hunger marketing.

Baby, it's so easy to get, those who rely on day and night to queue up or buy treasures from scalpers at the gate of Baoyuanzhai at a high price, what is there to be surprised about.

It was clearly marked on the account books that the "scalpers" at the gate of Baoyuanzhai were actually hired by Baoyuanzhai.

The profit turned out to be several times the counter price.

"This kid, spend money with white money and black money, you can make any kind of money, just don't make blood money!"

Wu Meier has grown fond of Ni Tu, who is full of weird things.

She likes smart people.

Especially people like Ni Tu who have the ability to make money but are not greedy for power.

Although such a talent has no desires or needs.It is his desire not to go against his will and let him be a merchant honestly.

Look, he is now thinking of meeting a shop for ordinary scholars called "Zhang Guolao"?Why not Ni Guolao, Li Guolao, but Zhang Guolao?Isn't it good to be called Wu Guo Lao?

Wu Meier thought for a while, and decided to forget it.

It feels good to be a mysterious invisible behind-the-scenes proprietor.

Ni Tu asked himself if he wanted to invest in the new store?
Invest, why don't you vote for such a profitable business?
That little money is not only the interest for two months in Baoyuanzhai.

"allow!"

Wu Meier picked up a pen and signed the plan.

Smart people are good!If you have many ideas, you will make a living.

Who said good ideas are worthless.

Wisdom can be exchanged for money.

Isn't what Ni Tu is doing now?

With this Baoyuanzhai brand that is making hundreds of dollars every day, your own small coffers will be enriched.

She is in the palace, and she is still a Zhaoyi at present, neither up nor down.In order to be able to stabilize those who are jealous of him and prevent them from doing bad things behind their backs, they can only stop their mouths with gold and silver.

The large sum of expenses was originally expected to be squeezed out by the Holy Majesty through other means. Not only is the amount limited, but the operation is quite troublesome, and if it goes wrong, it will become an excuse for those people.

With the small treasury of Baoyuanzhai, it will be much more convenient to do things in the future.

Some bold ideas in the past can be realized with the help of Baoyuanzhai's interest.

Wu Meier regretted that Ni Tu did not come to Chang'an a few years earlier, let alone let Baoyuanzhai appear a few years earlier.

That year, when His Majesty was still the crown prince, he was weak and weak. If he had paid to raise troops for His Majesty at that time, he would have been rewarded by now, and he would have been conferred the title of Empress.

The past cannot be changed, so put your regrets on your ambitions and make good things even better.

Wu Meier flipped through the account books while thinking, and the numbers in front of her suddenly became several times larger than all the previous ones, becoming extremely huge.

"Huh? What kind of novelty is this? It turns out that a day's work can make more money than half a month's work."

Wu Meier raised her eyebrows and looked up.

Suddenly, Wu Meier's eyebrows stood up.

"What! On the 500th, the Yang family came to blackmail you today, threatening violently that someone in the capital is going to kill you, blackmailed away [-] taels of silver, handed over in cash, and all the shop assistants are witnesses."

"On the eighth day, the Niu family sent dozens of people to beat up the guests, and the clerk reported it to Jingzhao Mansion. His Excellency the chief minister, Wei, came and said in private that this matter needs money to talk about, otherwise, these dignitaries will not let it go. Many shops were made unable to make a living by their group, and they closed down. Helpless, I paid 600 taels of silver, and it’s over.”

"On the 800th, Shaolang of the Feng family led people directly to the backyard, blocked the door, and asked for [-] taels..."

Wu Meier's eyes sparkled.

All the hard-earned money is being fed to the dogs!
In less than a month, almost 2000 taels of silver were sent out for no reason.

Why do you work so hard to earn a living? It's all for them.

Really couldn't stand it anymore, Wu Meier directly threw the account book on the stone table.

"So that's what Ni Tu was talking about... This is not a big deal, it's a catastrophe!"

Wu Meier paced back and forth anxiously.

Seeing that she was like an ant on a hot pot, Guan Po frowned, glanced at the account book on the table, let out a soft ah, then rolled her eyes, and waited on her side.

"Guan Po, what do you think?"

Wu Meier saw the situation just now, and hurriedly asked.

"Madam, there is a saying in my old slave's hometown, which says, 'The barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes, the naked is not afraid of wearing trousers, the dumb is afraid of being sloppy, and the sloppy is afraid of death'. The old man thinks that the treatment of these rogue It is like walking on the street and someone is accidentally bitten by a dog. You can't lie down on the ground and bite the dog back. You can either beat the animal to death with a stick, or find your own The hounds came and killed that wretched dog."

Wu Meier heard this, nodded her head, and said, "Go and get Xu Jingzong to me."

　The good plot and the outline of the plan made me excited.But I don't want to write anymore.In today's online literature world, if you don't use it, what else can there be?Xiaoxiao hates cheating, and thinks that the plot is passable, but the results are so dismal that they are not as good as in previous years.No exposure, few readers, poor income.What recommendation tickets, what rewards, what monthly tickets, almost zero?Let's drink northwest wind at the end of the month!It is gold, who is willing to bury it?Maybe one day everyone will choose to go on strike, just change the name and publish the physical book, anyway, there are still quotas for manuscripts in the publishing house.

　　
　
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