Chapter 57: Vision
Ning Fengluan had heard the erotic story of her brother-in-law and his widowed sister-in-law.
I thought it was just the bad taste of those illiterate and rough men, but I never thought that there was a real-life example in front of me.
Ji Changqing and Feng Shi actually...
No, no, Ji Changqing is the prime minister. He must know how important reputation is to an official. He would never ruin his own future by having thoughts about his widowed sister-in-law.
It must be because Feng was a widow at home, feeling lonely and empty, that she stretched out her claws to Ji Changqing and tried to get her hands on him.
How shameless.
But this is also consistent with her background.
A traveling doctor from a remote village who may not even have read any books, how could he have any ethics or morals?
Ning Fengluan gritted her teeth.
"It's all because of this bitch. She made me work in vain and embarrassed myself."
She rode back to the city filled with resentment.
Because she caught too much cold during the trip, she fell ill when she returned home. When her grandmother and two uncles in the capital heard about it, they all came to the mansion to see her.
They ask about each other's well-being and give gifts.
Feeling the doting of her elders, her energy gradually recovered.
Feng was an orphan with nothing. If anyone looked at her even a few more times, it was a compliment to her and was not worth her getting angry about.
Ji Changqing just didn't realize Feng's intention and treated her as his elder sister-in-law, so he behaved intimately with her.
If he noticed, he would probably avoid it as much as possible.
Even though she thought so, she still couldn't hold back her expression when Shopkeeper Xiong came to her on the sixth day of the New Year to report the previous year's accounts.
“How could there be such a huge loss?!”
She looked at the ledger in disbelief.
"Before Jinyi Pavilion was handed over to you, it was making tens of thousands of taels of silver every year! How come it's losing nearly ten thousand taels after it came into your hands?"
Shopkeeper Xiong naturally put all the blame on Qinghui Nuanrong Pavilion.
"After Qinghui Warm Velvet Pavilion opened, it snatched up all the customers. Everyone rushed to order custom down jackets and sweaters, and no one came to buy fur coats. How could Jinyi Pavilion not suffer losses?"
Ning Fengluan was furious.
It’s Feng again!
"Don't you want to do something about it? Just let others snatch your customers away?"
Shopkeeper Xiong looked helpless: "We've tried everything. The customer just wants to try something new. What can I do?"
Ning Fengluan thought about the down jackets and sweaters that almost every wealthy family owned this winter, and knew that he was telling the truth. She frowned for a long time and slapped the armrest.
"Why don't we just sell down jackets and sweaters?"
Shopkeeper Xiong stammered, "But, but we don't have any supply."
"Why don't we just make it ourselves?" Ning Fengluan rolled her eyes at him. "If Qinghui Nuanrong Pavilion can open a workshop, why can't we? Just spend a little more money, recruit their people, and we'll have everything in no time. It's such a simple thing."
Shopkeeper Xiong thought about it and praised, "Young Miss is truly amazing! She has never been involved in business, yet she has more foresight than me."
"Stop the flattery."
Ning Fengluan said with a pout.
"Hurry up and get ready."
"yes!"
Shopkeeper Xiong got to work without stopping.
What surprised him was that the helpers in the two workshops of Qinghui Nuanrong Pavilion were very difficult to pry away.
"How many hours do you work a day? How many days off do you have? Do you get paid if you don't work during holidays? Do you provide medical expenses if you get sick or injured..."
One question brings up a bunch of questions.
He then realized that the treatment at Qinghui Nuanrongge Workshop was ridiculously good. If the treatment was not equal, the helpers would not be willing to switch jobs even if he paid twice the salary.
It's outrageous.
He is not as comfortable as the shopkeeper as they are.
But in order to attract people, he gritted his teeth and gave them equal treatment, and raised their salary to three times, and only then was he able to open the workshop.
Nanny Xu reported the matter to Feng Qingsui.
Feng Qingsui said with a smile: "It's already spring, why are you still wearing a down jacket?"
Aunt Xu also laughed.
"That shopkeeper Xiong has always only carve out his own pockets and demanded kickbacks. He's never really done business properly, so how could he understand these intricacies? He's just the right person to help us solve a problem."
With orders pouring in, she recruited a large number of helpers and delivered all the orders before the New Year.
There are not many orders nowadays, so we don’t need so many people. I’m worried about who to fire and who to keep.
With Jinyi Pavilion wielding the hoe, the helpers no longer have to think about it. Whether to leave or stay is up to them.
Although the helper brought all the skills with her, these skills were difficult to keep secret. The real core things were in her hands, and the helper had no access to them at all.
Her only worry was...
"Ma'am, these down jackets and sweaters sell well in autumn and winter, but I'm afraid no one will buy them in spring and summer. Doesn't that mean we'll be idle for half a year?"
“Shops will be idle, but workshops won’t be.”
Feng Qingsui replied.
"I plan to donate a batch of winter clothes to the children in the Salesian Home every year, which will allow the workshop to produce them in the spring and summer."
Donating clothes is my sister’s habit in previous years, and she plans to continue it.
Although she didn't know how long it would last - it depended on how long she lived.
As long as she had not avenged her sister's family, she would have to bear the consequences and would not dare to make any promises.
Aunt Xu nodded and said, "Okay."
Seeing that he had poached most of the helpers, the Qinghui Nuanrong Pavilion dared not even fart, and the shopkeeper Xiong was very proud for a long time.
When everything was ready and we started taking orders, Jinyi Pavilion was still deserted, and my mood took a turn for the worse.
"What's going on?"
He looked worriedly at the shop full of samples.
"Why is there no one who comes to order?"
At first, I thought Qinghui Nuanrong Pavilion was playing some trick, but after observing and finding that their business was also sluggish, I belatedly remembered the change of seasons.
Who would order winter clothes in the spring?
He was extremely panicked.
After spending so much money, it’s impossible not to sell a single piece of clothing, right?
There are late spring cold snaps, so it’s still very cold!
But no one came.
When Ning Fengluan asked, he said stiffly, "Miss, the families in the capital may not know that our Jinyi Pavilion also sells down jackets and sweaters. We must think of a way to spread the word."
Ning Fengluan took advantage of the first month of the lunar year to visit relatives and friends and publicize her business.
Her maternal grandmother and uncle, who had always loved her, placed large orders without hesitation; her stepmother's family also loved her and placed orders as well; her younger sisters, who knew her well, said they needed an extra winter coat and also placed orders...
With the help of some personal connections, the business gradually prospered.
Shopkeeper Xiong felt relieved.
Urge the helpers to work overtime to rush out the orders and deliver them to these customers so that they can wear them out to show them off and bring in a second wave of sales.
However.
There was no second wave of sales.
"Your clothes smell," a little sister told Ning Fengluan, "and they make me itchy and break out in rashes."
After Ning Fengluan tried it on herself, she found that it was indeed the case.
"How do you do your work!" she roared at Shopkeeper Xiong, "The clothes you make are so dirty and smelly!"
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