Heng Wen reached out and patted his shoulder, then asked what was going on between him and Heng Liang, and why they were always at odds with each other as soon as they met!
Qiao Erlang pouted and said, "I didn't go to provoke him because I had nothing better to do. He was the one who flattered Lu Le and the Second Prince's gang, and he was determined to use me as a scapegoat! Look at his smug look, he really deserves a beating.
When Qiao Erlang reached this point, he bent over, leaned closer, and spoke in a low voice with curiosity on his little face.
"Fourth Uncle Heng, you, the Marquis of Dingbian, are going to take sides. Otherwise, the third son of the Marquisate is always licking his face and fooling around with those people, being their lackey and enjoying it so much. Are you really born of the same father?
Heng Wen reached out and bounced his head: "Speak well, why do you do this thief-headed look? Next time you meet him again, don't be a person, just beat him up, I'll take care of you in the Hou Mansion!"
Qiao Erlang's originally aggrieved face suddenly smiled brightly: "Come on, since you said that, I won't be polite!"
After saying goodbye to Heng Wen, Qiao Erlang was not in a hurry to go home. He planned to try his luck at Yumancang Food Shop.
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On the banks of the Qingshui River, boats filled the entire river surface, waiting in line to dock at the pier to unload their cargo and deliver it to various places in the capital in a timely manner. The Yumancang Commercial Street built along the river was crowded with people.
If Qiao Xin had not asked Emperor Wu to reward him with a stone tablet for dismounting at the street entrance to prohibit large horse-drawn carriages from leaving when the street opened, the huge four-lane street would probably be jammed every day, causing panic among the people.
As soon as this rule was established, an ancient version of the Huolala delivery team immediately appeared in Xicheng District.
As long as you have a cart and are willing to abide by the local rules, you can go to the Yumancang Commercial Street Management Office and register as a manual truck driver.
Large horse-drawn carriages could not enter, so the goods had to be transported to my brother's shop at the dock. It cost five cents to hire two small carriages for pick-up and delivery. The service was thoughtful, and I didn't have to worry about them asking for an exorbitant price for the house.
Because the price of Yumancang is open and transparent, the price of different goods, the amount that can be transported each time, and the charging standard of how much distance are all available, which can avoid exorbitant prices in private and avoid merchants from squeezing money to death. The interests of both parties are fully guaranteed.
Today, pedestrians can be seen everywhere on the commercial street, and every shop is full of customers. The lobby of Yumancang is as full as before.
"Boss Song, I heard that you have recently negotiated a big deal?"
Shopkeeper Song sighed, seemingly complaining, but actually showing off: "Hey, don't mention it, we did make the deal, but not only did we not make any money, we also paid a huge sum of money into it, and we didn't even get any hard work fee!"
"How is that possible? I heard that your customer is the old lady of the Qiao Mansion. When she renovated this area, she spent hundreds of thousands of taels of silver without blinking an eye. They ordered 100 or 200 sets of silk clothes from your shop, and the cost alone was over a thousand taels!"
Shopkeeper Song looked like he had something to say: "It is true. The manager of Qiao's house paid the money promptly that day. I thought it was the God of Wealth who came to visit.
I didn’t expect that just two days later, our boss would pay a lot of money, including the principal and interest, to send it back to the young master of the Qiao family!"
"Ah, tell me what's going on. Could it be that someone set up a trap just to take your employer's money?"
Shopkeeper Song rubbed the back of his head and chuckled, "Isn't this the so-called chef competition? Young Master Qiao is trying to get sponsorship from merchants, saying that it can promote their own products. Their guards are wearing clothes made by us and they are on stage. When our boss heard this, how could he sit still?"
After further investigation, I found out that this matter was actually initiated by the Qiao Mansion and the palace, and Xiaoyao Hou and the King of Qi all took the lead in supporting it. Think about it, which of these families is not good at doing business? Our boss is just following behind to join in the fun!"
Everyone laughed when they heard this and said, "You are great, Shopkeeper Song. The beads on this abacus are clanging loudly. If this money can help us establish a good relationship with the noble man, it will be worth it."
"If you are jealous of our boss's good fortune, why not try it yourself? I heard that there are more than 20 places available this time, and there are not many left now. Be quick or you will miss out!"
"Haha, I was wondering why Shopkeeper Song was so generous today. It turns out he was waiting for us. We are just running a small business, and we can't compare to your family's wealth. We won't join in the fun!"
Shopkeeper Song smiled without saying a word. He held the teacup in both hands, looked at the bright red tea in the cup, and tasted it in small sips.
This is the new golden flower tea that has been released this year. It costs two taels of silver for one tael of tea. Not everyone can drink it!
If Yumancang was not a shop owned by the Qiao family, and the tea was not developed by the Qiao family, I am afraid that these merchants would not be able to taste the tribute praised by His Majesty for the time being.
The middle-aged man leaning against the door frame seemed to be thinking about something. He waved to the waiter to order a table and asked about the chef competition.
The servants at Yu Mancang had already received instructions from Qiao Erlang, so they told the guests everything they knew.
The guests sitting next to him also pricked up their ears and listened to the gossip.
Knowing that this matter could be handled through the matchmaking of the shopkeeper Liang Yumancang, some vendors became more active.
Even the best wine needs to be promoted if it is not well known. No matter how good a product is, it still needs to be praised by others in the business world.
Three parts work and seven parts talking. A dead person can be made alive and a broken commodity can be turned into a good one. The skill of buying and selling all lies in the talking.
When the time comes that one needs to act according to the circumstances, be tactful, adaptable, and get along with everyone, one will rely even more on the shopkeeper's good mouth.
In the past, if they wanted to build a good reputation for their good products, they had to rely on the shopkeeper to make customers happy and then spread the word for them.
But the speed of transmission is slow, and the area where it can spread is only the streets near the store, and it won’t work any further.
It’s an official national competition and there’s bound to be a lot of people joining in the fun.
Locals and tourists from other places gather together, and the exposure opportunities of everything will be greatly increased.
How could any businessman with a little vision miss this opportunity?
For example, the boss of Shopkeeper Song did not really trust the court's ability to do things, but he valued the old woman's unique vision.
Just take a look and taste it carefully. Every business that Mrs. Qiao does is profitable.
For example, if they opened a new dim sum shop, they would have their employees wear custom-made clothes and sit on a prepared ox cart, and follow the parade to stand in the most conspicuous position among the crowd and hold up a banner.
Shout out loudly: "Dear guests, every penny you can save is a penny. My family is good at making dim sum, and it is indispensable to honor your parents. Buy a pound of dim sum for your parents to repay their kindness in raising you.
Three or four cents is not much, I spend it all in a stroll. I buy a pound to give to my mother-in-law, and she praises her son-in-law as better than her son. "
With all this nonsense and flattery, anyone passing by would feel dizzy!
If I don’t buy it, wouldn’t that make me an unfilial son?
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