A piece of paper

Chapter 67

Song Baixi was lowering his head and concentrating on calculating. Hearing what the steward said, he nodded his head, but he still couldn't figure it out——Song Baixi did the calculations, and the turnover in the books was pretty good, but the profit and cost were the same, meaning just didn't make money
My mind was full of things, and it was like a gust of wind was blowing past my ears, and it took a long while before the gust of wind really blew into my earholes.

Song Baixi stopped the calculations in his hand, raised his head, "Where is the printing workshop boss Wang in the west of the city?"

The steward shook his head repeatedly and said in a panic, "Boss Wang in the west of the city; Boss Cui in Langqiao Town; and Boss Zhou in Qiaoshang Village can't do it all! Boss Wang signed a contract with Boss Cui and Monk's Printing Company. It’s full, and there’s no time to worry about our small single or two hundred copies. Boss Zhou has now closed his printing business, and returned to the village to buy fields and land, and he’s gone to be a farmer!”

Song Baixi shook his hand, "Add money! Add money to Boss Wang and Cui! Add three letters to a notebook!"

Any more is a loss!
But at this time, you have to do it if you lose money!
Not doing it is a big loss, doing it is a small loss, it depends on which way you lose less!

The steward shook his head with a mournful face, "I don't want to add more money! I added four cents to my wages without authorization, and even promised not to add five cents to the next batch of goods if I did well. Boss Cui even laughed at me."

The steward took a deep breath and imitated that bastard's tone, "You Song Ji searched and searched, and you made three hundred copies in ten days. Guess how many books flowed from Boss Shang's fingers? Hundreds of copies in ten days Where is the knife paper!"

When Song Baixi heard the number, he blurted out, "Why are there so many!"

Just now there was no printing company to help Song Ji print matts, and the manager still had a wry smile on his face, but now when he talks about the great things Chen Ji Zhixing has done, the manager’s face is ashamed, and he has lost all fighting spirit, ".Jing County Jiuzhen The Mengguan private schools in eight towns have signed an agreement with Chen Ji to order long-term tracing red books. Two days ago, Chen Ji’s shopkeeper Xiaohe came in and out at will with the B-shaped plate of Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard. The local schools and private schools also took the initiative to approach Chen Ji to buy tracing books."

The steward added, "In addition, Chen Ji doesn't sell high-quality tracing red books now, but only sells scattered bamboo paper tracing red for a dollar and 110 characters. Many of our customers who step on their feet to buy tracing red books are also shaken."

Zuo is just to practice calligraphy and draw red for children who have just started!

45 texts, eight sheets of exquisite tracing red book; 110 texts, one hundred sheets of slightly rough tracing red paper Those who are really wealthy of course don’t care, but families who still need to tiptoe to buy paper, which one will they choose? The eyes can figure it out!

Song Baixi pursed his lips, his face suddenly turned pale.

He just invested three thousand knives in!
He just cut the [-]-knife coral peach paper into a square red book size!
If no one accepts Song Ji's business, if no one buys Song Ji's tracing red book, these papers can only be sent to the latrine as toilet paper!

It may be too small to be a toilet paper!

Song Baixi opened his mouth, his mind was buzzing, "We... how much bamboo paper do we have in our vault?"

The steward looked flustered!

what time!

Do you still want to follow Chen Ji's ass?
"Young master!" the steward said loudly.

Song Baixi waved his hands repeatedly, signaling him to stop talking, "How about we clear out all the bamboo paper in the warehouse! Make as many as you can! She sells more than 100 Wen, we sell less than [-] Wen! It's the same thing, Who wouldn't want a cheaper one?"

How does this work!
In the same way, the first use is a genius, the second use is a mediocrity, and the third use is a fool!
If profits are further suppressed, will Song Ji still survive? !

Isn't it just posting money to make money?

The old steward was so anxious that he scratched his toes!

After the old owner passed away, these shops were legitimately given to the only son. Unexpectedly, the young owner was too young, too thin-skinned, and obsessed with traveling, drinking and having fun. After a while, the business of the shop plummeted. Maintaining the status quo depends entirely on the foundation laid by the previous old club!

He was also the one who came up with the idea of ​​copying Chen Ji's red book last time. Although it is not authentic, it brought the business in the shop back to life, and also cleared a wave of papers in the warehouse. Chen Ji squeezed out the business of tracing red, who knows that this is happening again now!

How good is this!

The steward looked at the distraught young boss with red eyes, and gritted his teeth -- this method is a bit cheap, but the enemy doesn't care about it so much now!If you want to suffer retribution, call him to stand up!Left and right young masters are a clean sheet of paper, they are asked to do all immoral things!
Steward Song took a deep look at Song Baixi, gritted his teeth, and said, "Young Master, Chen Ji wants to play this trick, and our family is not a coward, so please play with her! We can't fight that witch of the Chen family, and we can't even fight this young girl." Little bastard?"

"These women don't have any other skills, but heresy ways to find folk remedies are amazing!"

"After all, what a big deal a girl can do!"

Song Guanshi left such words behind, and hurried out again.

Song Baixi listened blankly, and was about to stop him, but couldn't.

Three days later, Xian Jin came back from borrowing books from the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard, and met the Star of Hope at the gate of the Mountain Courtyard. Xian Jin smiled and nodded to Chen Jianfang, "Why did you finish school so early?"

Chen Jianfang glanced into the mountain courtyard, pursed his lips and said nothing.

——Sun Shun went back to the mountain courtyard yesterday. It is said that the left eye socket is still swollen, but the eyeball is fine.If so, Master Qiao also took Bao Yuan to Chuzhou Mansion, and drank two cups of orchid incense in Sun Shun's father's teahouse, so that the matter was revealed.

Sun Shun didn't dare to move Bao Yuan, but it didn't mean he didn't dare to blame Xian Jin.

Chen Jianfang didn't say these words to Xian Jin, and just smiled, "In a few days, the county government will requisition the site of Shanyuan for the exam, and school will end early these days, so we need to make room for the county."

Xian Jin said "Oh", picked up the cloth bag, and walked forward.

Chen Jianfang glanced at the heavy bag, which showed the thickness of several tomes, and asked, "Is it heavy? Do you want me to carry it?"

Xian Jin deliberately picked up the cloth bag, exerted all his strength on his arms, a small lump of muscle was hidden under the dung beetle-colored jacket, and shook his head repeatedly, "This little thing can also be called Shen? I finished my Baduanjin practice in the morning, and I still have to follow Dong Guanshi Do a set of Tiger Fist!"

Chen Jianfang: "..."

It turned out to be the female Wu Song who went up the mountain to fight tigers. He was disrespectful and disrespectful, so he was talking too much.

Xian Jin also talked about the small thesis arranged by Mr. Qiao Shan, ". After looking through it, there are many books and articles on history. First, he attributed the leap in thinking to ghosts and gods—thinking about it, and then rethinking it. If you think about it but you can’t understand it, ghosts and gods will understand it; followed by boasting that you have worked hard to see the flesh-you can see the flesh when you go to the skin, you can see the bones when you go to the flesh, and you can see the marrow after the bone. Anyway, it depends on whether people are smart or not It's okay"

Xian Jin babbled on all the way, before he finished speaking, he just turned the corner when he heard the bustling voices at the door of the shop.

"Money back, money back—"

"Money back, money back—"

"No paper made by the daughter of a concubine!"

"Using the cheap papers handled by the daughter of a concubine, no one can pass the imperial examination! Ah bah!"

Xian Jin's face froze, he stopped talking, and his steps were breezy, and he saw seven or eight men dressed as scholars surrounded the door of the shop, holding up the wooden sign of "refund" and "refund", talking nonsense.

Li Sanshun took the Tuesday dog ​​and several Zheng's leg pendants, flushed with anger, and stood at the door with his arms crossed to block the way.

Director Dong blocked Suo'er behind him, and stood behind the counter with a serious face.

Everyone is quite calm.
Xian Jin was relieved.

This kind of gathering of people to make trouble, the most fearful thing is that conflicts will be aroused. If you are not afraid of causing trouble, you are afraid of bleeding from your own people.

and many more.

Xian Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, and took a closer look.

In the crowd of men raising signs in front of the shop to make trouble, there was a figure, it was dear Bo'er—Bo'er was jumping up and down, waving his hands and scolding, "Paper is paper! Paper can't choose its own origin, but people can." Yet?!"

"Several young students in our Qingcheng Mountain Academy are using Chen Ji's tracing red book! The classwork is very good! Xiao Junning took the exam every month, and the exam last month, and he was at the top of the list!"

"I know the shopkeeper! No one is smarter than her!"

"Come on, come on! Everyone shout with me! Use smart people's paper and take the top test! Use smart people's paper and take the top test!"

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