Surprisingly, the young man felt a little panicked.
Uncle Fu smiled and found a door jamb about the thickness of a wrist from the doorway. He said with a smile, "Wait a moment, it won't hurt anymore. It's nothing serious, listen to me."
The young man's eyelids twitched, and he began to stutter and run around the yard, clutching his backside.
"Dad, what are you doing? You're a crazy old man."
Uncle Fu smiled and said:
"You think this older man is acting impulsively and doing things that only young people do when he's full of youthful enthusiasm, but you don't know how to stop him?"
"Why didn't you sign those courtesans quietly? Now everyone knows."
What will other people who don't know anything about clothing stores say about us—you know what?
Clutching his head and running around frantically, Fu Ping'an seemed to suddenly understand something, and a pale, powerless thought came to mind.
My whole body felt ice-cold.
No way?
"Father, is it really that serious?"
Uncle Fu simply threw the stick away, then looked helplessly at the man walking in from outside, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Brother, this surprise you've given me is really too much for me to handle... I can't take it."
Chen Xian said calmly, "Brother, you can't build something new without breaking it down. Have you forgotten the fear of being controlled by the Song family before? They had us by the throat and said they couldn't take the cloth from the cloth shop for the time being."
They're basically trying to drive down the price.
We have no choice but to find a way ourselves to turn the fabric into ready-made garments and sell them directly.
Uncle Fu patted his chest: "But what you're doing is indeed a bit too big a step. I'm afraid I might hurt myself."
Chen Xian shook his head: "Tying the egg is nothing. After a few days, it can still jump around. But I never want to experience the feeling of being choked again."
"..."
Often, nonsensical things grow wildly like weeds.
She's like the blacksmith's wife next door, everyone says that woman's eyes are like hooks, if she looks at you, you'll lose three days of your life.
The story spreads from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, and becomes increasingly absurd.
"Have you heard? In three days, the budget-friendly store will be holding a new autumn clothing exhibition!"
Will there be retired courtesans from the brothel, women who perform but don't sell their bodies, to receive you then?
"Good heavens, is this for real? Even the less famous girls at Qunfang Pavilion charge one tael of silver just for a cup of plain tea."
Do we need an entrance fee?
"Of course, if you go in for 100 coins, you'll be treated by the girls. If you buy new autumn clothes, the lowest price is 1.9 taels."
"And if you buy autumn clothes, just one item, you'll get a full refund of your 100-wen entrance ticket."
"Wait, I'm a little dizzy. At first, I thought it was a cheap clothing store using the guise of selling autumn clothes to do something shady."
"So you're actually selling clothes legitimately?"
"Of course, the shop next door is a regular cloth shop, a legitimate business. What are you thinking, kid? You think that place is a brothel just because you're looking for a few old girls from a brothel?"
"Hehe, I heard that these girls have prepared a song and dance performance. The song and dance performance that usually costs tens of taels of silver can now be seen for only one hundred coins."
"I see. Then I must give it a good critique!"
...
Song Shaobai, who had settled in Yingzhou Prefecture, listened to his subordinates' report.
"Young Master, our people have heard that something very interesting has happened in Lushan County."
"Um?"
"Gu Er is dead?"
Song Shaobai sneered, "Just an incompetent piece of trash."
An elderly man, who seemed to be an advisor, opened his mouth and said, "Young master, haven't you noticed something's amiss?"
"Lou Bo?"
Song Shaobai glanced at him, frowned slightly, and unconsciously distanced himself from the man.
"Young Master, please think carefully, who will ultimately benefit from the struggle with the Gu family?"
"Fu Lun, the cloth merchant of the common people?"
The attendant beside him mocked, "Young master, the men who stayed behind to collect the goods also mentioned that Fu Lun has opened a clothing shop, and it's quite a reputable one. Is he planning to copy us?"
Song Shaobai narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly, "It's been a long time since I've met such an interesting and bold person."
An ant trying to shake a tree is overestimating its own strength.
"Very well, this old geezer certainly has some ideas. And that Chen Xian guy, he always makes me uncomfortable. Tell me, who gave him the courage to speak to me so calmly every time?"
Lu Bo hesitated for a moment: "Young Master, do you mean you intend to teach them a lesson?"
"A dog won't learn its lesson if you don't beat it. Why not just lie on the ground and be a blood slave for the Song family? Why do you have to try to stand up and take a few steps?"
"Isn't it better to just be a good dog?"
Song Shaobai's voice was cold.
The old man took a deep breath: "I understand, young master. I will find someone to transport the family's ready-made clothing designs over here and open a shop directly in Lushan."
They are indeed a bunch of overconfident people. What foundation do they have to compare with the Song family's clothing shop?
"Trying to imitate the way people walk in Handan is futile and will only invite ridicule."
"No, Uncle Lu, there's really no need to transport the Song family's ready-made clothing designs all the way here."
Those country bumpkins have no idea whether clothes are good or bad.
Many people come because of the Song family's reputation.
Even if the Song family tailors cut up the ready-made clothes into diapers, believe it or not, people will still loudly praise the Song family's ready-made clothes as awesome.
It's not that I'm so great, but the Song family brand has decades of heritage. What can they compare to us?
The old man corrected him, "It's Song Jiabi!"
The young man gave a dry laugh:
“Buy a large quantity of clothes directly from Yingzhou Prefecture, transport them there, and open a shop opposite his, with prices higher than his.”
Find a group of embroiderers and label them with the Song family's name.
"Hehe, do you think those country bumpkins are all buying our clothes, or theirs?"
"Uncle Lu, what I find most amusing is that a group of lowly, slightly stronger ants think that they have a chance to get rid of the Song family just because they have outsmarted the brainless, weak ants with their clumsy plan. Who gave them the courage?"
"I've got my hands on Fu Lun from the cloth shop, and that old geezer named Chen Xian. Nobody can stop me!"
The old man looked at him and a slight look of satisfaction appeared on his face.
"good."
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