Even if the injury was caused by my own actions, I must remain dignified and maintain the demeanor of a doctor.
It wasn't until his younger sister exposed the truth that Doctor Wen smiled shyly, "I can tell this young master is of high status; he mainly wants to promote his clinic."
It's impossible to rob the rich and give to the poor every day; the most important thing is that the female healers can enter the inner courtyard of the Fengjing aristocratic families.
Changyan nodded in agreement, showing great approval of his fourth brother's ideas.
He even introduced this round-faced young man in brocade robes: "The only son of Prince Gong. Because his father has a bad temper and married a shrew, he has very little status in the mansion, so he loves to keep mistresses in his golden house."
Even if you don't love them, you can't hide them away; those who weren't hidden away were all chased away by their fathers and wives.
Wen Zhiyun nodded habitually, but when he came to the realization of the identity of this young man in brocade robes, he suddenly froze on the spot.
Even if they didn't understand the intricate family relationships in Fengjing, they knew the significance of the title "Prince Gong".
To be able to hold the title of prince, one must at least be a brother of the emperor or a brother of the previous emperor; that would make one a true member of the royal family.
They actually cheated a member of the royal family and swindled him out of his money.
Wen Zhiyun became increasingly frightened as she thought about it, and even her hands began to tremble. She only managed to calm down when she caught sight of Jiang Sheng playing with a silver ingot.
“Fourth Brother, if your medical reputation becomes renowned, you will inevitably have close ties with the Fengjing aristocratic families sooner or later,” Changyan said calmly. “Your female physicians are also prepared for the ladies of aristocratic families, so it’s only a matter of time before you have to deal with important people.”
Only by robbing the rich can we help the poor.
Wen Zhiyun suddenly understood the true meaning behind Chang Yan's words, and he returned to complete peace.
When people have great love in their hearts, they will sacrifice their own fear and anxiety for the sake of that love.
Generals who died on the battlefield were like that.
That's how Dr. Wen was.
Jiang Sheng is like that.
Wen Zhiyun was the same.
Great love is compassion, it is being unable to bear seeing people suffer, it is hoping for world peace, and it is longing for all the homeless to have enough to eat.
In order to help more poor people, Wen Zhiyun chose to deal with powerful and influential families.
Jiang Sheng gritted her teeth and kept the workshop going so that the aunties in the workshop would have work to do.
They are all people with great love in their hearts.
Just like now, upon hearing her two older brothers' conversation, Jiang Sheng, who was holding a silver ingot, suddenly looked up and asked, "Could we also sell the pastries from Jiuzhenfang to the tables of the ladies of noble families?"
That way, we can recruit more female workers and help more women like Aunt Zhang and Aunt Miao.
“Of course.” Chang Yan paused for a moment, then pondered, “As long as there is one guest from a prominent family, the rest will keep coming.”
The beginning is always the hardest; the key is how you get started.
Jiang Sheng didn't have many thoughts either.
She was just an ordinary homeless child who, by chance, met several outstanding older brothers. She was occasionally a little clever, but fundamentally she was still an ordinary person.
He lacked the eldest brother's composure and quick wit, the second brother's persistence and good fortune, the third brother's skill and perseverance, the fourth brother's caution and prudence, and the fifth brother's depth and shrewdness.
She was a wildly growing vine, never growing crooked under the spur of time, but also never growing strong enough to catch the eye.
For several days after returning from the dilapidated temple on the hillside, Jiang Sheng had been pondering how to sell Jiuzhenfang's pastries to influential people, and even her laughter had diminished considerably.
Fortunately, hard work pays off.
Jiang Sheng recalled that when Jiuzhenfang opened, Xu Mo had used his connections to invite a few friends. At the time, it was just for the sake of creating a lively atmosphere, but it actually did develop into a few long-term customers.
For example, Zhu Sihuan of the Zhu family liked glutinous rice and jujube cakes. He would send someone to buy three to five catties from time to time, and sometimes he would also bring some other pastries.
Qi Huai from the Qi family would also occasionally send people over to buy some candied hawthorns and other small pastries.
Zhao Yuan from the Zhao family hasn't made any moves; perhaps he's had too much from eating fifty packets of pastries.
Jiang Sheng became more and more excited as she thought about it.
She is now certain that Jiuzhenfang Pastries are of good quality; what they lack are distinguished customers.
Where can I find someone influential?
Waiting for Fourth Brother's clinic to develop is obviously unrealistic. Eldest Brother only knows a few people, and the head manager of Youranju is not as kind and easy to talk to as Manager Bai, who would give her life advice.
Jiang Sheng was a little troubled, so she simply took a car to Jiuzhenfang.
Perhaps because it was still early, she unexpectedly saw someone here.
"Master Chef." Jiang Sheng stepped forward, her voice crisp and sweet. "What brings you here? Doesn't Youranju cook?"
The head chef, who looked noticeably thinner, turned around, a strange embarrassment spreading across his face. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Recently, the pastries at Youranju have been selling quite well. I came to see if we could increase the quantity."
The pastries from Jiuzhenfang have been redesigned, and their prices at Youranju have increased more than tenfold.
But some wealthy customers would do me the honor of ordering a couple of dishes as well.
While the high price of Youranju itself certainly plays a role, Zhang Xianglian's exquisite craftsmanship also deserves credit, especially her lotus-shaped pastry, which is not only beautifully shaped but also has an unforgettable taste.
However, Zhang Xianglian was only one person, and she not only had to make exquisite pastries but also take care of the Jiuzhenfang shop. She was simply too busy to manage everything, so she did not agree.
The chef, who had been turned away, touched his nose, not angry but pleased, "It's fine if we don't increase the quantity. Only by limiting the quantity can we arouse the desire of our esteemed customers to buy."
So what was the purpose of his trip?
Jiang Sheng tilted her head, vaguely recalling a scene she had seen before: a male dog in heat preening and posing for a female dog, so similar to the master chef's behavior.
She seemed to have learned something extraordinary.
To verify her guess and to answer her doubts, Jiang Sheng lingered in front of the master chef, deliberately picked up a piece of pastry, and sighed, "The pastries from Jiuzhenfang are still not good enough. Only ordinary people come to buy them, and no wealthy family is willing to taste them."
That's a bit of an exaggeration.
There were quite a few waiters in the queue for roasted chestnuts, but unfortunately they only bought chestnuts and didn't make a big fuss about it, so it didn't have the effect of advertising.
The head chef glanced at the sea of heads outside, then looked at the innocent and adorable Jiang Sheng, and smiled helplessly. "Selling to important people isn't that simple. Youranju was able to rise to prominence because the owner was already wealthy. Other important people came to support it, and that's how it gradually took on the appearance of a grand restaurant."
Jiang Sheng's disappointment was palpable.
Just then, Zhang Xianglian came to deliver freshly made glutinous rice and jujube cakes. The master chef suddenly sat up straight and said, "Actually, it's not that difficult."
"The food that nobles eat is unique, apart from its taste. This is obviously contrary to the original intention of Jiuzhenfang. Look at which young master or young lady eats pastries that cost tens of coins per catty. Even if they do eat them, they do so secretly. They would never take them out to entertain guests."
"Since none of us have connections with influential people, we can only rely on gimmicks to attract them and make them feel that it is an honor to be able to eat Jiuzhenfang's pastries."
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