"Yes, young mistress, this is wool fabric that the weavers spent three months experimenting with. The fine and soft one is cashmere, which has a low yield and is expensive. This thicker one is wool, and it can now be mass-produced!"
"Young Madam, could we entrust all the wool to the Wan family for purchase?"
Manager Wan spoke with great excitement about the wool fabrics.
In the southeast, the skillful weavers can spin wool and weave cloth at a speed no slower than those using cotton spindles.
Most importantly, the coat is made of wool, which is lighter and warmer than a cotton-padded coat, and the price is only 30% of that of a mink coat.
This inexpensive and high-quality thick wool fabric is perfect for winters in Beijing and the south.
Ordinary families only needed a few hundred coins to buy a thick and presentable winter coat, which was practically tailor-made for ordinary people with a little financial means.
The thought of hundreds of thousands of residents in the capital having one of these items made Manager Wan's blood boil and his heart surge with excitement.
This is a huge business opportunity that could rewrite the family tree!
He just wanted to buy large quantities of wool on the grassland as soon as possible, preferably like fresh cattle and sheep, so that Wanjia could monopolize the market.
Song Liyun held the woolen fabric in her hand, deep in thought. This kind of fabric was actually most suitable for the army. The Zhenbei Army wore armor in battle, and usually wore a padded jacket inside the armor plates.
But the armor was piercingly cold, and it wasn't warm at all in the icy and snowy weather.
According to Zhao Tingduo, the number of soldiers who suffered frostbite on the battlefield was actually greater than the number who died in battle.
The Di people wore fur robes that protected them from the wind and cold, allowing them to move freely and making them quite formidable in combat.
This is why the Di bandits always raided during the winter.
When Zhao Tingduo wore her armor, she always wore a soft lambskin vest underneath to keep warm. Of course, not everyone has this kind of equipment.
If the Zhenbei Army could be dressed in woolen undergarments and then armor plates, their combat effectiveness would be instantly enhanced.
Seeing that Song Liyun seemed to be deep in thought, Manager Wan suppressed his impatience and did not urge her, but simply sipped his tea slowly.
This is a big deal. You can't rush things. Given the relationship between the Wan family and Song Liyun, he believes they won't be disappointed.
Sure enough, Song Liyun only considered it for a moment before nodding and saying, "I can represent Mida City to provide wool to the Wan family!"
"However, there is one condition: we must buy back the wool fabric at a low price!"
"Buy back? Why? Does Mida City need wool fabric? And what kind of low price is this?"
Before the smile on Manager Wan's face could even appear, he asked a series of questions in surprise.
Does Song Liyun intend to sell it at a high price all by herself?
Manager Wan did not believe this.
He has known Song Liyun for several years, from the initial few pieces of sheepskin and cowhide to now.
The girl in front of me isn't a greedy person. She always involves several parties in a profit-sharing and shareholding arrangement, sharing the good stuff with everyone.
This is a shareholding cooperative system, which has a greater ability to withstand risks than going it alone.
There must be some other plan now!
Song Liyun hadn't actually figured out the specifics of how to proceed; it was just an idea. Besides, it involved the Zhenbei Army, which wasn't something she could decide on her own.
"Uncle Wan, I plan to sell wool cloth to the military camp. The price won't be too high. But you can trust that the Wan family will definitely make a profit."
"A military camp?" Manager Wan was a bit confused. He had been a businessman for half his life and had never thought that his wool cloth had anything to do with the army, nor had he ever thought of it as military funding.
He stammered, "Can a soldier buy a cashmere overcoat?"
“Of course not cashmere coats, Uncle Wan. We need to discuss this with the garrison commander before making a decision. Also, if the Zhenbei Army wants cashmere coats, I guarantee I can secure another silk business for the Wan family, also a business of 10,000 sets!” Song Liyun said with a smile.
Manager Wan was completely dumbfounded!
Sell 10,000 sets of clothes at once, without having to set up a stall or open a shop to sell them one by one.
"Is that really true? Young Madam, I'm not young anymore, I can't withstand any more storms. Do you know how long it's been since I last slept after hearing just one sentence!"
Although Manager Wan spoke and joked with a calm expression, his breathing became noticeably rapid.
"Uncle Wan, please don't get excited. This is just my opinion, and it doesn't really matter!" Song Liyun couldn't make a decision easily now, but if she didn't say it this way, she couldn't explain that she wanted to get involved.
Manager Wan could hardly believe that Song Liyun had never lied over the years; what she wanted to do, once she said it, was almost always true.
With something on his mind, he became restless and anxious. Manager Wan couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up and said, "I'm here to stay until after the slaughter season. I'm not in a hurry. You can discuss it slowly."
As he spoke, he walked out, his steps quickening, and he bumped into Zhao Tingduo, who was walking in, as soon as he stepped outside.
While Manager Wan was discussing business with Song Liyun, he was chatting and drinking tea with Song Dekui and Lin Qingyuan in the study next door, inquiring about news from outside.
Zhao Tingduo wasn't particularly interested in the various businesses; he only cared about the dynamic changes in the grassland tribes.
In Song Liyun's words, all she needed to do was provide Ayun with a stage and a safe haven, and that would be enough; she wouldn't have to do things she wasn't good at or liked.
He had just heard Lin Qingyuan say that there were rumors circulating among the people that the Di royal court was sending a letter to the capital of the Wu Dynasty, requesting to be addressed as a vassal state.
As we all know, the Di people had no country, so where did this letter of state come from?
Although these rumors all came from storytellers in taverns and teahouses, they are not credible.
But there's no smoke without fire, and every event has a cause.
After hearing this, he rushed over to discuss it with Song Liyun, but unexpectedly bumped into Steward Wan, who was also in a hurry.
Manager Wan was already in his fifties; how could he possibly compete with Zhao Tingduo, who was in her prime?
The two bumped into each other, and Steward Wan fell back into the house with a thud, startling Song Liyun so much that she jumped up and exclaimed, "Oh dear! Uncle Wan, are you hurt?"
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