Zhao Hao knew that he had to do something now.
Otherwise, the readers who are watching him in the Earth world would be unhappy.
Moreover, those people from the aristocratic families are a bit too bullying.
After being rejected last time, he came up with this idea.
If we don't give them some strength, these things will stick to us like a dog-skin plaster.
I will never be at peace in the future.
After seeing Princess Yongning off, Zhao Hao went to South City to find Wang Mengyu and Zheng Zhiqian.
Wang Mengyu, who was watching the soap production in the factory, was very surprised to see Zhao Hao coming, and hurried over to greet him.
"Brother Hao, what a rare visitor! What brings you here?"
"I heard that you've started selling dry liquor, and business is booming. Lao Zheng and I discussed this this morning and said we'd come to see you after we're done to celebrate."
Qin Mu smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"What the hell are you celebrating? I just got bullied!"
"What? You were bullied?"
Wang Mengyu’s eyes suddenly widened and he immediately rolled up his sleeves.
"Brother Hao, tell me, if anyone dares to bully you, I will kill him!"
Zhao Hao rolled his eyes.
"The Lu family, the Wu family, the Cui family, the Han family, there are only ten or so super families, you go."
"Forehead……"
When Wang Mengyu heard this, he was immediately paralyzed.
Zhao Hao laughed for a while.
"What, you don't dare?"
Wang Mengyu smiled awkwardly.
"Well, I really don't dare to do that, but Brother Hao, what's going on?"
Zhao Hao waved his hand.
"It's better not to talk about the bad things. By the way, how is business these days?"
When it comes to business, Wang Mengyu suddenly became energetic and hurriedly explained it to Zhao Hao in detail.
"Haha, Brother Hao, our soap's reputation has spread throughout the entire Imperial Capital."
"You don't know how many people want to buy it but can't."
"Especially the ladies of the rich families and the girls in the brothels, they just love it very much."
"It's been almost a month since we started selling. Brother Hao, guess how much we've earned in total?"
Zhao Hao rolled his eyes.
"You're testing me?"
"You only make a few hundred every day. It's not like I don't know the price."
"Do I look like a fool to you?"
Although soap is sold at a high price, sales will eventually reach saturation.
So Zhao Hao suggested that the two of them control the quantity sold.
Two to three thousand strings of cash a month would be enough.
There is not much money in a year.
Of course, this only applies to Zhao Hao.
For Wang Mengyu and Zheng Zhiqian, this amount of money is a lot.
Because they are in the family, the monthly allowance they receive is only a few strings of cash.
Wang Mengyu chuckled.
"I forgot, this little money is not as good as your dry wine, let alone your Diyilou."
Zhao Hao asked, "How is it, do you and Old Zheng's family know about your soap business?"
Wang Mengyu: "I know. I just found out about it these past two days. After all, Lao Zheng and I did some sales promotion before, so it's impossible to keep it secret."
Zhao Hao nodded: "What's your family's attitude? Not interested at all?"
Wang Mengyu snorted.
"How could I not be tempted? The day before yesterday when I went home, my aunt came to see me, but I brushed her off."
"Old Zheng is about the same as me."
Zhao Hao said, "It doesn't matter. It's not a big deal anyway."
Wang Mengyu smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Hao, it may not be much money for you, but it is our lifeblood for me and Lao Zheng!"
Zhao Hao laughed and said, "Then your life force is too small!"
Shaking his head, Zhao Hao said softly: "Old Wang, this stall is still a little too small. I have a bigger business here."
"Are you interested?"
Wang Mengyu's eyes widened immediately, and he said without thinking: "Yes! Brother Hao, tell me, I'm interested in any business!"
He also realized that Zhao Hao was completely different after coming out of the Sky Prison.
It’s definitely a good idea to follow Zhao Hao.
Zhao Hao nodded.
"Okay, you put this aside for now, let's go to the store to find Lao Zheng, and then go to the first floor, and I'll talk to you in detail."
Wang Mengyu nodded quickly, and the two of them left the soap workshop and found Zheng Zhiqian at the store. The three of them went straight to the first floor.
Study on the fourth floor.
As soon as he sat down, Zheng Zhiqian started asking questions excitedly.
"Brother Hao, please stop keeping us in suspense and tell us quickly, what kind of big business is this?"
"Yes, Brother Hao, tell me now!"
They both knew that what Zhao Hao called a big business must be absolutely unimaginably big.
Perhaps, it is not impossible to compare with dry wine.
At this moment, the two of them were extremely anxious.
Zhao Hao walked to the desk, gently picked up a piece of paper, turned around and gestured to the two of them.
"Do you know how much this Juan paper costs per piece?"
Wang Mengyu quickly said, "Of course I know. Depending on the quality, the price of a horse ranges from five to ten strings of cash on the market."
Zheng Zhiqian also said: "That's right, the best Shujuan can be sold for twelve or thirteen strings of cash, it's damn expensive!"
Zhao Hao nodded: "Then do you know how much bamboo paper costs now?"
Wang Mengyu said, "It's also very expensive, about a hundred coins per piece, so it's only used by some wealthy families, rich people, or the imperial court."
Zheng Zhiqian said: "Yes, it is precisely because this paper is too expensive that all books on the market are ridiculously expensive."
Wang Mengyu was puzzled and asked, "Brother Hao, why are you asking this all of a sudden? Is the business you are talking about related to paper?"
Both of them were a little confused by Zhao Hao's questions and didn't know what Zhao Hao was going to do.
Zhao Hao smiled and gave Wang Mengyu a thumbs up.
"Yes, the business I'm talking about is related to paper."
"ah?"
Zheng Zhiqian's eyes suddenly widened.
"Brother Hao, what kind of big business is this? You want to sell bamboo paper?"
"No, these businesses are profitable, but they don't make much."
"Our Daxia bamboo paper is all produced in Jiangzhou Prefecture in the south."
"Because only Jiangzhou Prefecture produces green bamboo suitable for papermaking."
"But this bamboo paper is quite difficult to make."
“The production is very low.”
"Besides, the market for bamboo paper in Jiangzhou Prefecture has long been dead. The paper has already been ordered before it is even produced."
"We can't even get it!"
Zhao Hao smiled softly: "Who said I was going to sell paper from Jiangzhou Prefecture?"
Wang Mengyu and Zheng Zhiqian looked at each other.
Wang Mengyu was puzzled and asked, "Brother Hao, what do you mean?"
Zhao Hao said, "Think about it, the two of you. If there is such a kind of paper, not only is the quality similar to bamboo paper, but the price is several times or even dozens of times cheaper than bamboo paper, and the production volume is also higher than bamboo paper."
"What do you think will happen?"
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