The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Those who play rogue with Feng Wangshu are all rich businessmen with great wealth.

Regardless of their clothes and face, they all sat on the ground with their hips, and looked at Jiang qianxia with their necks and squint, as if she were a profiteer who squeezed the working people.

Jiang qianxia looked at them foolishly, scratched his head, and looked boundless in the blink of an eye.

"Well... How much money do we have left?"

Boundless said with an expressionless light: "boundless has no ability of Miss Feng Yiyi to remember numbers. The only thing that can be sure is that it is less than 200000."

"If we remove the trivial silver money such as travel expenses and labor expenses for subsequent distribution, we probably can't even leave 100000 runs."

"... we are so poor?!"

Ordinary people, not to mention 200000 Guan, dare to say that they are rich and have a natural and unrestrained life if they can have 200 Guan.

But for these rich businessmen present, they add up to only 200000 yuan. It's almost as bad as a broken bowl when they go out to beg.

A cold sweat came from his back. When he first came to work, the painful memories of not having enough money to eat came out. Jiang qianxia immediately put aside the idea of installing complete tracks and protective facilities in the mining area.

"No, we have to make money. If we don't return some cash, we'll have to drink the northwest wind!"

In a hurry, Jiang qianxia did not forget to scream: "the infrastructure construction of the mining area can be delayed for two years, but before the track and frame anti collapse protection road are laid, the five mining areas can only mine non dangerous shallow veins!"

"You can't go down ten meters, and go down obliquely at a low angle. Everyone should send someone to supervise the work in the mining area. If someone in charge of the area dies because of improper construction, don't blame me for being merciless!"

Feng Wangshu got up, patted the dust on his clothes and said angrily, "we are all business people, not blood sucking insects. How can we let people lose their lives for some gold and silver?"

"Chief shopkeeper, you'd better think about how to make a profit first rather than be careful that we'll take people's lives in exchange for money - big guy, you can't sleep well these days!"

Being looked at by the public, Jiang qianxia suddenly realized that this is not the era when capital determines everything in future generations.

In business, the most important thing is the people under him. Every old man who can stay with him for seven or eight years, or even stay with him all his life, is the root of a shop.

With these people, even if they are down for a while, they also have a chance to make a comeback.

Therefore, businessmen are most interested in the existence of their servants. Even those who prefer scattered sales, such as wanbaoge, take great care of the craftsmen raised under them, let alone others.

Let go, Jiang qianxia embarrassed to shout his uncle, coaxed them to apologize one by one, made them happy, and then began to figure out how to make a lot of money first.

The specialty of Dianzhou is nothing more than rich animal, plant and mineral resources. Mining and refining in the mining area are time-consuming and labor-consuming. Let's not mention it first. Catch the animals. The fur is not as good as that in the north. Now it's a hot day and there is little purchase demand, so we don't consider it for the time being.

Then the one who can think is the plant, or fruit.

Dry people have yellow faces and thin muscles. It's a little that they don't have enough food, but more importantly, they don't supplement enough protein and all kinds of vitamins needed by the body.

I can't afford to eat. Who's rich doesn't buy some rice noodles? Fruit. It's because I have spare money in my hand and happen to meet some big happy events such as my birthday.

Don't you see, all the longevity peaches are kneaded with flour?

Fruit is a rare thing. After all, who doesn't like it? But I can't afford to buy it, I can't bear to eat it, and no one grows it. Only dignitaries can eat some fresh melons and fruits transported by the river from the south.

Summer sacred things like palm sized watermelons can't even be eaten by dignitaries. They are only available in the palace. They are precious things used by the emperor and the queen for human favor and downward reward.

After thinking about it, Jiang qianxia looked at the sky, broke his fingers and said, "there seems to be a lot of fruits in spring and summer?"

"Bananas, pineapples, strawberries, lychees, lemons, loquats, mangoes, pears, apples, cherries... Let's get so many fruits that we can take them out? We don't have to worry about selling them. Even if only officials and gentry of various states buy them, they can be guaranteed!"

"Big shopkeeper, you don't know something."

A middle-aged man who specializes in fruit business smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "in addition to making fresh fruits and dried vegetables, the little old man has also tried dried fruits for a period of time, that is, drying fresh fruits like dried vegetables, so as to facilitate transportation and storage."

"Sun dried fruits often have poor taste and high damage. If you are not careful, they will rot into mud, or they will grow hair. Don't mention selling them to others. I don't dare to eat them myself!"

"Even if you carefully get the dried fruit out, you can't go by water on the road, otherwise it will easily turn into mud, which is more troublesome than fresh fruit transportation."

"Don't mention these. After the little man has worked hard and spent a lot of money to transport the dried fruits to the north, the nobles won't buy them at all! They dislike the ugly appearance and the taste is not as good as the fresh fruits. Finally, they can only sell them to the people who don't dislike them at a low price, but how much can the ordinary people have?"

"That time, the little old man almost scattered the shop. If it weren't for the help of several old friends, he would have to pay for it and go home for dinner..."

The living history of blood and tears was right in front of us. People who had just got a little interested collapsed their shoulders, shook their heads and directly began to think of other ways to make money.

Jiang qianxia looked left and right inexplicably and found that no one questioned?

"... no, you're still not businessmen? Such a small difficulty can be solved with a little brain? What's the difficulty?"

Disliked, Jiang qianxia turned his eyes at everyone. Jiang qianxia looked like a proud little rooster, raised his head, straightened his chest and shook his legs, opened his hands obliquely, and waved to the ghost next to the guard.

Ghost I felt that the master was a little bit hard to beat, but ghost II didn't care. He trotted over with a smile. The dog leg opened a paper bag and carefully rolled it up to reveal the golden banana slices inside.

He grabbed a few pieces and stuffed them into his mouth. Jiang qianxia chewed them crunchy and puffed up a moving bag on his cheek. It was very cute.

"Come and have a taste. I was greedy a few days ago and asked them to get me banana slices. If I say, bananas should be made so that they are delicious, otherwise they taste soft and sticky. Anyway, I don't like fresh bananas."

"It's impossible for adults and children to have snacks like banana slices. I'll tell you, of course, if bananas are made into banana milkshakes, banana pies, banana puddings, etc., in addition to the sweet taste, they are actually a good food."

"Of course, if you want to sell fresh bananas, it's a little troublesome, and don't you think fresh bananas are too weighing? How many kilograms of such banana slices are enough to transport a hundred kilograms of fresh bananas?"