In the Southern Song Dynasty, I competed with Mongolia for the world

Chapter 603 Ways to Make Money

As the father and son were discussing this, they heard footsteps outside.

"Sir, I am Zhao Yurui from Dinghai Wharf, and would like to see you, Sir."

"Let him in." Qi Shan sat on the golden horse.

After a while, Zhao Yurui came in carrying mooncakes and wine.

Qi Wei had sharp eyes. When he saw the wine, which was only worth a dozen yuan, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

The small flags and the general flag below came over, and everyone of them brought a 200-yuan bottle of Maotai liquor.

Damao liquor was the hard currency in the Yuan Dynasty officialdom.

"Zhao Yurui greets the captain, Qi Bantou." Zhao Yurui bowed to the father and son.

Then put the mooncakes and wine on the small table next to it.

"Zhao Yurui, I rarely see you. What are you doing here?" Qi Shan glanced at the wine and was very angry. You brought this kind of wine to my house? Even dogs wouldn't drink it.

"Nothing, it's just that it's almost the holidays, and I remembered what my father said before he passed away, that Captain Qi had always taken good care of my father, and Rui also regarded Captain Qi as his uncle, so I came here to pay my respects."

You are so shameless, who are your uncles? Qi Wei laughed. He didn't expect Zhao Yurui to be so shameless.

Why didn’t you come before the festival?

"Haha, you are thoughtful." Captain Qi sneered in his heart and was about to say something harsh.

Zhao Yurui reached out and touched the mooncake and said, "This mooncake is specially made for you, Lord Baihu. It is a token of my love."

"Yui Rui will not disturb the centurion."

After saying that, he patted the mooncake and slowly backed away.

"?" The father and son looked at each other. They didn't expect that Zhao Yurui would come over and say a few words and then leave.

Only when they heard the door close did they come to their senses.

Qi Wei endured it for a few seconds, and when he was sure Zhao Yurui was far away, he cursed, "Damn it, you are sick. How dare you send this kind of worthless wine to our house?"

Qi Shan looked at the box of mooncakes calmly and thought, it’s still more than a month away from Mid-Autumn Festival, why is he delivering it to my door so early?
He immediately stood up and walked to the mooncakes.

The mooncake was in an iron box. He lifted the box with force and, boom, the iron box opened.

There is a row of mooncakes inside, but there seems to be something under the mooncakes.

He slowly picked up the mooncake, and his face changed drastically.

"Hold the grass."

The bottom row is full of money.

When Qi Wei heard the voice and came over, his face changed drastically.

Qi Shan was not unfamiliar with money. Every year, the cigarettes and alcohol sent by his subordinates could be sold for some money, basically one or two thousand, and three thousand was the maximum.

Zhao Yurui gave eight thousand in cash.

Cash is obviously more shocking than cigarettes and alcohol.

The key point is that others gave him so many gifts, they must have something to ask of him, but Zhao Yurui came and left without making any requests.

"What does Zhao Yurui want to do? Want to be a small flag?" Qi Wei was incredulous.

Most of the officials in the Yuan Dynasty are hereditary, and there are no vacancies in Qishan's centurions. Even if there are vacancies, Qishan can only promote small flags directly.

When a small flag goes up to the general flag, it needs the approval of the thousand households.

Of course it was impossible to buy a small flag with eight thousand, but it was enough for Qi Shan to leave a good impression on him.

"There is no position in the Hundred Households Office. Zhao Yurui knows it." Qi Shan thought silently: "Lu Tianbao, the oldest, will retire in two years. His son is still waiting to take over. How can it be Zhao Yurui's turn?"

Qi Wei smiled: "Who cares? If he dares to give it, we dare to accept it."

Eight thousand is not a lot, but it is not a small amount either.

Qi Shan nodded, and he talked to his son for a while. After a while, he returned to his room, picked up the phone and made a call.

"Captain." The person who answered the phone was his subordinate, Zheng Dezhi, the general commander.

"East Pier Flag Office, what's going on recently?"

"I haven't heard of anything?" Zheng Dezhi touched his head, thinking that something big had happened, but after thinking about it, it was nothing.

"Is it really okay?"

"It's really nothing, sir. How dare I hide something from you?"

"Well, I'm glad you're okay." Qi Shan thought for a moment and suddenly said, "I remember there was a Zhao Xiaoyong before, was he from the Xiaoqi Office at Dongmatou?"

"Zhao Xiaoyong passed away due to illness, and his son Zhao Yurui took over." Zheng Dezhi was a smart man, and his ears pricked up immediately when he heard this. What did the lord mean by this?
"Oh, it turns out I remembered it wrong. It's okay, it's okay." Qi Shan hung up the phone.

Zheng Dezhi had a thoughtful expression on his face.
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Zhao Yurui walked slowly on the way home, thinking about two things in his mind: one was making money, and the other was getting promoted.

The Yuan Dynasty officialdom was full of corruption, and the vast majority, almost 70% of the positions, were hereditary.

Zhao Yi used this method to win over officials all over the world.

So if you want to move up, you have to have a position.

Of course he knew that the Hundred Households Office was now overcrowded.

Unless some small flag dies suddenly or something like that.

Moreover, there are ten small flag offices under Dinghai Baihu Office, and the ones with the best location and the most money are those near the docks and commercial streets.

Their small flag station at East Wharf can be ranked among the top three.

Zhou Guomin in their office is a piece of trash, corrupt, greedy, and incompetent. The dock is in chaos and there are fights every day.

He only knows how to arrest people, impose fines and reap benefits.

Whenever he encounters difficulties, he pushes them to honest people like Zhao Yurui.

Do we have to get rid of Zhou Guomin?

Zhao Yurui thought about it for a while and immediately decided to find a way to get Zhou Guomin down.

Of course, this cannot be rushed.

He left his name in front of Qi Shan today, which left an impression. Next time he gives it to Qi Shan, the impression will definitely be deepened and his favorable impression will gradually grow.

Chinese people are like this. They need to move around more often to get out of their emotions. If they are more generous, Qi Shan will definitely help them at the critical moment.

After a while, Zhao Yurui returned home.

My home is a small courtyard left by my father, which is about 200 square meters and has two buildings, a three-story main building and a two-story auxiliary building.

If this were placed in the capital, it would be considered a courtyard house in later times, but it is nothing in Dinghai.

Currently, people have no idea about school district housing, so housing prices are very stable and cannot be hyped up for the time being.

The family also has sixty acres of land, which is rented out to others.

Then there was some cash left, plus the five thousand given by Lao Zhu, he still had sixteen thousand yuan.

That's all his assets.

You have to make money. Only with money can you bribe your boss and have the opportunity to climb up.

If we can capture the Prime Minister or a local general, we will have a chance, haha.

The Yuan Dynasty is in such a state that it is even worse than the late Yuan Dynasty under Kublai Khan. It will be destroyed sooner or later. Instead of letting others destroy it, I might as well do it myself.

How to make money?
Zhao Yurui walked back and forth in the yard, thinking frantically about ways to make money.

Because of the Yuan Dynasty he founded, many things that later generations have are now available.

Soap, perfume, liquor, glass, etc., nothing is missing.

There really isn't much that can allow him to innovate.

Zhao Yurui racked his brains and thought about it, but couldn't think of anything that could make money.

at this time.

"Bang, bang, bang" someone came knocking on his gate.

"Yu Rui, Yu Rui."

Zhao Yurui was stunned for a moment, and quickly recalled the voice in his mind.

My cousin Zhao Yusheng.

He is one of the few relatives left in Dinghai. The two have a good relationship and have played together since childhood.

Zhao Yusheng works on the farm at home, and Zhao Yurui's sixty acres of land are all managed by his cousin, which is equivalent to spending money to support this cousin.

Creak, he stepped forward and opened the door.

Zhao Yusheng is tall and strong, and looks strong and powerful.

"There's a new karaoke bar on the street. Do you want to go sing tonight?"

Damn, there's karaoke now? Zhao Yurui secretly cursed herself, you invented too many things in your previous life, why don't you leave some for me to use in this life?

He didn't want to go at first, but suddenly an idea flashed in his mind that this might be a way to make money.

"Walk."

I followed Zhao Yusheng out of the house. Not long after I went out, I saw four or five young men squatting on the side of the road.

When everyone saw Zhao Yurui, they all stood up and called out respectfully, "Master."

"Zhao Tou."

Some are called Dongjia, and some are called Zhaotou.

Zhao Yurui then remembered that many of the young men were tenants of their family.

Even though Zhao Yurui was doing like shit in Xiaoqi, she was still pretty awesome when she returned home.

These people are considered his followers.

The main reason is that Zhao Yurui used to be very honest and he didn't oppress anyone, so everyone had a good influence on him.

Of course singing requires a lot of people, and Zhao Yusheng called seven or eight people today.

"Let's go together." Zhao Yurui also waved his hand, looking very excited.

Along the way, he slowly observed several people and secretly wrote down their names.

In the past, Zhao Yurui didn't know how to observe and couldn't tell the good from the bad of these people, but as long as Zhao Yurui thought about the past and observed more, he would soon know who can be used and who cannot.

Walking all the way to the newly opened 'Plum Blossom Karaoke Hall', Zhao Yurui had a deeper influence on Lin Bin and Ma Gang among the crowd.

Lin Bin truly respects Zhao Yurui. Ma Gang is very strong and is said to be good at fighting. In fact, he has helped Zhao Yurui fight people. Most importantly, he has some brains.

When they stood in front of the "Meihua Karaoke Hall", Zhao Yurui looked at the simple facade and was speechless.

There was no door at all, just a big blackboard on the side with "Meihua Karaoke Hall" written on it. There was no young lady outside, and after entering, I saw a woman about thirty years old.

This woman is the proprietress of this place, and everyone calls her Sister Meihua.

Sister Meihua’s husband used to do this. He first ran a karaoke bar in the county, but he was unlucky and died in a car accident five years ago.

Sister Meihua took over her husband's job, renovated the store, changed its name, and opened a new store.

"Hey, Captain Zhao, welcome." Sister Meihua knew the Jinyiwei, not to mention her neighbors Zhao and Rui, although these neighbors were three streets away.

"Are we here early?" Zhao Yurui then remembered that he hadn't eaten dinner yet. It was already past five o'clock, so it was too early for him to come and sing.

"Sing and eat at the same time. Fast food is provided here."

"..." What kind of KTV is this? Zhao Yurui was very upset.

Once inside, it was even simpler.

A big-bellied black and white TV, two microphones, a loudspeaker, and a machine similar to the Subor with a tape on it for requesting songs.

But the songs I ordered had no images of people, only mountains, rivers, flowers and plants, and only the lyrics, no people in sight.

Zhao Yurui asked them to sing a few songs first, the styles of which were similar to those from the 1970s and 1980s in their previous life.

Although it’s quite old, after listening to a few songs, it feels a bit like going back to a previous life.

Zhao Yurui had no intention of plagiarizing the song, because there were not many stars in that era, and all the stars were national actors of the Yuan Dynasty.

All I get is basic salary.

He just copied songs and had no chance of becoming famous. Even if he became famous, he would be recruited as an actor of the National Theater and receive a salary and a position.

He listened silently for a while and walked outside alone.

Sister Meihua was counting the bill at the bar with a bitter face. From her expression, you could tell that business was not good here.

The price at the Plum Blossom Karaoke Hall is ten yuan an hour, which means fifty yuan for five hours. How much is the monthly salary now?
How much can ordinary people earn by playing?
They also run fast food businesses and sell boxed lunches, and they probably earn more than they do from singing.

"Sister Meihua." Zhao Yurui came forward.

"Tou Zhao." Sister Meihua smiled as soon as she saw him: "Why are you going in to play? Your meal will have to wait a while. It's still cooking."

"How's business?" Zhao Yurui looked at her as he spoke.

Sister Meihua actually looks pretty good, with a slender figure and fair skin. She's just a little older, and looks very mature, not youthful enough.

"Business is not good. There are three shops on one street." Sister Meihua immediately complained.

But the key point is that business is not good. Ordinary people come to play but don’t spend much money, and rich people don’t like it much either. They can just sing at home.

"How much can you earn in a month now?" Zhao Yurui asked.

"I made a shitty profit. I just opened my business last month and lost 1,800 yuan in 12 days."

"If this continues, we'll be left with nothing."

"That's impossible. You own the shop and don't have to pay rent, so how can you still lose money?"

Sister Meihua immediately calculated everything with him. The labor, water, electricity, and chef costs nearly five thousand a month.

After doing all the calculations, it seems like I'll be losing money.

"Since you are losing money, how about this? You transfer it to me and I will do it. I will give you 5,000 yuan every month." Zhao Yurui said suddenly.

“?” Sister Meihua stared and looked Zhao Yurui up and down. She didn’t expect that Zhao Yurui suddenly wanted to do this business.

"Is Zhao Tou going to resign?"

"Of course not. If I get a job to earn money, the salary is barely enough to support myself, so how can I get married in the future?"

"Hahaha, I'll help you find it. We have whatever you want."

"Don't talk about this. Will you turn around?"

Sister Meihua’s eyes immediately rolled around.

Five thousand a month sounds like a lot, but she had invested tens of thousands in the renovation in the early stage, and also bought equipment, totaling more than 700,000 yuan.

In this era, hundreds of thousands of dollars is considered a huge sum of money.

How many years will it take to get a payback?
"Can you turn losses into profits?" Sister Meihua asked carefully.

"Don't worry about it. The loss is mine. Will you turn around?"

Sister Meihua rolled her eyes: "No."

"." Zhao Yurui.

"But if you are willing to partner with me, I agree." Sister Meihua said with a smile: "If you have the ability to help me turn losses into profits, I will give you 20% of the shares."

"Fifty percent." Zhao Yurui raised her finger: "I can make you earn at least ten thousand per month."

"Hiss" Sister Meihua stared with an incredible expression on her face.

"Thirty percent."

"Fifty percent."

"Three and a half."

"Fifty percent."

The two of them then bargained for a while, and Zhao Yurui insisted on the 50% limit and refused to give in.

"You look like a dead person." Sister Meihua was furious. She stamped her feet and rolled her eyes at him. "Fifty percent, fifty percent."

Her coquettish behavior gave Zhao Yurui goosebumps.

"But then again, what if I can't make 10,000 a month?"

If Zhao Yurui wants a 50% stake, she has to make 10,000 yuan a month, so the net profit must be at least 20,000 yuan, which also has to include other expenses and operating income, so it must be at least 25,000 yuan.

So Sister Meihua thinks it is very difficult.

(End of this chapter)