"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"
Chen Mo, who witnessed everything in the hall from his room, clapped his hands and cheered, then looked at Jing Zhe with great curiosity.
"Young Master Kun's sales methods are unheard of. They are truly enlightening and I have benefited greatly from them! However, that... 'love fart' nickname is really novel. Could it be that Young Master came up with it himself?"
Chen Mo was very smart. He could imagine that if other stores adopted Jing Zhe's "love fart" sales model, their business would definitely boom!
Scholars strive for official positions to stand out from the crowd and gain a superior status.
The idea that farting can make ordinary people feel superior and noble is novel and bold, and is truly commendable.
"Well... no, that's not it."
Jing Zhe may be thick-skinned, but he can just plagiarize poetry normally; he doesn't bother with plagiarizing business principles and methods.
"only--"
He paused for a moment, then said with a smile.
I learned it in my hometown!
"You learned it in your hometown?"
The two said it almost at the same time, then looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"Every time I hear Young Master Akun talk about his hometown, I'm so eager to go to Pengzhou that I don't even want to go back to Jingzhou anymore. Instead, I can't wait to go to Pengzhou to see it!"
Jing Zhe could tell that this was Chen Mo's teasing praise, so he didn't take it seriously and just smiled it off, but Gui Zhi next to him got anxious.
"Young master, you absolutely must not go to Pengzhou!"
After being away for so long, and finally persuading him to prepare to return to Jingzhou, Young Master Akun suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Now, Guizhi dreams of tying Young Master Akun up and taking him back to Jingzhou.
If she were to go to Pengzhou again—Guizhi felt she would go crazy.
"You little rascal—"
Hearing Guizhi's voice almost crackle with tears, Jing Zhe couldn't help but find it amusing. "That's interesting!"
Chen Mo blushed and glared at Gui Zhi: "I was just joking, how could I really go? The way you're acting makes you a laughingstock!"
Guizhi stopped crying and started laughing, without feeling embarrassed at all.
Jing Zhe noticed that Chen Mo scratched his neck a few times while he was talking, so he went over to take a look and saw that his originally fair neck was now covered in red.
"Was this from a mosquito bite last night?"
“Yes,” Chen Mo nodded, “I didn’t expect the mosquitoes on this mountain to be so much fiercer than those down below. Maybe it’s because there’s really no one to bite on the mountain, so they’ve finally caught the two of us, and of course they won’t let us go!”
Chen Mo spoke with a relaxed expression, but Jing Zhe began to think, and at the same time, another idea popped into his head.
...
When Jing Zhe came down the mountain last night, he had already figured out the marketing strategy. If the marketing goes up, the production capacity must also keep up.
So he brought a few more people down from the mountain to expand production—at least to the point where they could produce about 500 mung bean popsicles a day.
Jing Zhe calculated that the large vat he bought before could only make a maximum of two hundred mung bean popsicles a day, so he planned to buy three more large vats of the same size, using two to make mung bean popsicles and the remaining one specifically for making ice for his own use.
Popsicles are sold in the front hall, and the backyard is bustling with activity as well.
Jing Zhe instructed the newcomers to go to the street and buy several large vats. He then converted one of the remaining two side rooms into an ice cellar, transported the contents inside, and prepared to make popsicles.
When we bought the house, we thought it was big enough, but now that we've expanded it, it feels too cramped.
There are three side rooms in the backyard, one woodshed (used to store saltpeter), two side rooms used as ice cellars, and only one side room is empty and can no longer be used, otherwise there will be nowhere to sleep at night.
"Brother Chen, my place is too small. If I need to find a place to stay in the future, I will have to borrow your esteemed place!"
Chen Mo wasn't stingy either, and said with a smile, "Alright, welcome, young master!"
As the two were talking, Fatty Ball excitedly ran over.
"Young chieftain, we sold a total of fifty beginner-level 'love farts,' eight intermediate-level 'love farts,' and none advanced-level 'love farts.'"
As he spoke, Fatty handed over the two hundred and ten taels of silver to Jing Zhe. It was the first time the others had ever seen so much silver, and they were stunned.
"If we had known money was so easy to make, why would we have bothered robbing people? We could work in all kinds of weather and not make this much in a year. What's the point?"
Some people say that this experience fully demonstrates the hardships of being a bandit.
"Without a young chieftain, how will you earn it with your head?"
When it comes to flattery, Fatty Ball is the master.
The others quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, the young chieftain is the best!"
"..."
Jing Zhe nodded, gladly accepting everyone's praise, while reminding them: "The more money we collect, the heavier the burden on our shoulders becomes. We must keep good records and keep accurate accounts for every single transaction!"
As the only literate and accounting-savvy manager on the mountain, Big Face nodded repeatedly, indicating that he understood.
Jing Zhe continued assigning tasks: "We sold fifty-eight popsicles today, so the demand for popsicles tomorrow will probably be at least four hundred. In addition, we also need to provide one hundred popsicles for non-popsicle customers, so we must make more than five hundred popsicles today!"
Everyone's expressions turned solemn upon hearing this.
"The raw materials are ready now, but we still need more bamboo tubes. So, let's split up and work our own way to make all the popsicles. Are you confident?"
"have!"
With their enthusiasm ignited by Jing Zhe, the people of Mangshan were full of fighting spirit and ready to make a big splash!
"Alright, the weather won't be hot for much longer. Let's make the most of these last ten days or so and try to earn as much money as possible so that the brothers on the mountain can live a good life of drinking and eating meat to their heart's content!"
Jing Zhe gave everyone a final pep talk and then told them to get back to work.
"Young Master, something terrible has happened!"
Just as everyone was dismissed, Hanhan came running over, panting heavily.
"What's the panic? What's wrong?"
Jing Zhe asked.
"Young Master, there are government officials outside!"
"The government?"
Jing Zhe and Chen Mo were both startled. They exchanged a glance and then walked out together.
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