Xianjin spoke calmly and softly as he walked out from the compartment at the back.
"Boss." Manager Zhong bowed his head and called respectfully.
Fang Shusheng had kept his head down, and only when he heard the word "boss" did he raise his head with tears in his eyes.
Xianjin:?
Why are you still crying?
So PUA-free?
Fang Shusheng looked over with tears in his eyes. This was too different from the "Boss He" he had imagined!
He had always thought that this "Boss He", who had a strong background and was rising like a rising star in the capital city, was at least a smart and capable young woman in her thirties.
Looking at her now, she was a tall and slender young girl with fair and smooth skin, and eyes and brows as cold as the dark blue of distant mountains or the rime of a deep forest.
It is like a piece of elegant and independent clay-glazed porcelain, and every frown and smile reveals its elegance.
Fang Shusheng wanted to cry even more.
This person doesn't look much older than me, how come he is so capable and thoughtful? ?
What's the difference between this and others traveling around the world and debating with scholars at the age of seven, while he was playing with shit in the toilet and couldn't even wash it clean at the age of seven!
Scholar Fang forced himself to calm down. Just as he was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of his two classmates sneaking up on the Minister of Revenue Hu Bingzhi. He didn't have time to feel inferior, so he immediately said, "... I, I, my two classmates... seem to be disturbing Lord Hu!"
Xianjin raised his eyes, his gaze fixed accurately on something not far away, and smiled softly with curved lips: "Are these two gentlemen close to you?"
Fang Shusheng hurriedly shook his head: "Just an ordinary classmate!"
Xianjin raised his right hand and hooked his index and middle fingers in a very small arc.
Two muscular figures appeared from nowhere, one on the left and one on the right, as if they were surrounding Fang Shusheng's two classmates. I don't know what they said with their heads down, and then the two classmates turned around on the spot together with "one, two, three", and Gougou took small steps back stealthily.
There is a hint of vulgarity in his frankness, and a hint of guilt in his vulgarity.
Fang Shusheng: ...Can you pretend that you don’t know these two guys?
He usually gets embarrassed easily, but this is the first time he has been embarrassed like this for someone else.
Fang Shusheng blushed: "It is rare to see such people in our school..."
Xian Jinshu smiled and said, "If you want to see Lord Hu, I can introduce you. Behind this screen is the Xianglixue Tea Pavilion. You can have a cup of tea with Lord Hu there."
Fang Shusheng's first reaction was to refuse, and he quickly waved his hands: "No, no!"
How can he be so arrogant! He is not Lin Dalang!
Then, after hesitating for a moment, Mr. Fang mustered up his courage and stammered, "I am just a student. Even with your recommendation, I don't have the confidence to drink tea with such an important person. But you, a great official like Lord Hu, it is a great thing to visit any store. If you are disturbed, maybe you won't come next time... Don't be too soft-hearted when doing business..."
Mr. Fang has never been good at speaking, and these few reminders almost exhausted all his courage and language organization ability.
Xianjin's smile deepened. He was in no hurry to reply. He invited Fang Shusheng to continue walking forward with one hand, and said calmly, "Shall we go forward first?"
Fang Shusheng followed with his neck clenched.
Xianjin's voice was just loud enough for Fang Shusheng to hear: "There are only 100 pink hard paper cards, and 25 were issued on the opening day. After that, a customer spent thousands of taels of silver to get this card, but I refused to give it to him."
Fang Shusheng's eyes widened: "Thousand... thousand taels!"
Xianjin smiled and said, "The capital city is full of dignitaries and nobles. Those who have the ability to spend a thousand taels of silver must have at least five thousand taels if not ten thousand."
Xianjin turned his eyes and smiled: "Why do you think these people spend such a large amount of money just for this small card?"
Look at the paper?
Go upstairs to read the paper?
See... tribute paper?
Although Fang Shusheng didn't know what the correct answer was, he knew that his answer must be incorrect.
If it's not right, shut up...
Mr. Fang’s mouth was as pursed as a quail.
Xian Jin smiled: "Because the value of this card lies in the fact that the cardholder has the qualifications to step onto this floor."
Hu Bingzhi’s back was not far away.
Xianjin's words rang in his ears in a neither loud nor soft voice: "If you have this card, it means that you have the right to talk to people who hold the same card - this right is what those people really want."
Any commodity that is worth far more than its intrinsic value is, in essence, a niche business.
This is similar to the clubs, clubs, and gatherings of later generations - car clubs, alumni associations, golf clubs... The criteria for admission are essentially to screen people, to bring together people from the same cluster and level, to share resources and expand influence, which is the greatest added value.
If Xianjin wants to make Xuan paper stand at the top, he must give this thin layer of paper a more attractive value.
Why do Ma's bags command such high prices? Is it because they are immune to poison and invulnerable to swords and guns? Or is it because they are unique and shocking?
Neither.
This is because in the public's perception, if you carry a horse on your back, you have power and influence, and if you have power and influence, people will unconsciously look up to you a little bit - this perception is the fundamental factor that makes everyone flock to horses.
Any successful product that reaches the top has a "451" formula, which is 40% quality, 50% operation, and 10% opportunity.
At this moment, the rice paper has reached 100%.
Xuan paper is of excellent quality, with her dedicated management and Qiao Fangzhi standing on the stage to endorse it...
There is no reason not to succeed.
Xianjin's smile shows confidence and satisfaction.
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