If the silver bills cannot be redeemed, it means that the red envelopes cannot be issued, the payment for goods cannot be made, and the raw materials cannot be ordered...
It was a big blow to Chenji in terms of personnel, finance, market, etc.
If it were normal, she could not exchange it, and she could carefully appreciate the appearance of the ancient large-denomination banknotes...
At the end of the year!
She dreams of playing mahjong. The player above her has a gold ingot, the player opposite her has a silver ingot, and the player below her has a string of money.
She wandered around, taking advantage of all three, and was happily reeking of money.
Xianjin was so anxious that he personified money, but there was no sign of it on his face. He even got up in the morning and did a set of Eight Section Brocade in the courtyard - one of the allowed activities for congenital heart disease patients.
When Manager Dong came in with brisk steps, he saw Xianjin wearing a loose-fitting, double-breasted beige coat, old black cloth shoes, and a dark brown wooden hairpin on his head. There was also a steaming tea cup on the stone bench beside the table.
Manager Dong was stunned.
He seemed to see the old but vigorous boss Wang from the business next door...
After experiencing famous battles such as making a fortune out of nothing and using a pen to poke a hole in the guild hall, Manager Dong tacitly agreed to Xianjin taking over Chen Fu's duties.
After seeing Xianjin boxing with great energy, this acknowledgment instantly soared to a peak.
"What's wrong?"
Xianjin retracted his fists, put them together at his waist, and then exhaled after his qi sank into his dantian.
More...more like...
Manager Dong shook his head and said, "I went to the ticket office to ask, and they said I can withdraw the money in advance, but based on Manager Zhu's credit..."
Consider the wording.
In ancient times, having bad credit was a disaster.
But I really can't find the words to vaguely understand it.
Manager Dong then changed the subject and said, "The bank wants to charge us a monthly interest rate of nearly 4 percentage points."
As expected.
Well… just like in modern times, if you have a fixed deposit in a bank and suddenly want to withdraw it, the bank cannot agree to it. Who knows where the bank has moved the money? It may be buying oil in the Middle East, or it may be working hard in the virtual market to mine Bitcoin.
Once your money is in the bank, it is no longer entirely yours.
I understand the principle, but... four points?
Xianjin just wanted to call the police.
In modern times, if the annual interest conversion rate exceeds 24%, or 2 percentage points per month, it is considered usury and is not protected by law.
The official ticket number here has an interest rate of four points.
Xianjin cursed in his heart with an expressionless face, "Damn lawless feudal dynasty!"
One thousand taels, one month's interest is forty taels.
It is not even the first month of the lunar year yet. If they want to withdraw the cash now, they will lose 280 taels and only get 720 taels.
However, the monthly profit of the workshop in Jing County was only fifty taels.
This is a loss of nearly 30%!
Xianjin picked up the tea bowl and took two sips with restrained attitude.
Judging from the current situation of the workshop, do they really have the confidence to bear the inexplicable loss of 280 taels?
"Withdraw silver?"
Manager Dong was anxious. "The bank will close on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month and reopen on the 15th of the first lunar month. We don't have much time left."
"Is Master Li Sanshun back?"
Xianjin put down the tea bowl.
Manager Dong nodded and said, "He will be back tomorrow. He has always wanted to pay his respects to the Third Master."
"Where is the Third Master?" Xianjin frowned.
Manager Dong felt depressed.
Well, that’s all self-explanatory.
This love brain is either eating and drinking or defecating and urinating.
"Tie up the Third Master..." Xianjin swallowed the word "tie up", "invite the Third Master to the shop."
Xianjin asked again, "Wine? Or tea?"
Manager Dong didn't understand.
This spy that Old Madam Qu brought in will need a few more years of training before he can become the chief assistant.
Xianjin patiently asked, "Does Master Li Sanshun like to drink wine? Or does he like to drink tea?"
Manager Dong thought for a moment and said, "Tea! Top paper-making masters cannot drink too much. If they drink too much, their hands will shake, and the paper will be uneven when they scoop it out."
He laughed again, "Yesterday when I went to the shop, I saw several patinated tea whisks, tea strainers, tea ladles, and tea spoons. Master Li must be an expert."
Well, although I can't be the general assistant, I can still be a competent secretary to the general manager.
Xianjin nodded, thinking of the popularity of tea art and the elegance of tea-making during the Song Dynasty, and said, "Find an elegant teahouse by the Tianhuang River, move two small red clay stoves, prepare some salted peanuts, small yellow oranges, red dates, and three boxes of cakes, bring the tea collected by the Third Master, and invite a master of tea opera. Book Tianxiang Tower in the evening, prepare a good table, and invite everyone to come."
"The bill will be paid from the public funds."
The budget should be controlled at one tael and one qian, or seven hundred and seventy yuan?
Nowadays, even if you set up a fire and make tea by the river, it won’t cost less than a thousand, right?
"If there is an overspending, I will write a receipt and use it from the Third Master's private account." Xianjin thought to himself, "When I make money, I will immediately pay it back to the private account."
If an enterprise wants to grow bigger, it must not confuse public accounts with private accounts.
In her previous life, after she had her Nth surgery, the finance lady from her father’s company came to see her. To make her laugh, she said in an exaggerated manner, “… guess what’s the most outrageous account I’ve ever seen?”
"It's written in the account details that I rented a house for my boss's lover for 4,300 yuan!"
"Oh my god! I ran away! I was afraid that if I didn't run, the boss would go in first and I would be the next one!"
She couldn't stop laughing.
Half a year later, I heard that the company went bankrupt.
What a sad story.
After Manager Dong repeated the story and left, Xianjin changed into a pair of coarse cloth shorts and hurried to the workshop, where he met Chen Fu at the door.
"Didn't you eat?"
Xianjin shook his head.
Chen Fu held two oil-soaked paper buns in his hand and handed them to Xian Jin, "...I guess you didn't eat! Xiao Daoxiang's scallion pork buns are delicious!"
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