On the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month, light came from the east and the sun rose slightly. Red lanterns with rabbit paper-cuts pasted on them hit the Anhui-style blue bricks as the wind blew. Four or five people by the Tianhuang River carried a dozen wooden boards, several mounted long paintings, and specially made oil-paper umbrellas on their shoulders and hands. Soon they built a shed about five meters long and three meters wide. In the shed, there were a dozen elm boxes of different heights.
The shed is right next to the Tianhuang Creek, and less than a hundred meters away is the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard.
The scholars who came in the morning light couldn't help but stop when they passed by the shed.
"Chen Ji...blind bag?"
A tall mast was erected in front of the shed, with a rolled-up paper hanging on the mast as a cover. In front of the wooden table, a well-made, carved name was erected diagonally, with "Chen's Blind Bag" clearly written on it.
Chen Ji knew it.
Chen's Paper Shop is quite famous.
The paper roll on the sign also understands.
Chen's Paper Shop is selling paper here.
Five or six scholars stood in front of the shed, discussing the term "blind bag".
"Shuowen said, 'blind' means blind, and I personally think this name has a Taoist style. If the heart is dead, it will forget; if the eyes are dead, it will be blind. If a leaf blocks the eyes, the vacuum will be empty..."
"Brother Zhang, what you said is very true! Laozi once said that the five colors make people blind and the five sounds make people deaf. The name of this shop, wow, the more I think about it, the more noble it is."
"That's right, the atmosphere of books is fading away in the market these days, and it's rare to see a good store selling classics. How comforting it is for us!"
Before compiling a passage of sutras, "Brother Zhang," holding a cloth bag for school, asked in a graceful manner, "Excuse me, what is a blind bag?"
Xianjin raised his head from behind the wooden shelf and smiled with his eight white teeth, "I just don't know what we bought. You pay, and I give you a cowhide bag with ten pieces of paper of different colors inside - blind means you can't see what you bought!"
"Brother Zhang":...
That's really blind.
The name of this store is indeed quite white.
"If I can't see what I buy, why should I buy it?" Brother "Laozi Yun" next to "Brother Zhang" asked with a frown.
At first glance, you can tell that “blind box” is a trendy toy!
Haven't you seen that thousands of years later in a different time and space, a group of middle school students with too much money to burn spent money to buy a set of action figures. On the one hand, they tried to control the enemy by chopping their hands, and on the other hand, they bravely charged on every front line of the battlefield to cut leeks...
Xianjin laughed, "The wonderful sound leads to the path, the great way leads to simplicity. The world has changed dramatically, and everything has changed. Do you know where the road ahead is? Is the bright road in the clouds? In the fog? In the rain? In the mountains? If you know everything, wouldn't it be boring?"
Zhou Ergou, who was standing behind him, secretly asked Manager Dong, "What does He the Accountant mean?"
Manager Dong had a blank expression on his face. “What I mean is – don’t worry about it, just buy it.”
Zhou Ergou nodded in admiration, "No wonder he is an accountant."
Even sales promotion is so cultured.
Manager Dong thought of the library in Chen's house that had been turned upside down yesterday, and looked at Xianjin with an indescribable look.
She could actually say the words she just memorized so fluently...
Jingxian workshop is full of hope for development!
Brother Laozi Yun thought about Xianjin's words carefully and felt that they made a lot of sense. He nodded slightly and said, "I didn't realize that you, as a woman, also studied."
He looked curiously at the wooden cabinet behind Xianjin. There were dozens of kraft paper bags stacked on top of each other. They were all the same thickness and size. "Ten pieces of paper in one bag?"
Xianjin maintained his eight-tooth smile, "Yes! The papers in the bags are all different, some are jade plates, some are tribute, and some are bamboo paper..."
Xianjin looked around and lowered his voice, "Some of the brown paper bags contain Sizhang Xuanhe Huizhou Chengxintang paper!"
Four feet of announcement!
Several "brothers" looked at each other excitedly!
They know this!
Where is Sizhang Xuan!
One knife costs fifty or sixty taels of silver!
The headmaster has a painting called "Spring Equinox Bamboo Rain" painted on a four-meter-long paper! Wow! That mist! That toughness! That warm touch - although they have never touched it, no one can stop them from imagining it!
"Brother Zhang" looked at him with a burning gaze, followed Xianjin's tone, and lowered his voice, "How much do you sell a bag for?"
Xianjin raised his left hand and turned over a prepared woodcut plate to the light.
"One hundred and twenty coins per bag"
One hundred and twenty cents!
That’s not a small amount!
A dou of rice is only eighty cents!
But this price, compared with the price of paper, is actually nothing.
A sheet of Sansheng paper costs 20 wen, a sheet of new tube paper costs 10 wen, and a sheet of bamboo paper costs 5 wen...
There are ten pieces of paper in a bag. If a valuable jade plate or a more valuable Chengxin is opened out, or even a four-meter-long paper is directly opened out, it may turn out to be a valuable jade plate or a more valuable Chengxin.
Those one hundred and twenty coins are simply not worth mentioning!
The value has increased tenfold, no, a hundredfold!
"Brother Zhang"'s eyes became brighter, and he was about to take out the silver, but was bumped on the elbow by the "Xin Shiwei" brother next to him.
"What if your bag is filled with bamboo paper? Bamboo paper is only a few coins per sheet, and ten sheets are only fifty coins. If you sell it to me for 120 coins, wouldn't I be at a disadvantage?"
Xianjin glanced at brother "Xin Shiwei", with his jacket with white cuffs, his cheeks slightly bloodshot from the cold, and his obviously thin figure standing next to "Brother Zhang"... It was obvious that he was not the target audience of the "blind box".
but...
Everyone is a customer and can be a customer.
Don't despise the young because they are poor. This sentence also applies to businessmen.
Anyone can fail, but everyone has the opportunity to succeed.
Xianjin still showed his eight teeth, "I guarantee you that among the five hundred brown paper bags you can see, there must be no less than one hundred sheets of tribute paper, goupi paper and equivalent papers, no less than fifty sheets of coral paper, gold sprinkled paper, peach blossom paper and equivalent papers, and no less than thirty sheets of two-meter-long paper..."
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