The hall became dejected, and in an instant it changed from an angry rooster to a frost-bitten eggplant, wilting and shivering, as if afraid of being mistaken for a paving stone.
Just kidding, I can only make Japanese imperial edict paper and Jiaozi, I can't make other papers, how can I make money! Apart from being a vanguard, making Xuan paper famous and earning some face, I can't get anything inside!
Several bosses who had received favors from Xianjin frowned and stretched their necks, eager to try.
Boss Qiang, who is illiterate and at the bottom of the illiteracy pyramid, cleared his throat and prepared to speak to be a cannon fodder for Xianjin - he was very familiar with Boss He's character. It was impossible for him to suffer any loss by following her. Even if he did, it would only be half a loss, and the rest would be all profit.
This time she helped Boss He fill the barrel of the gun, and next time there is big business, Boss He will never forget her strengths!
Her strength is coming!
But before Boss Qiang could speak, Xianjin's voice rang out unexpectedly.
"After thinking it over, I'll take care of this deal."
The girl, who was in her early twenties, had an increasingly steady and dignified voice. Perhaps it was because she had been following Princess Bai'an for many days, Xianjin herself did not notice that she had become inexplicably more majestic.
"I negotiated these two deals, so I'm the one who will take care of them."
Xianjin's brows were light, "Everyone here, I also swear by our ancestor Cai Lun that I will never make paper again except for the work of the court. If the oath is broken, I, He Xianjin, will go directly to him to accept the punishment."
No more paper! ?
No more paper! ?
What's the meaning?
Everyone was in an uproar!
People were talking in groups of three or four, some were ecstatic, some were shocked, some were regretful, and some were laughing secretly. Only Xianjin and Hengxi were as calm as if they were in meditation.
"It's... it's not necessary..."
The boss of Yunji is a middle-aged man.
It would be a bit of an exaggeration to say that he is a fence-sitter.
Let's call him a fence-sitter with some principles. He has principles, but not many.
At this moment, his principled side burst into white light and appeared brightly. "In the past, workshops that made tributes were not allowed to make paper for sale in the world. So everyone came up with a solution. One world is three years, right? Our family will specialize in it for three years, and we will take turns. If there is money, we will all make it together. This is the right way."
Still has some conscience.
Several small bosses nodded in agreement.
Xianjin smiled and shook his head. "Paying tribute and paying Jiaozi are two completely different things. If something goes wrong with paying tribute, at most your property will be confiscated. But if something goes wrong with Jiaozi, your ancestors from eight hundred years ago will be dug out and their corpses will be whipped, and your son-in-law's dog and the stray cats that have any friendships with them will be killed."
Tribute is essentially still a commodity, but the object of its service is more powerful;
Jiaozi is a weapon, a sharp blade for those in power to maintain their power, and a means to achieve victory without bloodshed. Why was the first thing Princess Bai'an did after repelling foreign aggression at all costs was to exchange Jiaozi?
Because the current Jiaozi has the words "Zhao De" written on it!
Once the workshop produces too much paper, violates the system in name only, and has too many staff, it will give people with ulterior motives an opportunity to take advantage of it, and it will not be as simple as making less money.
Boss Yun gave me one piece of advice and stopped trying to persuade me. He had used up his limited conscience quota, so he could do good deeds without any worries this year.
As soon as Boss Yun said this, several other righteous bosses came forward one after another to follow his orders.
Xianjin waved his right hand and raised his eyes. Manager Zhong and Manager Xiaodong distributed a thick leaflet to the two columns respectively. There were more than twenty lines of words written on it.
Boss Yun took it and looked at it——
Yunji White Deer Jade Plate, Gold Flower Ribbon Xuan Paper, Coral Mica Xuan Paper
Liuji grape gray tiger skin Xuan paper, four feet red, pure skin Xuan paper
Chenji Liuzhang Xuan paper, gold foil pastel paper, Chengxintang paper
Hengji Mud Gold Xuan paper, Cicada Wing Xuan paper, Binglang Xuan paper, Jiagong Xuan paper, Zhahua, Zhuchu, Liuji
...
Strong memory single Xuan, plain Xuan
Qiushige Shanxuansuxuan
Bailiuji one-layer, two-layer and three-layer sandwich
...
From the expensive and well-made precious Xuan paper of the Four Great Families of Xuancheng (the unlucky Bai family followed the unlucky Prime Minister Cao to be exiled to Namtso, thousands of miles away, and the Five Great Families became the Four Great Families), to the commonly used Xuan paper categories named after the small boss, such as single Xuan, plain Xuan, and sandwich Xuan...
It’s a long list, which covers all types of Xuan paper except Bazhang Xuan and Shuibo paper.
The type of Xuan paper that each family produces is exactly the variety that the family is best at. Some small workshops with weaker strength produce the most basic types of Xuan paper, such as plain Xuan paper and single Xuan paper.
Xianjin smiled, "Like I said at the beginning, I never play tricks. I work for everyone, but also for myself - the shop on the list has the corresponding rice paper category behind it. In August this year, I can buy each category at a purchase price that is 10% higher than the cost."
Boss Yun was confused by what he heard.
However, Boss Duan, the widow of the eldest son of the Chen family, looked at Xianjin thoughtfully.
Boss Qiang was the first to respond, "My workshop doesn't charge 10% more. I only charge 10 cents more for each cut. Boss He, I'll give you as much as you want!" Boss Qiang couldn't understand the words and just laughed, "But if you want to give me Chengxintang paper, you have to wait for me!"
Hengxi turned away silently: It is important for people to know themselves, it is important for people to know themselves...
Boss Yun was puzzled: "Boss He, you bought our paper...what are you going to do with it?"
Xianjin's eyes flickered, "I don't produce rice paper, I'm just a porter of rice paper."
Boss Yun still didn't understand and wanted to ask again.
Boss Duan lowered his eyes and smiled, then stepped forward first, dipped his hand in the ink, and pressed his handprint on the paper in Xianjin's hand, saying simply and clearly, "Done! You can have as much as you want. If you want to add more categories, Chenji will provide you with everything you want. I will give you the cost price for the rice paper you want within two years, but after two years, the price needs to be negotiated again."
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