This was in ancient times when medical science was not well developed! A cold could kill a person!
Xianjin only regretted that there were no masks in this era. He could only slightly turn his mouth and nose to avoid the virus attack. He then said, "In business, goods are one thing, and money is another. Whether a deal is successful or not depends on whether the goods are good or not, and then whether the money is enough."
Cao Fucheng lowered his voice and said, "That's the truth."
Xianjin continued, "In that case, if the quality of Chengheng's and Bai's products is comparable, we need to see who can charge the lower price."
Without giving anyone a chance to interrupt, Xianjin smiled to himself, "Of course, our government is the biggest in the world, so it's natural that we don't lack money. But you have to think like this, if you save a copper coin here, you can use one more copper coin somewhere else, right? When you submit your memorials at the end of the year, you can get more credit, right?"
Wang Xuezheng nodded in agreement, and smiled with an ambiguous smile, secretly setting a trap for Cao Fucheng, "That's the truth - if someone with ulterior motives spreads this to the ears of the higher-ups, what do you think the higher-ups will think of you spending eight hundred taels to accomplish something that could have been done with three hundred taels?"
Cao Fucheng looked at Wang Xuezheng with a complicated look: Where is the person with ulterior motives? If there is, it is probably you, a bastard!
Cao Fucheng turned his gaze back and repeated Xianjin's words, "Compare prices?"
Xianjin nodded, "Compare prices. Ten days later, both companies will come back with sample papers. Each company will make an offer at the same time. The one with the lowest price will win. It is reasonable."
Xianjin smiled and handed it to Wang Xuezheng, "Master Wang, is that right?"
Wang Xuezheng did not answer immediately. He looked down at the book that was placed casually on the table, and suddenly a fire started burning in his heart: Damn it! He was sent from the capital to be hanged! Not to be bullied! When he was in the capital, these local officials had to respectfully call him "Shangguan"! Usually, he was willing to give this short Cao a little face, because he was approachable!
This short Cao is so good! When there is no tiger in the mountain, the monkey will become the king! The position of prefect is vacant, and he thinks he is the boss of Nanzhili! ?
Save it!
Not to mention Nanzhili, even Yingtian Prefecture has its share of hidden talents. Who is behind whom? Who is related to whom? There are so many things to know!
Wang Xuezheng didn't know that Cao Fucheng had just asked him to take the book in person. In later generations, there was a very practical term: "obedience test" - at the moment, the position of Fucheng was undecided, and if the deputies said they didn't have this idea, they would definitely be lying. But how to establish their own prestige? They can only work hard on the details.
To be honest, does Prime Minister Cao really care who will make the paper rolls for the Autumn Examination?
Even if Bai Zhaoer gave birth to another son, she would still be nothing more than an insignificant concubine.
What he cares about is whether anyone understands his intentions and whether anyone follows them.
Therefore, Wang Xuezheng, who has always had little presence, became his first choice to establish his authority: as the saying goes, squeeze the soft persimmon.
Who would have known that the fire in Wang Xuezheng's heart was burning with vigor and vigor.
The fire gradually spread.
Wang Xuezheng simply took over Xianjin's words, and his goatee regained its former vitality: "That's the truth. When we buy things for ourselves, we want them to be good quality and cheap, not to mention the important matter of the imperial examination...Quality first, price second, this order makes sense."
Bai Dalang looked at his father anxiously. If his gaze had tentacles, he would probably have pulled up his father's clothes and started shaking them hard.
Oh shit!
Why do they want to do this business!
Isn’t it just because of making money!
The government has money!
Who cares about these trivial things!
Their cost was kept within 100 taels, but they dared to bid 500 or 600 taels to the government! If they couldn't make money, why did they grab this business? To do charity?
Mr. Bai pressed his hand downwards, glanced at his anxious son, and cursed him in his heart, "What a fool!" He had already taken over the government's business, so who would care about the profit! ? With this title, what could he do that wouldn't make money! ? As long as he could break even, he would do it even if he didn't make a penny!
Cao Fucheng rolled his eyes in his narrow eyes and raised his head to ask Mr. Bai, "Manager Bai, what do you think?"
Mr. Bai grinned and said respectfully, "Just make the decision, adults. Our Bai family is obedient and sensible, unlike other families."
Others' Family·Chenji·He Xianjin pretended not to understand.
Cao Fucheng looked at Wang Xuezheng again, then at Xianjin. He was not sure what he was thinking. Maybe he was giving Wang Xuezheng a way out, or was he trying to save his own face. After a long while, he smiled and said, "In the court, the saint is fair and strict in his conduct. Princess Bai'an is a military man, so she values fairness the most. Let's... have a fair and serious fight. If it gets out, our Yingtian Prefecture will also be accused of this."
Cao Fucheng gave a thumbs up.
Xianjin's eyelids twitched.
Bai Dalang jumped on his heels.
The ten-day appointment was finalized. Xianjin and Baijia left the academy one after another. Bai's father and son went into a small alley beside them, obviously waiting for someone. Heng Wuniang wanted to say something but Xianjin glanced at her and said, "...Let's talk about it when we get back."
Then Xianjin lowered his head and got on the mule cart.
In the lobby of the school government, the tea beside Cao Fucheng had grown a little cold.
A servant dressed as a book boy came forward to change the water.
Cao Fucheng covered it lightly with the back of his hand and shook his head, "The tea served at Lord Wang's residence has the flavor of the north, bitter before turning sweet. I am not used to it."
Wang Xuezheng twitched his beard and moved his hands, signaling the servant to leave, and said with a smile, "If you are not used to it, don't force it. The tea leaves made in the capital are a bit dry. In the past, Princess Bai'an only complained that the tea was not bitter enough."
Cao Fucheng hit a snag. He looked up at the empty inner hall and said jokingly, "It's rare for a girl like He to be so competitive. For a girl, finding a good home is more important than anything else. I heard that this He is not the daughter of the Chen family?"
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