Su Muyao put down her chopsticks, thinking that it was finally time to speak.
In these kinds of situations, whoever speaks first loses the initiative.
The shopkeeper was secretly surprised; it was rare for a little baby to have such a temperament.
The owner had never underestimated this young girl from the beginning and immediately showed her utmost sincerity.
"Ms. Su, your book sells very well in my store. I invited you here today to discuss buying out the book."
After saying this, he looked up at Su Muyao and saw that the little dumpling looked at him as if to say, "Go on," before continuing.
"According to the market price, your complete book is worth about three hundred taels. How about I offer five hundred taels to buy out your book?"
Xia, standing to the side, almost bit her tongue. She never imagined that a sketchbook could be worth five hundred taels of silver. The little princess is really something else (?▽?).
Upon hearing this, Su Muyao shook her head. "A mere few hundred taels is not enough to buy this painting book."
Chen Changqing was shocked when he heard this.
Could it be that Miss Su is going to sell for a thousand taels? If that's the case, they won't make any profit at all, and in the end they'll just be working for nothing.
He was just about to explain to Su Muyao that they couldn't sell many books in a day.
Then Su Muyao continued, "If you really want to do this business with me, you have to show some sincerity."
"But, this..."
Chen Changqing was somewhat troubled. The doll in front of him exuded a powerful aura, but the price he had paid was already high, and it was simply not enough to meet Miss Su's expectations.
He sighed and lamented that he really wanted to make the deal.
Su Muyao naturally understood what he was thinking. "Let's not talk about the price for now. Let me ask you, even if you sell this sketchbook cheaply, how many can you sell in a day?"
After Su Muyao finished speaking, she paused for a moment, picked up her teacup, took a sip of tea, and then continued.
"After deducting the wages for copying the book, the cost of the pen, ink, and book, the wages of the shop assistants, and the money you spent on buying out the drawing book, how long would it take you to earn back all of that?"
The shopkeeper, listening to Su Muyao's words, thought to himself, "Isn't that how business is all done? Why would she ask such a question?"
Chen Changqing said, "As long as you sell me your sketchbooks, I can make about 150 copies every day."
When Chen Changqing said this, there was an undeniable hint of pride in his tone, acknowledging that his study possessed such strength.
"As for Miss Su's point about breaking even, I wonder what Miss Su's opinion is."
I had thought that Miss Su was such a shrewd person, but I never expected that she was actually a complete novice.
This is something that only a complete novice would say could afford such a painting book for a mere few hundred taels of silver.
He was curious to hear what brilliant ideas Miss Su had, but he figured it would just be about reducing costs and cutting staff.
But having run a book shop for so long, he already knew that the price for copying books was already fixed.
Only if you offer a higher price than others will you attract those who copy books to work day and night to copy them for you.
On the contrary, if you cut wages, those copyists aren't stupid. Besides your family, there are thousands of other study rooms. They can write wherever they want, so there's no need for them to work in a place with lower wages.
Therefore, there is a floor price in this industry, which will never be broken.
Even the imperial court employed a large number of copyists, and of course, their prices were much higher than those of copyists outside the court.
"I don't plan to buy this script, but we can cooperate."
"Discounting costs, I get six and you get four."
Before Su Muyao could finish speaking, the shopkeeper tried to interrupt her.
Su Muyao didn't give him a chance to speak and continued, "Don't rush to refuse, listen to my suggestion first."
The shopkeeper, who had opened his mouth, closed it again.
Then Su Muyao began to explain her plan to Chen Changqing: "You will be responsible for selling the illustration books, and I will be responsible for writing the illustration books. As for production, you only need to provide ink and paper."
"When you add it all up, it's quite a bargain. What's 150 books a day? In my opinion, these 100-plus books are just a drop in the ocean."
The owner raised an eyebrow. He had previously thought that Miss Su, though still a baby, was steady and reliable, but now he realized that she was quite arrogant.
He didn't interrupt the little dumpling in front of him, but just wanted to hear what she had to say.
"Besides, do you only want to do business in the capital and not expand it all over the country? Wouldn't that be a waste?"
"You just need to agree to cooperate with me, and even if I publish 2,000 books a day, it's no problem."
The shopkeeper beside him was quite disdainful of what he had just said, but since his boss was right there, he had no right to speak.
Chen Changqing was utterly shocked upon hearing this!
I originally just wanted to see what she was going to say, but she actually said that publishing 2,000 books a day was no problem.
He simply shook his head slightly. This number, let alone 2,000 copies, even 1,000 copies, would be difficult for even the government to guarantee that they could copy.
But seeing her confident and self-assured expression, he couldn't help but waver. "Miss Su, are you really serious?"
Before Su Mu could even offer a guarantee, Chen Changqing added, "If you can guarantee that you will do exactly as you say every day, then I will agree to cooperate with you. But if you can't, then it's hard to say."
Xia, who was standing nearby, immediately shot him a dagger when she heard this.
How come he can't even get the princess to eat her alive? I wonder who gave him the guts. Humph.
However, it's not something a mere maid like her can decide when the young princess is discussing business, let alone interfere with.
Although he was furious, all he could do was keep glaring at the owner and the manager.
The shopkeeper felt goosebumps all over his body. Why did this maid look like she wanted to kill him?
Su Muyao understood what Chen Changqing meant. "Don't worry, boss. Since I said I would, I will definitely do it. If I can't, I will still finish writing this sketchbook and give it to you for free."
After saying this, he raised his teacup and said, "Then let's drink tea instead of wine and wish each other a pleasant cooperation."
Upon hearing this, Chen Changqing was naturally very pleased.
Whether or not Miss Su can get it done, I'll still be at a loss!
If he succeeds in building this study, he may become famous throughout the world. If he fails, he will not need to pay for the painting books, which is equivalent to saving several hundred taels of silver for nothing.
What do you think? This is a deal that won't lose you anything.
Having received her guarantee, he was somewhat convinced. If it could really be accomplished, their study would become famous throughout the world...
He raised his glass to hers, clinked it together, and drank it all in one gulp.
The moment I put down my glass, my heart was filled with anticipation and excitement.
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