Chapter 8 Do You Want to Become a Minjue?



"Yes, yes, I will remember the teachings of the Hadith and study them regularly when I return home. I will never forget them." Wu Dazhang agreed respectfully.

Zhu Youxiao pondered for a moment and said, "It's just a few words, I don't think you will understand. Keep an eye on the Ming Forum these days, it will be published there."

"I obey your command." Wu Dazhang paused, then added, "I read every issue of the Daming Forum, and I often have moments of enlightenment."

It's not some secret manual of internal power, how can it be an epiphany?

Zhu Youxiao smiled and didn't want to correct him. He said, "Wu Zheng is right. You have a good son. But you must remember to do business properly and don't ruin his future. Well, you can leave now!"

Wu Dazhang was filled with awe. He knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and left.

Zhu Youxiao watched Wu Dazhang leave, and with a quick glance, he found that the cat raised by Concubine Wang Liang had come back again.

At this time, the cat was lying obediently on the carpet under the cat tree, and from time to time he looked up at Xiaobai on it.

The cat was white except for a black patch on its forehead, which looked like a leaf. Therefore, Zhu Youxiao called it "Yehei".

Zhu Youxiao looked at the two cats, one staying quietly together and the other seemingly invisible, and couldn't help laughing.

Looking at "Ye Hei", Zhu Youxiao couldn't help but nodded secretly.

I admire you, you are thick-skinned and very resistant to beatings, and you are also so shameless. With this magical skill of picking up girls, you should be able to wait for the clouds to clear and see the moon. I wish you all the best!

……………………

Shanghai, General Chamber of Maritime Merchants.

The maritime merchants are rich, and it’s not an exaggeration. Just look at the clubhouse of the general association that has been built, and you can tell.

Especially the golden plaque, which was written by the emperor himself.

The calligraphy is elegant and ethereal, graceful and self-sufficient, and the style of the painting is vigorous and elegant, plain and simple. Even the great calligrapher Dong Qichang of that time was no less impressive.

Nonsense, that was written by Old Dong, and Zhu Youxiao just stamped it with his seal. But if you call Old Dong over, he won't dare to admit it even if you beat him to death!

Of course, Master Dong was sensible. He made some slight changes to his calligraphy style, but didn't dare to use his true skills.

At this time, in the meeting room of the Maritime Merchants Association, the two presidents, Li Dan and Yan Siqi, were admiring the precious mirror on the table with a dazzled look.

Several precious mirrors reflected the sunlight coming in from the windows, leaving streaks of light and shadow on the walls of the conference hall, adding a touch of splendor and variety.

Wu Zheng drank his tea calmly and steadily. When he first received the precious mirror from the capital, he had the same expression as Li and Yan did now.

Yan Siqi swallowed hard, and finally averted his gaze. He turned to Wu Zheng and bowed, saying, "Sir Wu, please tell me the rules. How much is this treasure worth, and how do you sell it?"

Li Dan sat down slowly, stroking his beard. If you look closely, you will find that his hands are trembling slightly.

Wu Zheng chuckled, stood up, took out another mirror, placed it on the table, and said, "Brother Li, Brother Yan, please look, this is a mirror made by the Western Barbarians. It's said to be worth a thousand taels of silver if it were only half the size of this one."

Li Dan and Yan Siqi showed surprised expressions, and stepped forward to take a closer look, and found that this mirror was much less bright and clear than those precious mirrors.

"So," Yan Siqi pointed with a look of disbelief, "then this mirror must be sold for at least three to five thousand taels of silver."

Wu Zheng smiled without saying anything, returned to his seat and crossed his legs.

Li Dan lowered his eyelids, thought for a moment, and said, "Three to five thousand taels, no problem. Perhaps it can be sold for even more. So, I will be the exclusive seller of the mirror overseas. Lord Wang, just state the price."

Yeah?! Yan Siqi glared at him, "You're the exclusive seller, do you think I'm dead?"

Li Dan glanced at Boss Yan and said disdainfully, "From the look on your face just now, it seemed as if you thought three or five thousand taels of silver was too expensive and you couldn't sell it."

Yan Siqi's eyes widened even more, and he argued, "No, I just think the price is too, too cheap."

Wu Zheng quickly interrupted and tried to persuade them, "Please be patient, both of you. Once I have explained the rules and regulations of this sale, it won't be too late to make a decision."

As a luxury item, mirrors fetch high prices and generate high profits, which is naturally a good thing. However, only a limited number of people can afford them, which in turn limits the overall revenue.

Therefore, Zhu Youxiao also made mirrors using the tin-mercury amalgam method. This method was time-consuming and costly, yet the price was actually lower than the silver mirrors, which were simpler and faster to make. How could he justify this?

However, this would allow mirrors to be differentiated and sold to a wider audience, but it would also deal a heavy blow to the mirror-making industry in Venice, thousands of miles away.

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