For example, how should the products from the dyeing workshop be positioned?
She was interested in the Shen family dyehouse because it had a strong competitive advantage.
In layman's terms, this is called a moat.
The moat surrounding the Shen family dyehouse is an intangible asset moat.
That is, its unique technology.
The Shen family possesses the formula for creating unique colors, and for the time being, no one can rival them.
If this formula were in modern times, it could be patented, which would be called a patent moat.
There's only one moat, so it's not safe to say the city is secure.
Ideally, another one should be built, and among the various types of moats, the easiest to achieve is the cost advantage moat.
However, cost is currently the biggest disadvantage for the Shen family.
The geographical location is not advantageous, and raw materials need to be transported over long distances, which increases costs.
The small scale of the dyeing workshop increased the unit cost of the products.
How to turn a cost disadvantage into a cost advantage? That is a difficult challenge.
He Youyou was deep in thought when she suddenly heard a rapid knocking on the door.
The sound came in from outside the space.
There was a knock on the door of her room.
He Youyou looked down at her nightgown.
The nightgown was ankle-length, and no skin was exposed.
Just to be on the safe side, she also wore a pair of pajama bottoms underneath.
Once outside the space, I put on my outer garment.
Who is it?
She stood in the room and asked.
"I am Zhao Changqing," someone outside the door replied.
He Youyou walked over, removed the latch, and opened the door.
Outside the door stood a man reeking of alcohol.
Zhao Changqing leaned against the door frame, holding a wine jar in his hand.
His face was flushed, and he looked at her with hazy, drunken eyes.
The air was thick with the smell of strong liquor.
He Youyou stepped out the door and stood face to face with him.
Zhao Changqing glanced around the room with a dazed look in his eyes: "Why aren't the lights on?"
He Youyou said, "The lights were turned off just now, who would sleep with the lights on?"
There was a moment of silence between them.
Zhao Changqing seemed to be unable to hold his liquor; his body went limp, and he slid down the door frame, landing hard on his bottom.
Head tilted back, leaning against the wall.
Seeing him like this, He Youyou quickly reached out to pull him up.
It's impossible to pull it.
She squatted down in front of him: "Why are you drinking like this in the middle of the night?"
Zhao Changqing struggled to lift his heavy eyelids: "He Youyou... I'm drunk."
"Hmm, I can tell you've had quite a bit to drink."
"He Youyou." He reached out and grabbed the hem of her skirt.
The material is silk, and it feels smooth to the touch.
Helpless, He Youyou could only let him pull her along.
He turned his head left and right a few times, trying to see if there were any servants passing by who could help carry the drunkard back.
Unfortunately, there wasn't a single person in the entire courtyard.
"He Youyou..." he murmured, "Can you tell me... are you a witch? Why do you always have so many strange and wonderful things?"
He Youyou rolled her eyes: Can't you talk properly? Can't I be a fairy?
She looked coldly at Zhao Changqing: "Oh, if I were a demoness, what would you do? Capture me and burn me alive?"
Zhao Changqing slowly shook his head: "If you are a demoness, why don't you come and drain my life essence? I'll give you anything you want. Just say the word..."
Zhao Changqing held her skirt tightly, afraid that if he let go, she would disappear.
Qin Ming said there was no one in her room.
He had listened carefully earlier as well. Although his hearing was not as good as Qin Ming's, his martial arts background from childhood allowed him to tell that there was indeed no breathing sound in the room.
He wanted to barge in and see if she had really disappeared.
But he dared not, for he was afraid that if he stumbled upon something, he would never see her again.
So Zhao Changqing went to the Han family's cellar and found several jars of strong liquor, trying to get himself drunk.
He Youyou, look, he's drunk.
What bad intentions could a drunk person possibly have?
What a drunk person says is just drunken talk; how can you take it seriously?
What I hear today, I'll forget tomorrow when I'm sober.
So, let's just tell him, okay?
He Youyou, who exactly are you?
“I just want to be a wealthy widow in peace.” He Youyou squatted down in front of him, hugging her knees. “I have no interest in your energy or your harming others. If you keep nagging and asking questions, I will leave without hesitation. If I want to leave, you can’t stop me. If I want to hide, you won’t be able to find me.”
He clenched his fists even tighter.
His eyelids felt heavy, but his gaze was fixed on He Youyou.
After staring at it for a long time, it finally gave up.
I was defeated by my own fear.
He was afraid.
"I won't nag, I won't ask... He Youyou, don't go... don't hide..."
After saying this, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
Before falling into a deep sleep, I heard her say—
"Zhao Changqing, eat the watermelon I gave you as soon as you get back to Youzhou. If you don't want to eat it, you can crush it and throw it away."
It's been over a month, and if he doesn't clean it up, it won't refresh in her profile.
When Zhao Changqing woke up the next day, he was lying on his bed in the bedroom.
He didn't remember what happened after last night, but guessed that He Youyou had someone carry him back.
Looking at the other side of the bed, it was empty.
His nephew must have gotten up long ago.
He had a bit of a headache; he had drunk quite a lot last night.
Thinking of this, Zhao Changqing suddenly stood up.
She rushed out of the room without even washing her face.
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