"Chain store? What does chain store mean? Does it mean locking up the store?" Zhang San scratched the back of his head. The young lady always used strange words.
"Pretty much, but this 'locking up' doesn't mean locking up in the literal sense. It refers to opening branch stores, which, under the organization and leadership of headquarters, adopt the same operating policies, centrally procure goods, reduce costs, and increase profits. Simply put, it's about opening countless 'Gaga Xiang' stores, and then controlling all of them ourselves," Yun Qingran explained.
Zhang San scratched his head vigorously, and after pondering for a long time, he finally understood what Yun Qingran meant.
“Miss, I understand. I think it’s feasible.” Zhang San nodded excitedly.
“Zhang San, I’ll write down the specific strategies for opening a branch for you. Just follow them flexibly and adapt accordingly. I believe in you.” Yun Qingran patted Zhang San on the shoulder.
"What do you mean, Miss?" Zhang San stood up. "Do you mean I have to stay at Gaga Fragrance indefinitely?"
His profession is that of a thug and a bandit, not a cook!
“Zhang San, I think you’re better suited for business,” Yun Qingran said to him. “Zhang San, you might be passable as a bandit or a thug, but as a businessman, I think you’re a genius.”
The success of Gagaxiang is not only due to its delicious hot pot broth, but also largely due to Zhang San's excellent management. His achievements, despite being a self-taught businessman, demonstrate his considerable talent for business.
Zhang San was delighted to hear Yun Qingran's praise; the young lady was calling her a genius!
“Actually, my family has been in business for generations, and my father taught me some business principles when I was a child. But later, I encountered misfortune and went astray, which is why I forgot about business principles.” Zhang San’s expression became somewhat dejected as he thought of his former family.
"Let bygones be bygones, and keep striving for the future. It's getting late, I need to go back and see if Father has finished his court session. I'll have Bicao send you the plan for opening the chain stores once I've finished writing it." Yun Qingran saw that it was getting late and prepared to go back.
Making money is a long-term endeavor, but the plight of displaced people is an immediate problem. She needs to go back and see what the imperial court has to say about the situation of the displaced people.
"Okay, take care, Miss." Zhang San waved to Yun Qingran, a little puzzled. What did "good luck" mean?
The young lady uses strange and unusual words every day.
Yun Qingran returned to the Zhen'an Marquis's residence, where Yun Xiao had already returned.
"Ranran, your father has already reported this matter to the Emperor. The Emperor has sent the Left Prime Minister to Zhang County to investigate the disaster situation. If it is true that the snow disaster in Zhang County is serious, the Left Prime Minister does not need to report it and can directly issue a decree for disaster relief." Yunxiao was in a good mood.
"That's good." Yun Qingran nodded. She had heard of the name of Left Prime Minister Li Heyang. He was a good official. If he went to Zhang County, the people of Zhang County would be saved.
"As for these refugees in the capital, Father will be responsible for their resettlement." Yunxiao frowned as he spoke of this.
"Father, is there some difficulty?" Yun Qingran asked.
"Resettling the refugees requires money and provisions, and the Emperor said that the Ministry of Revenue should allocate funds. But I just went to the Vice Minister of Revenue, and he said that there was no money and he could only give one thousand taels." Yunxiao sighed softly.
"What, a thousand taels?" Yun Qingran thought she had misheard. With so many refugees, a thousand taels wouldn't even cover two days' worth of food.
Yunxiao sighed again and didn't say anything.
"Father, go and tell the Emperor that the Ministry of Revenue will only give one thousand taels, and that you can't do this." Yun Qingran was furious.
"It was Father who brought up the issue of the refugees, and it was Father who took on the task of settling them. If Father were to abandon his responsibilities now, how could he face the court in the future?" Yunxiao smiled lovingly at Yun Qingran, "Ranran, don't worry, Father can handle it."
Seeing Yunxiao's expression, Yun Qingran nodded, "Ranran believes in Father."
When Yun Qingbi returned in the evening, Yun Qingran came to his room to discuss it with him.
"Brother, which faction does this Vice Minister of Revenue belong to?" Yun Qingran asked Yun Qingbi.
“The Vice Minister of Revenue is from the Liang family. His mentor is the father of the Imperial Noble Consort, the current Right Chancellor Liang Xiangzhi.” Yun Qingbi’s tone was somewhat heavy.
If the resettlement of displaced people is not handled properly, it will offend the emperor, lose the support of the people, and be ridiculed by colleagues, making it a very difficult situation.
"It's someone from the Liang family again. The Liang family is truly a persistent ghost." Yun Qingran had already guessed that it must be someone from the Liang family. Only the Liang family would be so hateful.
"The Liang family is like a nail embedded in the flesh and blood of Bei Yin. If you move it even slightly, its shadow will be everywhere." Yun Qingbi also hated the Liang family to the core.
He could have been promoted countless times, but the Liang family blocked it, only allowing their own people to advance.
"Brother, is there any dirt on this Vice Minister of Revenue?" Yun Qingran asked Yun Qingbi.
“I don’t know.” Yun Qingbi shook her head and then said, “I’m not a member of the Liang family faction, so how could they let me know their secrets? But I’ve heard that the wife of the Vice Minister of Revenue has a bad temper and her family is very powerful, so the Vice Minister of Revenue is very afraid of his wife.”
"Henpecked!" Yun Qingran suddenly had an idea.
"Ranran, what are you planning?" Yun Qingbi saw her eyes light up and knew she had another mischievous idea.
"Since you're afraid of your wife, then I'll play to her tastes." Yun Qingran chuckled coldly.
At night, the streets of Hualiu were brightly lit and filled with the fragrance of perfume. Women of all kinds, dressed in light clothes, sat leaning against the railings, holding handkerchiefs in their hands and calling out to passing men, "Grandpa, come and have some fun."
Yun Qingran was dressed in men's clothing, with her hair tied up, her eyebrows drawn thick, and two small mustaches pasted on her philtrum. She was holding a folding fan in her hand, and she looked like a wealthy and powerful young master.
She had inquired with Ruyu that although the Vice Minister of Revenue was afraid of his wife, he still often used social engagements as an excuse to visit brothels and play cards with courtesans.
"Young master, is this your first time here?" Yun Qingran walked into Qianjiao Pavilion, and a madam dressed in a flamboyant manner greeted her as soon as she entered.
"This is my first time visiting your home." Yun Qingran closed her folding fan, casually playing with it in her right hand.
He said it was his first time visiting Qianjiao Pavilion, which means he usually goes to other places and is a playful person.
"Oh, young master, you've come to the right place! Our young ladies are pure and virtuous, incredibly talented, beautiful as flowers, and gentle as water. Besides the young ladies, we also have male prostitutes!" the madam enthusiastically introduced.
"Hmm, I heard that your family has a girl named Hongyan, who is exceptionally beautiful and talented," Yun Qingran asked calmly.
"Hongyan." The madam hesitated a bit; Hongyan was already being kept by someone.
"How is it? Is it alright?" Yun Qingran took out a silver coin and tossed it to the madam.
Upon seeing the silver, the madam immediately smiled and said, "Of course, of course."
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