Xianjin did as he said and stayed in the box on the second floor of Changqiao Hall for five consecutive days.
On the first day, only one person came, from a restaurant called "Xiaodaoxiang" in Jingxian City. On the receipt was Zhu Ganglie's name "Zhu Gangli" written in a flamboyant manner.
Xianjin:...
She is really good at calculating and predicting the future.
"Manager Zhu came to our place for three drinks and paid two hundred yuan on credit. Chen's people are not likely to default on their debts, so we have never asked for payment..."
The man was only fifteen or sixteen years old, a fair-faced young man, and timid. "But my father was sick a few days ago, and the restaurant couldn't open, so my mother searched through boxes and cabinets to find this certificate..."
commit a sin.
What a sin!
Xianjin's face turned cold and he was as stiff as a washboard. He took the receipt from the young man with both hands, calculated the usurious interest rate of 2 percentage points per month to him, signed the bill and handed it to Mrs. Zhang. Mrs. Zhang took out a small scale, took out the change, and handed it to the young man with both hands.
"Hurry up and get a doctor and some medicine for your father."
Xianjin said sincerely, "I'm sorry, we're late."
The boy's eyes suddenly turned red. He took the change in one hand and handed the receipt to Xianjin in the other.
With the success of "Xiaodaoxiang", more and more people came on the second and third days. There were small vendors in Jingxian who were owed money by Chenji, unlucky buyers who ordered paper but were rejected by Chenji, and many more who ordered first-class products but received not good enough...
As long as you have real proof, all will be paid!
As long as the buyer thinks the goods are not as described or not as claimed, then please bring the remaining paper over and we will immediately refund the full amount. If the paper has been used up, just show the receipt of purchase and we will immediately send Mrs. Zhang back to the shop to get paper of equal quality to replace it!
Nowadays, people who can afford Chen’s will not extort money from you for two pieces of paper.
If people are still willing to come and complain or request a replacement, it means they still have some trust in your brand.
If you are truly disappointed, just put him on the blacklist and don’t even think about taking a penny out of his bag again.
This is Jing County!
In the ten-mile-long street, eight families make paper.
It's just that the Chen family started early, and Madam Qu was bold. She quickly expanded several shops at the cost of leaving almost no cash in the account, and with the help of the eldest master of the Chen family, her business was bigger than those small workshops.
If we really say that the quality of paper makes a huge difference, it’s actually not that bad.
Ordinary people cannot afford the products that are truly different and can demonstrate the Chen family's excellent papermaking technology.
It's like this when selling things. The goods at the top of the pyramid are bought by people at the top of the pyramid and basically do not flow into the market; the people at the bottom make small profits but quick turnover and earn hard-earned money; the profit and input-output ratio in the middle is the strongest, and it is also a battleground for strategists.
What’s more, the Chen family sells paper.
Who needs paper these days?
Scholar.
Those who can afford to support a scholar at least have some surplus food at home.
This is the middle of the market.
Judging from the situation in the past five days, the Chen family is almost offending the entire middle market by selling inferior goods as good ones!
Not to mention the market entrance - the raw material supplier, the three-inch-high bill of overdue payments roughly adds up to more than 500 taels of silver, the longest overdue payment lasted for three years! The smallest overdue payment was only two taels of silver!
Two taels of silver!
You are still dragging your feet on the two taels of silver!
Why don't you just die! Damn capitalism!
Xianjin and Manager Dong settled the day's accounts until the early morning every day, and continued to reconcile the accounts with dark circles under their eyes the next day. The silver in the tray gradually ran out.
Manager Dong didn't even know how to use an abacus. He moved the twenty pitiful little sticks here and there, complaining to Xianjin with a sad face, "... eight hundred taels of silver, one hundred taels for the six shop assistants, six hundred and thirty-one taels and eight cents for the outstanding debts, one hundred and forty-five taels and one cent for the refunds, and the rest... the rest..."
Xianjin leaned back, weakly, "I owe seventy-six taels and nine cents."
This money was paid from the cash on the workshop's account.
These days, Xianjin finished work in the early morning and went back to the shop to collect the cash on the account.
I have never seen such a pitiful account.
A shop with seven or eight employees had only seventy-eight taels of silver on its books.
After filling the gap of Changqiao Guild Hall, Chenji, a private enterprise in Jing County that has prospered for 30 years, has expanded beyond the towns and villages and entered the cities, and is known as the twin beauties of Jing County together with Qingcheng Academy. Currently, there is one tael and one cent of cash on the books.
Quite auspicious.
Xianjin seriously suspected that the wonton shop next door had more cash in its account.
How much is one liang and one qian? Seven hundred and seventy yuan.
Manager Dong was almost laughing out of anger, his eyes drooped, the corners of his mouth curled up, "In ten days or so it will be the first month of the lunar year, the annual tax, the red envelope for New Year's Eve, the rent for the house next year, the pestle and wood hammer that the workshop needs to replace every year... Roughly speaking, it will cost at least several hundred taels..."
The house of Chen Ji Paper Shop is actually rented?
Is this Chen Ji’s base camp?
The Chen family didn’t buy the old position?
Xianjin raised his eyebrows.
Manager Dong quickly caught the change in Xianjin's expression, maintained a wry smile, and said cryptically, "...that shop is the private property of the government office and cannot be bought or sold."
Xianjin: Oh.
Another form of tax.
It is this "tax" that directly benefits the officials in the local government office.
This has to be paid.
Merchants must be sensible so as not to be ripped off.
Xianjin frowned, flipped his hand and stood the abacus upright, and the abacus beads fell one by one. Xianjin changed the direction of the abacus, and the abacus beads fell on the other side again.
You know what, this sound is quite relaxing.
Manager Dong was depressed. "Don't worry too much. The old lady sent the Third Master to Jing County. She won't really force him into a desperate situation... It's just a matter of a few hundred taels of silver. Ask the Third Master to write a letter and ask the mother and son to be soft. How much money can't you get?"
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