After leaving the Duke of Huguo's mansion, Jing Zhe went straight to another Zhang family winery, just as Zhang Xiaoyu had told him.
When he arrived at Qianmen Street and saw Zhang's Winery located next to Fenfangyuan, he couldn't help but exclaim that the Prince of Jin's brain had finally come to its senses!
Qianmen Street is one of the most prosperous streets in Jingzhou City. In addition to Fenfangyuan, there is also Wenxiangju, the largest restaurant in Jingzhou City. There are also many scattered inns on both sides of the street. With a winery located here, how could business not be good?
Upon arriving at the entrance of the winery, one can see that the place is bustling with activity, with a constant stream of people coming and going.
As Jing Zhe walked in, the waiter immediately came to greet him.
"Young master, are you here to order wine?"
Jing Zhe smiled and said, "I came from Jiangling. I heard that there is a Zhang family winery in Jingzhou that does business with the royal family, so I thought I would like to come and take a look, and buy some more strong liquor to take back to my family, so that everyone can taste what the strong liquor His Majesty likes to drink is like!"
The shopkeeper's eyes darted around, and he smiled, "Then you've come to the right place, young master! The Zhang Family Distillery you mentioned is a bit far from here. It's run by my boss's elder brother. The brewing process for this spirit is a family heirloom. Our two distilleries are practically one family, and the spirit tastes exactly the same. You can buy whatever you like here, young master!"
"Oh? A family recipe passed down through generations?"
"Of course! If you don't believe me, sir, you can ask around the city. Besides our Zhang Family Distillery, where else in the city can you find a distillery that sells strong liquor?"
Jing Zhe nodded, then asked, "Where is your manager?"
"What does the young master want with our manager? If it's to buy spirits, just tell me!"
"I bought too much, can you really make the decision?"
"How many?"
As he spoke, the waiter glanced at Jing Zhe and noticed that he was well-dressed and had an extraordinary demeanor. Then he remembered that Jing Zhe said he was from Jiangling, and Jiangling had too many wealthy and powerful families!
"That depends on how much you have. I'll take as much as you have. If you don't have enough, I'll go to another Zhang Family Winery to buy more!"
Jing Zhe is wealthy and arrogant.
"Does the young master know how much a jar of our strong liquor costs?"
Jing Zhe raised an eyebrow and asked, "How much?"
"Five taels of silver per jar!"
After he finished speaking, the waiter carefully observed Jing Zhe's expression and found that Jing Zhe did not react at all, as calmly as if he had just heard the price of cabbage and radish.
I couldn't help but exclaim in my heart, "Wow! What a rich and powerful young master!"
Five taels of silver?
Jing Zhe reached into his pocket, pulled out a thousand-tael silver note, and waved it in front of the shopkeeper. "Give me two hundred jars first!"
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When you're running a business, you naturally hope that the more money your customers have, the more they buy. But the shop assistant is in a dilemma now.
Their Zhang family distillery had only been open for a few days, and it had previously used someone else's distillery. The process of making spirits was also new, and the workers were figuring things out as they went along, so the output was low.
Moreover, although there were many shops selling spirits, five taels of silver for a jar was not a small amount, and the spirits were high in alcohol content. One jar of spirits was enough for many people to drink. So even though there were many people buying spirits, they didn't buy much. They only sold a hundred or so jars.
The distillery only has about twenty jars of spirits left in stock, far short of two hundred. The waiter is very anxious because he can't afford the thousand taels of silver he has in his hands.
"Hey, do you have it or not? If not, I'm going to another Zhang's Winery!"
“Young master, this order is too big for a lowly shop assistant like me to make the decision! Perhaps you could wait a moment while I go and call our manager out?”
Jing Zhe nodded impatiently, "Hurry up!"
The guy ran out in a flash.
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At this moment, Zhang Xuehou was playing dice in what appeared to be an ordinary household, but was actually an underground casino. He was enthusiastic about this kind of gambling, but unfortunately, he had lost more than he had won, and had lost all his money, so he could never enjoy it to the fullest.
Being recruited by the Prince of Jin to be the manager was one of the few shining moments in his life. With money in his hands, he even became more extravagant when gambling.
Although he was beaten up by Jing Zhe and felt furious, his gambling addiction kicked in, and he couldn't care less about anything else. He came over and has been gambling ever since.
Unexpectedly, he was unlucky in the boxing ring but lucky in the casino. He won quite a lot in no time. At this time, the waiter arrived.
Because he won money, he didn't stay long and came out cursing. He thought to himself that there were a lot of rich fools in Jiangling who wanted two hundred jars of strong liquor at once. Were they out of their minds?
When he entered the winery and saw Jing Zhe, anger welled up inside him.
"Are you buying spirits?"
"Huh, it won't work?"
"No way, get out of here! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking? You're just deliberately making us make more strong liquor, and then you won't buy it after we've finished making it all? You dare to use such childish tricks to fool people?"
Zhang Xuehou sneered a few times.
He had already heard how the Prince of Jin's heir had tricked Zhang Xuexian using the same methods, so how could he fall for it?
"You won't even take the money that's offered to you? With that kind of guts, you shouldn't be doing business at all. Go home and play in the mud!"
Jing Zhe finished speaking dismissively and turned to leave, but was stopped by the waiter: "Young master, please wait!"
Then he said to Zhang Xuehou, "Shopkeeper, this young master really has the money to buy! He just pulled out a thousand taels of silver! If you don't believe him, why not let him pay a deposit first? Don't worry about him going back on his word! Besides, our liquor business is so good right now, even if he doesn't buy, someone else will. Why worry about not being able to sell it!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuehou thought it made sense.
Moreover, they are backed by the heir apparent of the Prince of Jin, a situation completely different from what Zhang Xuexian encountered back then.
So he glanced at Jing Zhe and asked, "If you want to buy it, leave a deposit, are you sure you want to?"
"Why wouldn't I dare? But you have to give me a receipt, sign it, and put your fingerprint on it—if you don't trust me, I don't trust you either!"
"No problem!"
When Jing Zhe told him that a deposit could be paid, Zhang Xuehou was overjoyed, because the Prince of Jin had agreed with him that he could take a 10% cut from the liquor he sold. He hadn't sold much before, so the cut wasn't much.
If he sells them for a thousand taels at a time, he'll get a commission of over a hundred taels each time, which will allow him to place larger bets in the future!
Next, the money is exchanged for the receipt.
Zhang Xuehou promised that the liquor would be delivered in three days.
Their current distillery capacity is actually insufficient, but he plans to immediately increase purification equipment and manpower.
Then he asked, "You only want these two hundred jars?"
Jing Zhe shook his head and said honestly, "Of course not! I want them all, as long as you can make them!"
Zhang Xuehou was pleased, but still very puzzled.
"Zhang's Distillery can also produce strong liquor, so why are you buying so much from us?"
Jing Zhe tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle, his face serious.
"Because of love."
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