It was afternoon or evening.
There aren't many customers left.
The accountant and his assistants checked the goods while comparing them with the ledgers.
The clattering sound of the abacus beads began to echo throughout the shop.
The tailor, the shop assistant, the girl, Chen Xian, and Uncle Fu stood there quietly, watching silently.
My heart felt tense and anxious, as if it were being squeezed tightly.
The accountant nervously reported: "135 sets of women's ready-made clothing were sold, and 65 sets of men's ready-made clothing were sold."
The old accountant seemed stunned by the astonishing number and continued fiddling with the abacus, saying, "Something's not right. Let me check it again carefully."
Uncle Fu walked silently to the clothes rack, his rough fingers repeatedly stroking the fabric as if touching a baby's cheek.
Her fingers trembled slightly, and her eyebrows twitched. "If I remember correctly, when our shop first opened, we only sold 30 sets of women's clothing and 16 sets of men's clothing..."
The other shop assistants had incredibly enthusiastic expressions on their faces.
"Doesn't that mean I'll get several more taels of silver in wages this month?"
Zhu Zhaodi and the others were slightly surprised, looking bewildered.
Shui Sheng chuckled and said, "Sister Zhu, for every piece of clothing sold in our shop, the shop assistants get a 1/20 commission. Have you forgotten...?"
Zhu Zhaodi suddenly realized.
He and the woman exchanged a glance, their feelings a mix of emotions.
They had previously thought it was just a pie in the sky that person had drawn.
The accountant began reading out the figures: "Shuisheng sold 30 items, Su Maocai 26 items, Zhu Zhaodi 39, Shi Qiaofeng 34, Niu Aihua 41... Liu Qingqing 19 items..."
The guy started to think about it repeatedly in his mind.
If we follow the previous calculation method, a garment is worth 1.9 taels, and the commission is 1/20. If we calculate on average for 30 garments, each person can get at least 1... no, 2 taels, almost 3 taels.
My goodness, even if we calculate it at two taels, that's sixty taels a month?
Especially the girls, led by Zhu Zhaodi, frowned and counted repeatedly on their fingers.
Chen Xian picked up the brush and began to calculate on the paper.
The accountant, naturally, watched everyone with a smile and began working on the abacus.
After a few breaths, Chen Xian calmly said, "Based on thirty items, the average commission for each person is two taels, eight mace, and fifty cash. Let's work hard, family, and strive to make it into a big house for me by the New Year."
The men cheered.
Zhu Zhaodi's eyes were also sparkling. If she could really get that much, it would be more than she could earn teaching girls in the building.
And judging from the reaction of the guy next to him, the bonus must have been sent out very promptly.
Uncle Fu said calmly, "Everyone has worked hard. Tailors, accountants, and all those who work in the shop will receive appropriate bonuses every month."
Even the men temporarily transferred from outside were grinning broadly.
Life is getting better and better.
Shui Sheng looked at Uncle Fu with a puzzled expression and muttered, "Manager, isn't this a bit too calm?"
Uncle Fu walked out steadily and then found a secluded spot.
Suddenly, a howl like that of a wild wolf or a vicious dog rang out: "Awesome!"
"..."
Uncle Fu said to his servants, "Have Manager Jiang from Baiweilou order a table of food to be delivered to the backyard. Everyone has worked hard today."
Another round of cheers erupted.
Afterwards, Chen Xian, Uncle Fu, and Zhang Qiu reviewed the incident.
Uncle Fu: "You're really something, Brother Chen. If it weren't for you and Lao Zhang pulling each other along like this, the sales of ready-made clothes really wouldn't have been this high."
A genius.
From initially not understanding, even doubting and skeptical, to now completely trusting Chen Xian's strategy.
Zhang Qiu said with a smile: "First, Mr. Chen used people's attraction to beauty to lure everyone over;
I was in the backyard just now, but I overheard the girls talking.
Mr. Chen didn't care at all, and didn't even go to watch the girls rehearse their dance.
What does this show? It shows that from the beginning, Mr. Chen didn't care about the quality of the dance. First, he had complete trust in them, since these girls were all from legitimate brothels and their singing and dancing skills were naturally very proficient. Second, beauty was only one aspect; there must have been other tricks up his sleeve.
Just as expected!
Zhang Qiu chuckled.
"Acting is even more sophisticated than beauty."
Uncle Fu was also very happy.
"Old Zhang, let me tell you, you have no idea, when I was in the audience, I saw Brother Chen faint right there on the sign, he was so angry he fainted. I thought something really terrible had happened..."
Unexpectedly, it was just a simple act.
Zhang Qiu was amused.
"That's just how it is."
"At the beginning, a garment was sold for ten taels of silver, which everyone thought was expensive. Later, the price was lowered continuously until it reached a price that they were willing to accept."
I used encouragement on it.
He said he wanted to make the shop lose a lot of money, but many of the men watching the spectacle were actually happy that the shop went bankrupt.
The more I told them the store was losing money, the more frantically they bought things.
It just goes to show how human nature is; people can't stand to see others doing well.
He also harbored a desire to take advantage of the situation.
certainly.
How can there be any business in the world that doesn't make money?
Otherwise, why would people do good deeds? Where are there so many great philanthropists?
Unfortunately, many people were already caught up in the moment and couldn't distinguish between truth and falsehood.
Uncle Fu smiled broadly.
"By the time they realized what was happening, the price had already reached one tael and nine mace. This price was exactly the same as the price we posted on the walled forum, so there was no deception involved."
"And the most important thing... the ticket price..."
At this point, the two of them looked at Chen Xian, feeling a strange sense of unease as they thought about it.
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