Chapter 55: The Bei Family's Midas Touch
Cui Qingyi reached out and pinched her face and said with a smile: "Our konjac is very powerful now. We can even get a salary as a female teacher. Maybe I will have to rely on our konjac to support myself in the future."
Hearing this, Konjac grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth. He generously placed the silver in front of Cui Qingyi and raised his hand as if swearing: "Don't worry, young lady. I will definitely work harder to earn money in the future. Next year, we will fill the woodshed with charcoal."
Cui Qingyi: "Hahaha okay, then I will wait to enjoy the blessing of our konjac."
As for the share of Moxiang Study, Qi Moxuan delivered it the day before New Year's Eve.
Nowadays, due to the high status of scholars, the prices of books, pens, ink, paper and inkstones are also high. Although it has only been three months, the share that Qi Moxuan sent over is more than two hundred taels, which is considered a huge profit in Cui Qingyi's opinion.
Looking at the white silver ingots in front of her, Cui Qingyi couldn't help but look forward to the performance of the Seven Star Study after the New Year.
The Qixing Bookstore is a bookstore spread all over Qinghe County. If her Qingtianji can open up the market under the operation of the Qixing Bookstore, not to mention catching up with Young Master Qingfeng, even if she can reach half of Young Master Qingfeng, she will make a fortune.
For the sake of the money, Cui Qingyi secretly vowed to work hard after the new year and try to write a few more books.
On the other side, Qi Moxuan also sat with Madam Fan to check the accounts.
Qi Moxuan was using an abacus while Fan Hui was counting the silver. As they counted, the couple's eyes became brighter and brighter.
Fan Hui felt her hands trembling. Their bookstore had made money in previous years, but compared to this year, it was nothing.
"It's just a storybook, how can it make so much money?" Fan Hui said she didn't understand.
Qi Moxuan breathed a sigh of relief. Only now did he truly understand why Qixing Bookstore had gone to such great lengths to make all of Young Master Qingfeng's books exclusive. As expected of a family that had been in business for generations, the Bei family was very quick-witted.
Qi Moxuan warned Fan Hui: "You must be more attentive when interacting with the Cui family in the future, and you should also visit the Cui family more often."
Hearing her husband's advice, Fan Hui nodded solemnly: "Do you even need me to tell you that? I will also do my best for Xiaoyuan."
Qi Moxuan was very happy, but Manager Zhao of Qixing Study was not having a good time.
A few days ago, he had the first and second volumes of Qingtianji sent to Qinghe City at full speed, and then he had been quietly waiting for a reply from the master.
He was very optimistic about the potential of Qingtianji, and was certain that if it was run by their Qixing Study, Qingtianji would very likely reach the level of Qingfeng Gongzi.
The old man has a unique vision and can definitely see the potential of Qingtianji.
However, this certainty began to become uncertain as the wait became longer and longer, and Manager Zhao unconsciously began to have wild thoughts.
Did the messenger encounter some emergency on the way and was delayed, so the Qingtianji has not been delivered to you yet?
Or maybe the book has been delivered, but the old man didn’t take it seriously or he didn’t think Qing Tian Ji was unique?
What's more, is there someone in Qinghe City who doesn't want him to stand out?
The more I think about it, the more tormented I become.
If the master hadn't called him back, Manager Zhao would have wanted to go back and ask in person.
At least you can stand in front of me and die with a clear understanding.
Qinghe City, Bei family mansion.
The messenger from Dongping County was delayed for two days due to heavy snow. With the New Year approaching, if the items could not be delivered to the mansion in time, it would delay Manager Zhao's important business.
For those who were sent to follow the shopkeepers, their future honor, disgrace, wealth and status were closely related to the shopkeepers.
Only when Manager Zhao came forward could he succeed, so even though the weather still didn't clear up, the messenger still gritted his teeth and started on his way.
Fortunately, God was on our side and the sun finally broke through the clouds and hung high in the sky just half a day after we set off.
The Bei family settles their accounts from the 25th to the 28th of the twelfth lunar month before the New Year. During this period, all the head shopkeepers of various shops of the Bei family need to return to the Bei family to settle the accounts together.
It is both a review of accounts and a report to the boss at the end of the year on one's work achievements for the year. Shopkeepers summarize each other's experiences and lessons, learn good experiences, and avoid making the same mistakes as their predecessors.
Finally, the person in charge of the Bei family made a summary and awarded those who deserved rewards and punished those who deserved punishments.
The huge front hall of the Bei family was crowded with people. The current head of the Bei family, the Bei Shangyuanlao, was sitting in the first seat calmly. A beautiful maid was squatting beside him, fiddling with an abacus with her fingers. The account books beside her were piled high, but were also decreasing at a very fast speed.
It was at this time that Manager Zhao's messenger was led into the front hall by the servants. Because the things he brought were special, he was brought directly to Bei Shangyuan.
"Greetings, sir. This is something that Manager Zhao of the Seven Stars Study in Dongping County asked me to deliver. Please have a look."
A beautiful maid had already stepped forward and took the thing wrapped in oil paper from the messenger, but she did not present it directly to Bei Shangyuan. Instead, she turned around and placed the thing on the incense burner, smoked it in circles, and then carefully placed it on the table in front of Bei Shangyuan.
A chubby finger with a huge emerald green ring stretched out slowly, and then flipped a few pages in a very casual manner.
Then, the chubby fingers grew from one to two, and the pages of the book turned one after another.
The maids standing behind looked at each other, and they were all curious about what kind of good thing could have piqued the master's interest.
You know, before the New Year, all the shopkeepers gave things to the old man, but most of them didn't even look at them. Now he is interested in a tattered book.
You have to know that their uncle doesn't like reading very much. He can only flip through a few pages of Mr. Qingfeng's book.
No one dared to make a sound to disturb Bei Shangyuan; even the shopkeepers who were busy trying to build relationships gradually quieted down.
Everyone thought at the same time: "Master, this is another way to make money!
I wonder which shopkeeper is so lucky?"
Although the Bei family is doing well in Qinghe County, twenty years ago, the Bei family was just a vendor selling tea eggs at the dock in Qinghe City.
It wasn't until Bei Shangyuan's birth that the Bei family's business began to flourish. The tea eggs became a breakfast stall, the breakfast stall became a breakfast shop, and later on, the Bei family restaurant and the Bei family restaurant were opened.
Only the old people who have been with the Bei family for many years know that all this is because the Bei family has a Midas touch. Over the years, all the business that Bei Shangyuan has favored has been successful. It seems that Bei Shangyuan was born to make money.
After reading a unit's story, Bei Shangyuan picked up the brush on the desk and casually wrote the word "可".
As for how ecstatic Shopkeeper Zhao was when he saw these words a few days later, let’s not talk about it for now.
Before New Year's Eve, snowflakes fell in Dongping County for several consecutive days.
The snow was not heavy and quickly melted into snow water when it fell on the ground.
But it was this little bit of snow water that caused the humidity in the air to increase dramatically. Cui Qingyi spent the whole day either curled up on the kang or carrying a hand warmer in her arms.
This was the first New Year the two of them had spent independently, and not only Konjac but even Cui Qingyi felt it was of great significance.
On the morning of New Year's Eve, Cui Qingyi took Konjac to post couplets and hang lanterns.
Although she had only added some red things, the whole yard felt more festive. Even though her hands were cold from being exposed to the elements for a long time, Cui Qingyi still felt warm all over.
Cui Qingyi prepared a New Year's red envelope for Konjac, and even hung a few copper coins around Wangcai's neck with a red string. The big dog didn't understand what this meant, but it didn't stop it from sticking to Cui Qingyi's legs, wagging its tail quickly.
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