Heng Wuniang's words stunned the middle-aged men present.
Some of them were not convinced and puffed up their cheeks for a long time, but finally couldn't hold it in and started to spit shit.
However, she did not criticize Grandma Heng Wu, but chose to fertilize Grandma Heng Wu's father, "... Heng Lian, is this how you raise a girl? She has no respect for elders, speaks sharply, and wants to eat us up with her mouth! Don't blame me for not reminding you if you can't get married!"
Heng Wuniang nodded calmly from a distance, "I am very grateful for your good words."
Xianjin lowered her head and tried not to laugh: she had been strictly trained and normally wouldn't laugh unless she couldn't help it.
The guy with big cheeks suddenly opened his eyes wide, like a sad frog, and continued to curse with his neck stiff.
"That's enough."
Xianjin interrupted in a deep voice, "You are all well-known figures. You didn't accomplish your mission, but instead you were criticized like a black chicken eye. It won't sound good if it gets out!"
Xianjin motioned for everyone to open the second cowhide bag on his left hand, "Please open it and have a look."
Sad Frog sneered, stood up and shouted angrily, "Once a dragon is in the sky, all mortals are the dirt. You want to act like a big shot in Xuancheng just because you got a job writing papers for the Autumn Examination? Pah! What a bullshit!"
Sad Frog seemed to remember something and sneered, "Besides, how did you get your business of rolling up papers for the Autumn Examination? Haha, this matter is still under discussion! - With Prefect Xiong as your backer, it's no wonder that you, a little girl, are so arrogant!"
The sad frog spat on the ground and walked away.
Xianjin was extremely calm from beginning to end. Before the Sad Frog even stepped out of the hall, he said calmly, "Who else wants to leave? You can keep them company."
Everyone in the hall looked at each other, not knowing how to react.
To be honest, they kind of wanted to leave, but they also kind of wanted to stay and listen to how this girl argued, oh no, how she convinced them.
"No one is leaving?" Xianjin pursed his lips and smiled.
Someone boldly poked his head out and asked, "If we leave now, will the 'Chengheng' paper deed we signed earlier still be valid?"
Very meticulous.
Xianjin nodded decisively, "No regrets after making this move, two contracts and one agreement, of course it counts."
When everyone heard this, not long after, another four families bent over, picked up the "Chengheng" contract and ran away stealthily.
There were also some smart ones who bent down and took out the second brown paper bag from Xianjin's mouth, opened it and looked at it carefully. The more they looked, the tighter their brows furrowed. From time to time, they whispered in each other's ears in groups of three or four, and the whole hall was filled with the voices of middle-aged men.
——"...Look at the contract, there are only ten types of rice paper stipulated, single-leaf rice paper, jade-leaf rice paper, double-leaf rice paper...these are the most common types that every household can make..."
"The agreed price... this, this, this is too wide! The price of a jade blade is between one and five taels of silver...!"
"But the regulations on materials are very strict. Rice straw must be collected in autumn and winter. Rice straw from Huangcun, Anwu, Dingqiao, Zhangdu in the south and Yunling, Beigong, Tingtan in the north can be used. If rice straw is produced in other areas, the selling price needs to be reduced as appropriate..."
"Oh! And the distinction between genuine and secondary brands is also very strict! Look, for example, when transporting paper, you should use a clean truck with a canopy. If there is no truck, it is considered secondary. And here, if the paper is piled in the open air, exposed to the sun, rain or near a heat source, it cannot be put on the market for sale..."
You may say that these four contracts are strict, but they are not too strict. After all, they only stipulate the selling price of the most basic paper products. Besides, the price of the most basic plain white rice paper shall not exceed "three hundred coins for one piece of paper", the price range of other categories is very loose, giving everyone enough room to improve the quality.
You might say that these four contracts are not strict, but the standards for materials, storage, transportation, and differentiation between genuine and secondary brands (superior and qualified products) stipulated in them are very detailed, leaving almost no room for compromise.
Those who did not leave were all reading the deed carefully.
Xianjin took a quick look and saw only a middle-aged man who looked to be over 40 years old and was wearing a ginger-colored singlet sitting at the very end. He was stiff-necked and looking around boredly.
This old man with narrowed eyes has a familiar aura.
"Why do you want to make these deeds?" An old man with a shaggy beard raised his head tremblingly, broke the silence and asked Xianjin.
Why?
Xianjin turned around, put down the teacup solemnly, and slowly raised his eyes. "Xuan paper, why is it called Xuan paper? Because it is produced in Xuancheng. It is not called Chen paper just because my Chen family makes it, and it is not called Wang paper just because Boss Wang makes it. The whole Xuancheng paper industry is good, the Chen family is good, and you and I are good."
The old man shook his hands, and the contract in his hand was blown away by the breeze.
Xianjin said again, "After the launch of Chengheng, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of scholars from Yingtian Prefecture will flock to Xuancheng Prefecture. Xuancheng's paper industry will face a severe situation for the first time in history - the number of buyers is so large, and the buyers' requirements are so many. If Xuancheng paper industry fails to deal with it properly, Xuan paper will be ruined - when the nest is destroyed, how can the eggs remain intact! However, with the sudden huge profits, how many merchants can resist this overwhelming temptation?"
"If you can't resist the temptation, then you will raise the price, cut the raw materials, lower the quality of paper, pass off inferior products as good ones, pass inferior products as superior ones... Everyone here, do you dare to pat your chest and promise: we will still stick to the heart of craftsmen, and will never make a single discount in paper production for the sake of profit?"
The old man looked at Xianjin thoughtfully.
Xianjin paused and shook his head gently, "No one has the determination to swear such a vicious oath."
Xianjin put out the contract, "However, a contract written in black and white can more or less restrict the sales behavior - we must remember that a gentleman judges by deeds, not by heart."
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