Chapter 503: Who made those rich guys so rich?
Aunt Xie murmured in agreement. Sang Zhixia exhaled and said, "The makeup brushes in the workshop will continue to be made according to this standard."
"Just make the brush handle more colorful, not as plain as the free ones."
It doesn't cost money as long as it works. The purpose is to open up new opportunities.
Then you have to spend money to buy it, and make people feel satisfied with the money spent. In this case, you have to make some changes to the makeup brush itself, at least so that others don’t feel that what they paid for is the same as if it was given away for free, and feel unbalanced.
The workshop manager lowered his head and nodded repeatedly, saying with a smile, "Don't worry, boss. The people in the workshop are all skilled craftsmen who are used to doing delicate work. I can't say anything else, but they have many tricks up their sleeves. They will definitely not run out of skills."
"We can carve patterns, engrave words, and paint on poles. Whatever you can think of, we can definitely do it, and it's guaranteed to be exquisite."
Sang Zhixia rubbed his wrist and said with satisfaction, "That's very good."
"Go back and do everything as usual. Once the first batch is ready, send it to me."
After the manager left with a smile, Sang Zhixia said to Xue Liu, who was sitting next to him, "Go to the workshop half an hour later and tell them that this batch of brushes is excellent. Give everyone an extra half month's salary as a reward. Distribute the bonus today."
"Do your best in the future, and there will be rewards if you do well."
Clearly distinguishing rewards and punishments is a necessary strategy to win people's hearts.
He didn't reward in person, but instead asked capable people like Xue Liu to go in person. People who originally thought they were just doing their job unexpectedly received a reward, and the encouraging effect was doubled.
Xue Liu understood Sang Zhixia's meaning in a blink of an eye and chuckled, "Yes, I'll go over there as soon as I get down the mountain."
Sang Zhixia puffed out her cheeks and breathed a sigh of relief, then raised her eyebrows at Aunt Xie jokingly, "Aunt Xie, I won't send anyone over to Peach Blossom Noodles alone. When you go back, take the reward money with you and tell everyone to do their best."
Aunt Xie herself wasn't so happy about half a month's wages, but when she thought about the possible reactions of others, she couldn't help laughing.
"You manage your subordinates well, and they will be grateful."
Sang Zhixia waved her hand and smiled: "I don't ask for anyone's gratitude. I just hope that everyone can do their job well. That's the best."
Aunt Xie has a lot of chores on her hands, and she hasn't seen Sang Zhixia for a long time, so she is still worried.
Seeing that Sang Zhixia had nothing else to tell him, he simply walked to the side with Diancui and Huashan, and asked in a low voice about Sang Zhixia's recent situation, pointing out all the shortcomings of the two young people who had not thought things through.
The voices in the corner were so quiet that they had no effect on the people sitting under the tree.
Xue Liu looked around with a smile, put the account book he brought with him on the table, and said jokingly, "I did bring the account book, but you don't need to look at it today. Wait until tomorrow. I won't leave until tomorrow."
Sang Zhixia's stay here will not interfere with her work, but Xu Yu has also warned her in advance that she is not allowed to come here with too many things in one day and must do them in batches.
Sang Zhixia found it a little funny to think of Xu Yu's nagging expression like an old woman with a frown on her face. She said lazily, "If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have had the energy to look into it."
"You came at the perfect time. Mo Ding Mountain just sent over a box of tea balls. Would you like to try some?"
The tea ball was newly made this year. Its color is the dark black unique to black tea, but the aroma lingering at the tip of the nose is better than before.
Sang Zhixia couldn't drink tea herself, so she just held up a bowl of red date soup that she'd been simmering for half a day and said, "The elders at Mo Ding Mountain tried changing the heat when they stir-fried the tea, and now the tea seems to have a bit more of a sharp edge and a bit less of a warm aroma. How are you drinking it?"
Xue Liu considered himself a vulgar person. He smacked the tip of his tongue like a cow chewing a peony and shook his head frankly: "To be honest, I actually couldn't taste it."
"I drink Tieguanyin and Kuding tea the same way. You don't have to take my nonsense seriously."
Sang Zhixia was so happy that she couldn't straighten her back. She laughed and said, "There's no need to be so self-deprecating. After all, we are almost the same."
"This difference in taste was reported by a subordinate, and Xu Yu figured it out after tasting three cups himself. I don't even know if what he said is true or not."
But it doesn’t matter if they can’t tell the difference. As long as people with good tea can taste the slight difference, that’s fine.
The high price of Mo tea has always been a constant. This year's new tea has some new features, so the price will naturally be different.
Sang Zhixia showed no sign of being soft-hearted. She fiddled with the white porcelain spoon in her hand and said slowly, "Those who like this thing are all wealthy people who have more than 1,800 taels of silver to spend. There's no need to be polite about this."
"Wait until more come out, and then slowly come up with names to lower the number."
The transplanting of tea trees by cuttings has achieved remarkable results. The Mocha, which was once scarce, now seems to occupy the Moding Mountain. Although there are tea trees of various sizes, they are actually silver scattered all over the ground.
The good times when rare goods are sold at exorbitant prices are about to pass. If we don’t act now and make a killing from the wealthy, then when will we?
Xue Liu suppressed his laughter and drank his tea without saying much. After Sang Zhixia had finished sighing, he said, "From what I heard from Lin Yun, you plan to send all this tea to the south to sell?"
"right."
Sang Zhixia said playfully, "Who made those rich people who live in a land of plenty so rich?"
"Except in the south, where else can we find buyers who are not short of money?"
Lin Yun and others are already preparing to set off soon, just waiting for the tea balls stored in the cellar to be taken out of the cellar as scheduled. It will be a different scene when they are transported to the south.
The reputation of "one ounce of black tea is worth a thousand ounces of gold" was created by those wealthy businessmen from the south. All the tea should be given to those people to drink.
Sang Zhixia briefly outlined her plan to open a tea shop in the south, and concluded by saying, "When Lin Yun leaves, I want you to go with him."
Xue Liu is bold and careful, making him the most suitable person to take charge of a region.
Moreover, she has run a grain store and a soap flower business, and now she has started a tea shop, so she is very experienced.
Sang Zhixia can feel at ease with such a person staying in a place where he cannot supervise.
Xue Liu was a little surprised, but did not show any resistance.
After all, no matter where she is, she is helping Sang Zhixia. She doesn't mind where she is or what she does specifically.
Xue Liu nodded happily, and after chatting, he went to rest in a place where he would not disturb Sang Zhixia and Xu Yu.
Sang Zhixia leaned back in her chair, silently letting go of the weight hanging in her heart. She didn't even open her eyes when she heard footsteps behind her.
Xu Yu approached, paused, and leaned back against the table made of round logs. He leaned down slightly, looked at Sang Zhixia's rounder face, and said softly, "Zhizhi."
"Are you so anxious to open shops all over the country because you're worried about me?"
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