Chapter 483 God of Wealth Sister

The success of Muxin Comics Shop is based on quality.

Good wine needs no bush, so even if you open a store in a remote area and adopt the lowest level street vendor model, you can still gain popularity.

But this young man only learned the basics and dared to open a shop!

Hu Xin'er looked at Zhao Si in front of her and saw that he was about to explode with anger, so she said, "You are so young, but you have saved up enough capital to open a shop. I guess you either have someone behind you or you really have some talent for business. So I will teach you reluctantly."

It is said that courtesy comes before force, so she decided to have a friendly exchange with the young man first, and then talk about the specific details of the blackmail.

Zhao Si did not appreciate her kindness, but instead became furious: "You clearly want to humiliate me."

"Oh, then I'll have no choice but to humiliate you reluctantly." Hu Xiner changed her words readily.

When Zhao Si heard her arrogant words, he could no longer bear it and rushed over to argue with her.

Hu Xin'er spoke calmly, "Business is business. What matters is business methods and approaches, not profiteering, or even resorting to methods that reduce product quality to gain profits. Your biggest problem lies precisely in this."

Mu Qing grabbed the excited Zhao Si with one hand.

He whispered, "Study hard."

Zhao Si was restrained and unable to move, and was frightened by Mu Qing's eyes. He could only struggle a few times in frustration and turned his head to cover his ears.

He didn't want to listen to a word Hu Xiner said!

But those words still couldn't help but enter his ears.

Hu Xin'er analyzed, "You think you can sell shoddy goods for a higher price, but customers aren't fools. They can tell the difference between good and bad goods at a glance."

Zhao Si retorted, "Aren't those comic books just as shoddy as the books of sages? How can they not be rubbish? Why can they sell more and more widely than the books of sages?"

"You don't even believe that what you sell is good, so it's no wonder you produce so many counterfeit and shoddy products." After hearing this, Hu Xiner understood the crux of the boy's loss.

She shook her head and said, "Let me ask you, can you read these books by yourself?"

Zhao Si turned his head stubbornly and kept silent.

Hu Xin'er asked again, "Do you think that only your books on sages are the most noble, so you never even read comics, and you only sell books because you think you can make money?"

Zhao Si shouted impatiently, "Right! I just want to make some money. Why do you keep talking to me about this nonsense?"

Hu Xin'er said seriously, "It's because your shop is filled with books from our comic book shop. Even though they're all low-quality, some people are still moved by the plots and characters. They should have higher value, but they've been buried because of you!"

Zhao Si originally wanted to laugh at her for not looking like a businessman at all and only knowing how to talk about feelings, but when he saw her eyes, the sarcastic words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

Hu Xiner pours all her heart and soul into her work and has infinite love for it.

When she talked about this matter, her eyes really lit up. No one could mock her sincerity. Instead, they would feel ashamed because the darkness in their hearts was exposed.

If Zhao Si sold ordinary goods, even if he went bankrupt, Hu Xin'er would not even look at him. At most, she would give him some sympathy because he was good-looking.

However, the comics piled up in the store were all her creations. When she saw them being produced so shoddily, it was like seeing someone abusing their own son. It was hard not to feel angry.

Zhao Si pursed his lips awkwardly and mumbled, "I've seen... a little bit..."

Hu Xin'er felt a little relieved. After all, this wasn't some foolish person who dared to go out and do business without any understanding of the market. "Now that you've seen it, you should understand that these picture books can't really be compared to the books of sages, but they do have their own value, which is that they can bring pleasure and happiness to readers."

Zhao Si didn't refute, but his eyes were full of disdain.

He believed from the bottom of his heart that these things were indeed distracting and low-level, inferior things.

"These picture books aren't high-end, but their quality is even better than ordinary books. That's one of the reasons they're so popular and loved by readers," Hu Xin'er said slowly. "They're like candied fruit. They'll never be as good as a proper meal, but they're also very pleasing. That's what makes them valuable..."

The sketchbook the boy made was like a candied fruit full of worm holes. Who would like it?

As Hu Xiner continued to speak, the boy's thoughts gradually wavered. Although the woman in front of him was not very old, every word she said was simple, easy to understand, and very reasonable.

Unlike the teachers and accountants of the past who could only show off their knowledge and speak in vague and unclear ways, most of the time they could not be applied in reality.

He originally thought that Hu Xin'er was just a fake "master" who liked to teach others, but as he listened, he found that this woman was not as simple as he imagined.

At least when it comes to business, her insights are far more unique and profound than most people.

He gradually became fascinated by what he heard, and the anger in his body was also calmed down. He went from opposing every word Hu Xiner said to carefully comparing and reflecting on the wrong things he had done.

Because he looked down on the picture book industry from the beginning, and thought that people who bought picture books were fools, so he didn't care about the buyers' opinions at all and only cared about making money.

But in the end, he not only didn't make any money, but also got himself into trouble.

Hu Xiner's analogy of candied fruit is extremely vivid. Just imagine, if you open a business selling candied fruit, can you not care whether the candied fruit tastes good or not?

"In short, if you were wholesalers of Mu Xin Comics' comic books and sold them directly to Qingzhou, that would be fine, because the excellent quality would offset the shortcomings of the marketing method. But now..."

Hu Xiner gave the boy a look and let him figure it out for himself.

Zhao Si pondered for a while, and finally said reluctantly: "What you said does make sense, but..."

He looked at the room full of low-quality comics and couldn't help but sigh heavily: "It's too late now. I've already spent all my money on them."

"Why is it too late?" Hu Xiner almost blurted out the solution.

Zhao Si's eyes lit up: "Fairy sister, do you have any good ideas? Tell me!"

"Puff!" Hu Xin'er almost choked on her saliva. "Your expression changes too quickly, doesn't it?"

Seeing her reaction, the young man raised the corner of his lips in a smug manner, then tilted his head and begged, "Fairy sister, no, God of Wealth sister, please teach me~"

"Pa!" Before he could finish his words, he was slapped hard on the back of his head.