Chapter 67: Not Selling Anymore
The owner of the rouge shop has been running the shop for many years, and the most common perfumes he has seen are various floral scents, such as peony, crabapple, and peony... This citrus scent is the first time he has seen it.
Seeing the rouge shop owner's interest, Ji Zhisui continued to sell it, "This is a new product I developed. Boss, are you still willing to do business with me now?"
"Okay, I'll take this can for a hundred coins."
The boss didn't feel there was anything wrong when she said this. After all, hers was the only rouge shop on South Street. The rouge shop on North Street sold low-quality goods, and there were not many people buying perfume, so they would definitely not accept it.
She quoted this price, not afraid that the young lady would not agree. If she did not accept it, wouldn't all the ointments she made be wasted?
She was already very conscientious. One jar of ointment cost one hundred coins, and ten jars were one tael of silver. This was not a small amount of money. One tael of silver could last an ordinary family for a long time.
After hearing the offer, Ji Zhisui could no longer maintain the enthusiasm and smile on his face.
It would have been fine if she didn't know the market price, but Pei Yian had just bought herself a bottle of similar ointment today, spending two taels of silver.
Did this rouge shop owner really think he was easy to fool? He wanted to buy this jar of ointment for a hundred coins and then sell it for two or three taels of silver?
What a profiteer!
Although Ji Zhisui thought so in her heart, she did not show her inner emotions. She continued to introduce the products, "Boss, these perfumes are all handmade by me. I personally pick the fragrance. The perfumes are fine and free of impurities. Isn't the price of one hundred coins a jar a bit low?"
The rouge shop owner looked embarrassed and hesitated for a long time before pretending to be reluctant and said, "Then I can only add another fifty coins, making it one hundred and fifty coins per jar. Is this price fair enough, young lady?"
Seeing that Ji Zhisui hadn't agreed yet, the rouge shop owner's tone became tougher, "Young lady, this is already the highest price I can offer. After all, this ointment is not produced in a workshop. Who can guarantee the production process?
Besides, I'm the only rouge shop on South Street. If you don't give me these perfumes, are you planning to sell them to the rouge shop on North Street? I'm afraid they can only offer fifty coins at most."
When she said this, the owner of the rouge shop sounded condescending. After all, most of the people on South Street were rich, and she dealt with rich people every day, so naturally she looked down on the people on North Street.
When Ji Zhisui heard these words, she frowned. She didn't like such remarks and she hated the other party's condescending tone.
The rouge shop owner was certain that the young lady would definitely sell the ointments to him, and the price she offered was not low. When he was about to ask Ji Zhisui to take out the ointments, he heard the words of rejection.
"Boss, after much thought, I've decided not to sell it." She finally saw clearly that the rouge shop owner was determined to sell the ointments only to her, at a price of 150 coins per jar. She was simply cheap labor.
The boss, who was about to pay, suddenly changed his expression and asked, "Young lady, what do you mean by that? The 150 coins I offered are already very high!"
"Nothing, I just don't want to sell it anymore." Ji Zhisui took back the citrus-flavored ointment. It seemed that she had to think of other ways. Selling it to the rouge shop owner was obviously not wise and would not make money.
The ointment that could originally be sold for ten taels of silver can now only be sold for more than two taels of silver. She would be a fool to do this business!
"My dear lady, you have to think carefully. You should know that I am the only rouge shop on South Street. If this perfume sells well, I may ask you to place an order often." Seeing that the hard approach didn't work, she started to use soft tactics and paint a rosy picture for Ji Zhisui.
"No thanks, boss. I don't want to do this business anymore." After saying that, Ji Zhisui put away the citrus ointment and left without looking back.
It's bad enough that you're being made a big fool once, but you also want to make yourself a big fool every time?
"Hey, you..." The owner of the rouge shop saw the figure walking away and did not block Ji Zhisui's way as he would stop a customer.
Anyway, in Qizhou County, no one would buy rouge except my rouge shop, and it is even more impossible for the one on the North Street. In the end, this young lady might have to come and beg me to accept those ointments!
Ji Zhisui looked at the ceramic jars in her hands and sighed heavily. She had visited the rouge shop on North Street before. The products were very ordinary and the items were very limited. It was indeed incomparable to the one on South Street.
But she didn't want to sell the ointment at a low price, so she could only go home with the ointment in her hand.
Ji Zhisui was a little depressed because she didn't sell the ointment and didn't make any money. She simply ran to the kitchen to try some new food to divert her attention.
Pei Yian took in her emotions and looked at the citrus ointments on the table. He instantly understood what she was worried about. He was afraid that the ointment business was not going well.
He took the snacks he bought and went to the kitchen, "Sui Niang, have some snacks."
It was a mung bean cake. Although Ji Zhisui was in a bad mood, the round mung bean cake with a bean fragrance attracted and tempted her. She couldn't help but pick up a piece and put it in her mouth.
The tip of the tongue can feel the sweetness, the fragrance of mung beans and the sweetness of pastries complement each other naturally. Sweet food makes people feel a lot better.
But after finishing the meal, Ji Zhisui began to daydream again. She was thinking about what to do with the ointment in her hand. Since she had made it, she wanted to sell it to make money, so she couldn't let it go to waste on her hands.
"Have you ever considered giving it to Manager Wu and Madam Wang?" Pei Yian reminded.
Ji Zhisui looked at the man with bright eyes, and his originally chaotic mind suddenly became clear, "You mean, you want them to help us promote it?"
"That's right. The only people who can afford to buy perfume in the South Street shops are wealthy ladies. Instead of selling it to the rouge shop owner for a second-hand profit, it's better to let those ladies buy it themselves. The price will be higher, and the profit will be higher."
"That's right! Brother An, you are so smart!" Ji Zhisui stretched out his hand and put one hand on Pei Yian's shoulder, patted him, and expressed his full agreement with the method he proposed.
The male protagonist is worthy of being the male protagonist. He is really smart. Although she didn't say anything, the other party was able to infer what she had experienced from the details.
Since these ointments cannot be sold, it would be better to give them half to Manager Wu and Mrs. Wang respectively.
As of now, the number of ladies and young ladies that these two people can come into contact with is far greater than himself. As long as this perfume appears in the public eye and everyone knows about it, it will be considered the first step achieved.
Pei Yian enjoyed the gentle force of the hands patting him with peace of mind. He was very grateful at this moment, grateful that he had a smart brain that could help Sui Niang solve problems when she encountered difficulties.
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