A piece of paper

Xian Jin saw that the little girl was sleeping in a daze, with red marks from the creases of clothes on the left side of her face.

Xian Jin's arm was a little sore, so he calmly rubbed his right shoulder with his left hand and said softly, "This is a small paper-making workshop outside Dingzhuang."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a lean old man standing next to the mule cart on the road in the countryside. He stood beside the mule cart and said with a loud voice, "This is Chen Ji recommended by the village chief Cao." !"

Chief Cao is the leader of Xiaocao Village.

Xianjin quickly wiped the corners of Heng Wuniang's mouth, dragged her out of the car, and bowed to the thin old man, "Yes, yes! I am Chen Ji He Xianjin."

Introduced to Heng Wuniang, "This is Dingcuntou in Dingzhuang. The three papermaking workshops behind it all belong to his family."

Introduced to Ding Cuntou, "This is Miss Hengji."

"Big girl" sounds much more domineering than "fifth girl". It sounds like one is the lady in charge who talks about everything, and the other is a poor old lady who wants to get monthly money from her stepmother - outside, face is something you give yourself. of.

Heng Wuniang glanced at Xian Jin, as if she was a little surprised that Xian Jin could tell her her girl's name so directly. She looked sideways and frowned. After a while, Heng Wuniang took a breath and said, "Have a good afternoon, Ding Cuntou, my dear daughter." Hengji. The boss in the ranking, you can call me Hengxi."

Ding Cuntou led the two of them forward while praising them repeatedly, "Both of us have good names, and gold flows into our home like a stream."

Xian Jin nodded in agreement - a very cultured interpretation that smelled like copper.

Along the Bizi Village Road, we went deep into the water, and soon we saw dozens of bundles of green sandalwood bark weighed down by large rocks in the fast-flowing water of the upper reaches of Wuxi River.

Ding Cuntou folded his hands and said with some embarrassment, "Village Chief Cao said you need raw materials. It's just March now, and the green sandalwood bark harvested last year has just been steamed and soaked in water. There really isn't much."

Ding Cuntou scratched the back of his head, "You know, my mother-in-law and I are the only ones working in these workshops. The quantity is really not comparable to that of Chen Ji. Hehe, I'm afraid it's not even enough to fill your teeth!"

"Where's the straw? Is it from Sha Tin?"

Xian Jin glanced at him and turned to ask Ding Cuntou.

Ding Cuntou nodded repeatedly, "The straw and kiwi vine juice are all prepared according to this quantity."

Xianjin has now mastered it to the point where he can estimate the numbers with his eyes. This bit of raw material can probably make about [-] pieces of paper, which is more in line with the production level of the mom-and-pop shop in the village.

Xian Jin smiled and said, "Sixty dollars is not too little, and six thousand dollars is not too much. I want all your green sandalwood bark, straw, and kiwi vine juice for making paper glue. I will follow the rules of sixty dollars, one dollar and six dollars." Do you think the price of a hundred dollars is suitable?"

I directly gave a price for the finished rice paper.

The finished products made by small private workshops are not as good as the paper produced by Chen Kee and Hengji. In terms of quality and experience, it is impossible to sell for Chen Kee's base price of [-] yuan.

Ding Cuntou opened his mouth slightly: Old Cao had told him in advance that as long as Shopkeeper He opened his mouth, no one would suffer.

Not only did he not suffer any loss at this asking price, he even made a huge profit!

This is equivalent to making money without doing anything this year!

It is equivalent to someone buying steamed buns. The buyer buys flour, sugar and ingredients, but gives the price of a steamed bun.
The buyer pays for labor that has not yet been expended.

Ding Cuntou felt that he had taken a big advantage, and continued to rub his hands with embarrassment, "It's suitable! We still have about twenty knives in the library to make plain white ones. The quality can't be compared with Chen Heng, but it can still be obtained." Let’s make something small.”

Xianjin smiled and nodded, turned around and shouted, "Master Dog! Qiqiqi!"

With a wave of his golden hand, the second and third mule carts came out one after another. A dozen young men wearing close-fitting cotton padded clothes, with broad shoulders and broad shoulders, ran towards the river step by step with a sullen face.

Half of the people rolled up their sleeves and trouser legs and went down to the river to fish for green sandalwood bark, while the other half went to the warehouse.Heng Wuniang was dumbfounded and turned to look again.

my darling!
My good boy!

There were three mule carts and a dozen mule carts parked on the narrow rural road! !

What is this for!
This is what to do!
Heng Wuniang is actually a little bit confused.

But I don’t quite believe it.

This is crazy!
Oh my god!
Heng Wuniang opened her mouth to ask something, but her throat seemed to be blocked!
After saying goodbye to Ding Cuntou, Xianjin turned around and walked out with a dozen young adults. As soon as he got in the car, Xianjin crossed his arms and closed his eyes. After about an hour, he arrived at another strange village.

The person who came was a very young woman with her hair tied up in a woman's bun. When she saw Xian Jin, she smiled and saluted, "Is this Mr. Qin's friend Shopkeeper He?"

After a while of greetings, Heng Wuniang saw dozens of bundles of wet green sandalwood bark and straw being loaded onto mule carts.

Until dark, Xian Jin silently ran to more than a dozen villages, loading the mule carts densely and fully.

There is not much real money left.

Heng Wuniang sat in the swaying car, swallowed her saliva, pulled her hair behind her ears with her hands, and smiled, "We are going to buy all the raw materials that can be purchased from the large and small workshops around Xuancheng Mansion. Are you done?"

Xian Jin was drawing on the pamphlet with a soft pen.

Hearing Heng Wuniang's question, Xianjin closed the booklet and smiled, "I'll go to Jingde tomorrow and Shatin the day after tomorrow."

Xianjin put the pamphlet into his arms, and through the small gap in the car curtain that was opened by the wind, he looked at the houses and villages with pink walls and black tiles frame by frame, and then he backed away and said softly,
"The production cycle of rice paper is about one year. Almost all the raw materials on all manufacturers were ordered by various workshops years ago. We can't buy the raw materials directly now."

so.
Only big fish can eat small fish, and small fish can eat shrimps.

They purchased all the raw materials stored by other small workshops this year.

So what else is left for Bai Ji?
That's why, she needs Raheng Ji to join the team.

She is a serious business person and will not engage in the unscrupulous behavior of a monopoly market - if Laheng Ji joins the partnership, it can only be regarded as a joint name, so it is not a monopoly.
Xian Jin smiled.

2 people, [-] pieces of paper, [-] pieces of paper.

So what if Bai Ji gets through to Fu Cheng?
She has the best raw materials, why should Bai Ji compete with her? !
What's more, she has a few more tricks up her sleeve!

This business must be hers, and it can only be hers!
Because there is a high probability that there are greater interests behind this business.

Xianjin's eyes were focused, and his hand firmly pulled the car curtain across with a "swish" sound.

In the study room of Magistrate Xiong of Xuancheng Prefecture, his wife scolded, "Do we have to push Chen Ji up to fight Bai Ji to the death? Wen Wei scrolls push the Bai family, and then the chance of tribute will be given to the Chen family, isn't it? Let a hundred flowers bloom, it's not better than a single family. excellent?"

Magistrate Xiong sipped his tea and wanted to tell his old wife, "You know nothing!"

However, his remaining sanity allowed him to retain a glimmer of vitality.

After a while, Magistrate Xiong spoke in a protracted tone and sighed, "It's very possible that the Wen Wei scrolls and tributes are from the same family."

(End of this chapter)