Wanjin Lady.

Chapter 58 Getting Rich
Cheng Yunzhang read the paper given by Wen Wan word for word. Wen Wan only gave a Tianyuan formula but no solution. He threw away the paper, spread out his limbs, and then began to rub his temples.

Yuan Jing looked at him with a complicated expression. Cheng Yunzhang finally came to his senses and said with a smile, "Cousin, let me remind you, don't fight with the Wen family."

Yuan Jing's pupils shrank slightly.

Although he accompanied Cheng Yunzhang to Ping County to become a disciple in the name of a study companion, he actually had other tasks assigned to him by his family.

The business in Bozhou was growing, and my aunt wanted to expand the winery. My father and mother had worked hard to get this job for him, and they only hoped that he could find a workshop suitable for brewing wine so that he could show off in front of my aunt.

But these things... he never mentioned them to Cheng Yunzhang.

Cheng Yunzhang was his aunt's favorite, a bright child who bore the heavy burden of the family's success in business and scholarship. His aunt had decreed that Cheng Yunzhang was not to be allowed to interfere in any of the Yuan family's business affairs.

Cheng Yunzhang did not disappoint his family. At the age of seventeen, he became the youngest juren in the entire Bozhou. He was on the verge of success. Who would dare to provoke him at this critical juncture?
Yuan Jing struggled, trying to brush it off. "What are you talking about, cousin? Why would I fight with the Wen family? It's just that the Wen and Yuan families are both in the winemaking business, and we respect each other..."

Yuan Jing's voice gradually faded under Cheng Yunzhang's smiling gaze.

This kid has a weird personality, but he is indeed the smartest one in the family.

He was not convinced, "Why did my cousin ask me not to fight the Wen family?"

"Because..." Cheng Yunzhang thought of Shopkeeper Wen's slippery appearance, glanced at his dull cousin, shook his head and smiled, "Because... you are no match for that profiteer."

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"Get rich!"

At night, a profiteer named Wen and his men were calculating today's profits.

Chen Ma led the people to count the copper coins, while Lu Ping weighed the silver. Both tables were filled with people. With the sound of copper coins hitting the money-saving box one by one, everyone's eyes were wide open and they couldn't help but start counting.

at last.

Chen Ma rubbed her aching arms and counted loudly: "Miss, all the discount coupons for today have been sold, a total of 996 copper coins. There are still four left. Oh, I found it -"

Aunt Chen bent down and picked up the remaining four coins from under the table.

The copper coins in the box collided with each other, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

The moon rose to dusk, and the Wen Family Tavern had just closed, yet no one had left. The hustle and bustle of the day had just passed, and the remaining waiters, some sweeping, some carrying drinks, some counting coins, filled the tavern with a constant stream of laughter and chatter, even more lively than during the day.

Lu Ping had also weighed all the silver and smiled as everyone looked on expectantly, "Miss, we've made a fortune! We've earned three hundred and sixty-seven taels of silver today!"

"Okay." Wen Wan smiled, "Add to that the loose change from Aunt Chen, and thanks to you all, we'll make a small profit today."

Three hundred and sixty-seven taels of silver, after deducting the cost, you can still pocket two or three hundred taels.

The money wasn't much, but it gave everyone a lot of confidence! Ma Changshun, who was sitting in the corner, relaxed his tense shoulders and couldn't help but say "good" three times. He wasn't worried about anything, except that he wouldn't have enough rice to cook wine in the second half of the year.

Today, a tavern can make a net profit of two to three hundred taels, and there are several other taverns... so it must be over a thousand, right?
One event is enough to equal the Wen family’s profit for the whole year!

Ma Changshun finally understood why Wen Wan insisted on clearing the inventory. Yes, if the inventory was not cleared, the winery would have no cash and would have to wait for death.

He was both delighted and resentful of Wen Wan, "Young Master, we shouldn't have said so firmly from the beginning. There shouldn't be a limit of 200 coupons. There are over 10,000 people in Ping County. Who can't afford five cents? I think everyone should have one! Oh no, there shouldn't be a limit on the number of coupons. Sell as many as you can! Even a mosquito is still meat!"

Master Ma completely forgot that he was secretly advising Wen Wan last night, saying that the more discount coupons they gave out, the more they would lose, and asked her to just post a few festive pictures. But in the blink of an eye, it became about how bold the person is and how fertile the land is?
Master Ma, corrupted by money, continued to talk to himself, "If each person buys ten tickets, then ten thousand people... how much silver would that cost..."

Wen Wan interrupted Master Ma's fantasy with a smile, "If we sell too many discount coupons and the winery's production capacity can't keep up, the goods will still be returned."

Master Ma suddenly came to his senses. "That's right. The most urgent task is to get the winery up and running in the second half of the year. This matter...can't be delayed."

Thinking about the 200 discount coupons issued today, which meant they already owed 200 jars of wine, the guys in the winery were suddenly nervous.

Wen Wan made the decision, "Then please, Master Ma, come with me to the nearby town tomorrow to look at the corn and rice."

Master Ma was puzzled. "Didn't our winery and Zhuji Grain Store have a good cooperation in the past? Zhuji always leaves us a certain amount of corn and rice every year. Why would the young master go so far away?"

Wen Wan said it in a subtle way, "Boss Zhu has other big business to do, and he doesn't care about our small business."

Ma Changshun understood instantly.

Zhu Ji probably saw that the Wen family was in a state of poverty and thought that they could not afford to buy his grain, so he interfered.

Fortunately, the old boss and the shopkeeper Zhu’s were brothers in the past. Where in this world would there be brothers who would kick someone when he’s down?
Ma Changshun was disgusted by Zhuji Grain Store's behavior. Thinking of the fact that his young master was being bullied at such a young age, he became even more indignant. "Since he despises our Wen Family Winery, we won't buy grain from him anymore! Don't worry, young master. The autumn harvest is coming soon. Ping County has plenty of grain. We can buy it from the villagers in the nearby towns and villages without having to beg Zhuji for it!"

The issue of food is indeed urgent.

But the Wen family still owes Xinlong Money House a thousand taels of silver. If it is not repaid as soon as possible, the interest will accumulate. How can the Wen family afford it?

Lu Ping frowned and was about to remind Wen Wan, but Chen Ma poked her arm, signaling her to shut up.

Lu Ping stopped talking.

Oh, she is really worrying too much. The lady is such a smart person, how could she not think of these things?

Wen Wan then grabbed a handful of copper coins from her savings box and gave them to An Zhongrong in the crowd. "Rong'er, you've been running around and shouting the hardest today, and you've worked the hardest. Take this money and buy some candy."

An Zhongrong was flattered, his face flushed with embarrassment. He kept waving his hands as if the copper coin was hot. "Manager Wen, I can't accept it. You're so kind to take me and my mother in. You're a great benefactor to my family! This is what I should do!"

Wen Wan pressed the copper coin into his hand without question and said with a smile, "Take it. I treat everyone equally here. Whoever contributes should be paid. Don't break the rules of my winery."

(End of this chapter)