With one bite, all the wolfberries in Xuancheng are coming!
Suo'er said, "Not only wolfberries, but also seven or eight ginseng roots, dried mulberries, and dried longans..."
They are all good for kidney health.
Xianjin closed his eyes in pain, "Am I so weak..."
Suo'er: "Your schedule is so full, how can you not replenish your body!" Suo'er frowned and said, "This prescription is so precious! I asked Doctor Wang first, but he refused to prescribe it! Later I heard that Zhen Sanlang at the dock had some health-preserving skills, so I asked Ergou to go through several layers of trouble to get this prescription! - He usually drinks this to refresh himself!"
Zhen Sanlang? !
The greasy-haired and powdered Zhen Sanlang?
Oiran killer Zhen Saburo?
His health-preserving recipes are so amazing...they are all aphrodisiacs!
Xianjin silently pushed the teacup away.
She is busy with work, not busy being a foot massage technician!
Some wolfberries, just give them a break for a while.
Suo'er's schedule is very precise.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, Xianjin arrived at Wuxu Hall.
The bosses of Xuancheng Xuan Paper Chamber of Commerce were sitting closely on both sides of the hall. When they saw Xianjin coming, they all stood up.
Wherever Xianjin went, people would bow and greet him.
As the water returned to the hall, voices suddenly rose and fell one after another: "Hello, Shopkeeper He!" "I hope you are well, Shopkeeper He!" "Shopkeeper He has lost weight again!" "Shopkeeper He has worked so hard for Xuan paper!"
Xianjin walked quickly to the front of the hall, bowed to everyone in all directions as a return gesture, and then extended his palm diagonally, inviting everyone to take a seat.
"All the bosses have worked hard. We are gathered here today to discuss the tribute paper."
Xianjin took out a crimson scroll from his sleeve pouch and handed it to the steward Qu Damao standing beside him.
"This is the arrangement for selecting tributes issued by the Imperial Household Department, which was given to me by Lord Xiong early this morning."
Qu Damao took it with both hands, walked down tremblingly, and started passing it around from the left.
The big guy looked at it and talked.
"...After the initial screening of the tributes, two to three items from each category were selected, and then there were three rounds of competition to determine the final result."
"The first step is to submit a letter to determine the quality. Submit a detailed description of this year's tribute to your superiors, which can be described in writing or with pictures, and submit it to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs will make the final decision."
It is equivalent to the planned special display in later generations.
You have to come up with a plan to impress the client.
"The second step is to submit the products by category. Samples are made according to the description in the first step and submitted to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which then submits them to the Ministry of Rites, which makes the final decision."
It is equivalent to proofing in later generations.
Generally speaking, the winner will be determined in the second round.
"The third step is to decide on the products and mass produce them. If the Ministry of Rites still cannot decide, then we need to select the categories and then mass produce them. The Ministry of Rites will submit the matter to the Minister of the Interior for the final decision."
This is to let Party A see your mass production capabilities.
Generally speaking, samples are made with the most exquisiteness, beauty and care, but once mass production begins, it is rare for the second party to ensure that every smallest unit is exactly the same quality as the sample.
Xianjin briefly explained the three stages, folded his hands on his abdomen, smiled, and slightly curved his eyes, "Now, we are still in the first stage - the last time we held a collective chamber of commerce, we assigned everyone a task to think about. Now I want to hear everyone's specific opinions."
In the Wuxu Hall, everyone lowered their heads.
Like a student who is afraid to call the teacher's name.
Behind the retreat hall, a pair of eyes with narrow eyelids were watching quietly with great interest.
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