Except for the unlucky Bai family, all the twenty stores in the Chamber of Commerce put their fingerprints on the document. Xianjin determined the time sequence for signing the contract at Juyuan according to the number of strokes of the first character. After noon, he wrote the timetable and sequence list on Jiaxuan and posted it on the wall of Wuxu Hall.
For five days in a row, the Orange Courtyard was bustling with people. Some merchants were very straightforward and signed the contract as soon as they received it. They were very generous to Xianjin, "I rely entirely on your face. Even if you ask me to sign a contract to sell myself, I will sign it!"
There were also some who were more cautious. They looked at the deed again and again, asked questions repeatedly, and were unwilling to sign according to the Chen family's agreement of "purchasing at cost price within three years, and purchasing at 250% of the current price after three years". They said they did not trust Xianjin to complete the deal for three years, and were only willing to negotiate according to "purchasing at 50% of the current price within three years, and purchasing at 40% of the current price after three years".
"A price cut of 50%" means half the market price, "a price cut of 40%" means 60% off the market price, and "a price cut of 25%" means 75% off the market price.
The Xuan paper market is very transparent. The cost is basically 40% of the selling price, which means half of the market price, and it can still guarantee that the other party will make a profit.
But three years later, in the long run, the Chen family will definitely make more money by signing the contract.
And the most cautious one - when Boss Yun arrived, he asked Xianjin to bring Chen's contract and check it word by word according to Chen's contract. After checking everything, Boss Yun frowned and looked at the last item, "...If the seller sells the rice paper to any paper shop other than Chen's shop and all shops under He Xianjin's name, it will be considered a breach of contract. The seller will compensate He Xianjin 3,000 taels of silver."
Boss Yun didn't understand why Xianjin wrote this, and muttered, "Why would other paper shops buy my paper? ...Isn't this penalty too much?"
Boss Yun was simply frightened by the 3,000 taels of liquidated damages and was hesitant to sign the contract.
It was almost lunch time, but Xianjin didn't rush us. He set up two tables under the lush green grape trellis in the yard and invited those who had arrived early and had not finished signing to have dinner.
Xianjin looked at the vegetables at home and grabbed Qiao Hui, who was lying on his back in the yard basking in the sun, and said, "Go to Aunt Wang's house at the end of the village and get two basins of pork knuckles, roast two chickens, buy twenty eggs, and take two pieces of bacon. As for the rest of the vegetables, take whatever you see in the fields - just say you are from Aunt Zhang's family, and she will let you buy on credit."
Mother Zhang put down the stir-fried scallion shreds and immediately raised her head, as proud as a hen that had laid a double-yolked egg.
Qiao Hui stood up and walked out while repeating, "Two pots of pork knuckles, two chickens, twenty eggs, bacon... I know bacon, but what kind of delicacy is Zuodunzi bacon?"
Xianjin was speechless, "Just say it! If you don't know, how could Aunt Wang not know?"
Qiao Hui responded "Oh" obediently and walked out muttering to himself.
Boss Yun stretched his neck and looked at Qiao Hui for a long time. This man was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a clear and sharp face, and a pair of wolf-like eyes. He looked like no ordinary person. When he stood up, it was as if he had thousands of troops behind him. His momentum was a hundred times stronger than that of the former prefect, Lord Xiong.
Such a high-ranking official, while walking, he lowered his head and carried "trotters, chickens, eggs, and stools--"
It's like a tiger trying to control a quail.
Boss Yun leaned forward and asked Boss Qiang, "Who is this——?"
Boss Qiang looked at him as if he was a fool, "You don't even know the eldest son of the Qiao family! The current Marquis of Noon! Not the Marquis of Morning! Not the Marquis of Evening! The Marquis of Noon! Lord Marquis!"
Boss Yun’s two guns widened instantly.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Qiao Hui came back with a cloth bag and handed it to Mother Zhang.
Mother Zhang took out the items one by one, "...Why are there only so many?"
Qiao Hui: “?”
"Jin Jie'er just mentioned these four things? Pork trotter, chicken, eggs, smoked bacon..." The muscular man counted on his fingers.
Mother Zhang said, "Jin Jie'er, didn't you say that we should just take whatever vegetables are available in the fields?"
Qiao Hui: "Oh, I forgot - should I go get some more food?"
Boss Yun poked his head out at the right time, with a flattering smile on his face, "No need, no need! We don't want vegetables! We just want to eat pig's trotters!"
Mother Zhang glanced at the boss who was chatting in the yard and waved to Qiao Hui, "Forget it, go play somewhere else!"
Qiao Hui responded and went to accompany Li Sanshun to smoke tobacco.
Boss Yun ate the meal with tears of gratitude. He had never eaten the marquis's cured meat in his life. Tears of emotion flashed in his eyes as he ate.
Xianjin smiled and helped him serve the rice, "Is it so delicious?"
Boss Yun stuffed another piece of bacon into his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes, "It smells so good!"
Qiao Hui looked at the remaining potatoes and eggplants in front of him in silence: ... Do these paper shop owners really only eat meat? There were two pork trotters in total, and he couldn't even get one for his fingernail... Are they looking at their family's wealth and pomp, and are they going to attack the rich? ?
After the meal, Boss Yun signed the document promptly and held it in front of Xianjin with both hands: This girl will become the Queen Mother in the future if she can ask the current marquis to run errands and buy groceries.
"If you become rich and powerful, don't forget us." said Boss Yun.
......
On the fourth day after the signing of the contract, Chen Fu came back exhausted and walked into the main room excitedly, only to see Xianjin sitting and discussing something with three or five unfamiliar men.
Busy.
Chen Fu retracted his head, but he caught a glimpse of a very large...bear sitting on a side table in the main hall?
I squinted and saw clearly, oh, it was Qiao Hui.
Chen Fu smacked his lips as Qiao Hui buried his head in peeling grapes carefully.
Chen Fu was just about to laugh at him: a man of his age should eat grapes without spitting out the skins. He peeled them carefully one by one like peeling agate, put them in a white glazed porcelain plate, and took out a silk handkerchief to gently wipe the purple juice on the edge of the plate.
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