Boss Zhao was not a perceptive person; he even presumptuously tried to persuade Mo Qianshang.
"Madam, you should understand that in business, everyone is trying to make money, and to make more money. As long as you are willing to sell the goods to me directly, it doesn't matter if the price is a little higher than Meng's!"
Mo Qianshang couldn't stand it anymore. She felt that Boss Zhao didn't seem like he was having a proper business discussion at all; he just looked sleazy.
She straightened her expression and said, "A person cannot stand without integrity. I have been cooperating with Mengji since the beginning. It was agreed that all my goods that pass through Mengji must go through them. Even if someone wants to cooperate, they have to go to Mengji. I'm sorry you made a wasted trip. Please go back, Mr. Zhao."
Mo Qianshang said indifferently that she did not like this Boss Zhao. To be honest, since she was not obsessed with making money, she would rather earn less than a cunning partner, but she wanted to cooperate with someone she liked.
She felt comfortable working with honest people like Meng Zhuo and his wife.
Boss Zhao actually looked down on Mo Qianshang. He only came here because the things Mo Qianshang brought were too rare, so he had no choice but to make the trip. But being rejected by her to his face like this, he immediately lost face.
"So, does that mean Lady Mo is definitely unwilling to cooperate with me?"
Mo Qianshang saw a hint of fierceness in his eyes, but her resolve only grew stronger: "I'm sorry, I don't know why you're so fixated on me. If you approve of my products, you can go to Mengji. Otherwise, even if you come to cooperate with me, I'll probably offer you a higher price than Mengji."
Manager Zhao's facial muscles even trembled slightly. He said with a straight face, "Madam Mo, didn't you answer too quickly? I advise you to think it over carefully. I still have a boss behind me."
Seeing that he was vaguely trying to threaten her, Mo Qianshang returned a forced, businesslike smile: "Is that so? But I don't know any important people in this area, and I don't think I know your boss either. I'm sorry, Manager Zhao, please tell your boss that he doesn't need to be so insistent."
Seeing that Mo Qianshang was impervious to swords and spears, Boss Zhao angrily tugged at his sleeve, climbed back into the carriage, and told the driver to drive away.
Mo Qianshang didn't have time to deal with these things. Yesterday, she went to the Meng family and mentioned the festival to the Meng couple. She was inspired by the Mid-Autumn Festival and thought that Mengji could hold an "anniversary celebration" to do some "marketing".
Of course, she explained these terms in plain language, and Meng Zhuo and his wife only vaguely understood them. However, they felt that Mo Qianshang's idea was good, but they were not confident about doing it themselves. They hoped that Mo Qianshang could help them, and it would be best if Mo Qianshang could do it herself.
Mo Qianshang was initially embarrassed, but seeing that Meng Zhuo and his wife genuinely wanted her help, she agreed.
The next day, she arranged for many people to get busy.
"Take a look! Tomorrow is Meng Ji Pastry Shop's anniversary! Buy two pastries and get one free! Plus, we have new pastries!"
The day before the anniversary event, such shouts could be heard in the streets and alleys.
Mengji hired many people, but there were too few literate people. Mo Qianshang's idea was to rely mainly on word of mouth.
Many people in the city have seen vendors hawking their wares, but this is the first time they've seen someone pay to hawk their wares. Even the shopkeepers around couldn't resist standing in front of their shops to listen to what these people were saying.
There was a vendor selling green beans. There was a man from Meng's shop just five or six steps away from him. After listening to him for a while, he was so tired of hearing it that he couldn't help but ask, "Hey, how many coins do you get paid a day for all that hard work shouting?"
The people Meng Ji hired were all very serious and responsible. The vendor thought he wouldn't answer him, but to his surprise, the man glanced at him and actually stopped.
Wang Erqiang slightly raised his chin, his face full of smugness: "How many coins? Listen carefully, we get four coins for shouting for an hour, and we can shout for a maximum of five hours a day. And that's what it's called again... oh right, 'base salary'!"
Seeing the vendor's eyes widen instantly, he became even more smug: "Do you know what 'base salary' means? This is what the owner of Meng's shop said. It means that as long as you shout diligently, you can earn twenty coins a day. If we can bring customers to the shop, or let customers come in and mention our names, we'll earn an extra coin per customer!"
He held up four fingers to the vendor: "I came yesterday and earned forty coins in one day!"
The vendor's eyes were practically brimming with envy. You see, his green beans weren't very filling, and two big bunches only cost one coin. If he sold the whole basket, he'd be lucky to get twenty coins.
Seeing that he suddenly hesitated and seemed reluctant to speak, Wang Erqiang said directly, "Hey, Mengji is still hiring. I heard they're having an anniversary event tomorrow, and they'll give you two extra coins for every person you bring in. If you go now, you can get four hours of work today, and you can make a lot of money over the two days!"
Upon hearing this, the vendor scrambled to his feet and hurriedly gathered his baskets, saying, "Thank you so much, brother!"
Wang Erqiang waved his hands repeatedly: "No need to thank me. The employer even gave me two coins for hiring you to work like this. No need to thank me!"
The vendor gasped: Who is the owner of Meng's shop? He's got some serious business acumen!
Mengji's publicity this time was too high-profile. Even Heming and his classmates asked them about it at the academy. When the younger children came home at night, they were very happy to talk about it.
"Xu Wentao said that his mother likes to eat Gao Ji's pastries the most. The last time he had a fight with someone, he was afraid that his mother would beat him, so he used the money he saved to buy our pastries for his mother."
As Zixuan spoke, he suddenly became disappointed again: "It's a pity that the academy isn't closed for the day tomorrow. My younger siblings and I wanted to go and see it too."
Since he said this instead of begging Mo Qianshang, it was clear that he had already prioritized studying. This thoughtfulness drew a sidelong glance from Qin Baiyi at the dinner table.
With no elders around, and only a stepmother to raise them, the children are exceptionally well-behaved.
He had never seen Mo Qianshang beat or scold the two children, and he rarely raised his voice. The two children had everything they needed, including food, clothing, and other necessities. They had everything that other children had, and even things that some children didn't have.
If this were done in an ordinary family, it would be blatant spoiling of the child, and even the best child would likely be ruined.
Ke Moqianshang is very principled, and she can even calmly reason with children, respecting their thoughts and choices.
The stepmother he chose seems to be very good at raising children.
For example, if it were a family like ours, a child as outstanding as Heming, who is far ahead of others in his studies, wouldn't really need to go to the academy for even one more day; he wouldn't have to go if he didn't want to.
Mo Qianshang simply ate her meal and nodded, "Indeed, and with the activities starting soon, there will definitely be many people in the shop during the day, and Mother won't have the energy to keep an eye on the two of you."
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