Traveling through ancient times, the empress insisted on having a child with me

Ling Chuan successfully fooled Cao Huanchun with his marketing plan, and held a morning meeting with his colleagues early the next morning.

Following Ling Chuan's request, Aunt Rong and the four waiters stood in a neat row, but they looked indifferent.

Ling Chuan also knew that an airborne leader would most likely encounter such a situation.

He glanced at Lao Cao standing beside him, then turned to the crowd and said, "I've been here for a while, and I have some understanding of the business conditions of the shop. I can only describe it in four words: horrible."

Ling Chuan paced back and forth as he spoke: "Lao Cao said that your young lady would give you a monthly allowance every month, so it didn't matter whether the shop was doing well or not. But now it's different. Now 70% of the shop's shares belong to me, so I am the boss of the shop. I don't care how much your young lady gave you a monthly allowance. I will give you three taels of silver as wages every month."

At this point, everyone's expressions changed slightly. Three taels of silver is not a small amount. Generally, the shop assistants would be grateful to the shopkeeper if they could earn two taels, let alone three taels. Even if they were not originally shop assistants, who would complain about having too much money?

Ling Chuan went on to say, "But if you take my money, you have to work for me. As long as you do a good job, in addition to the wages, you will also receive an extra bonus every month."

Seeing that everyone still had some doubts on their faces, Ling Chuan continued, "For this bonus, I will take out 1% of the monthly revenue and distribute it based on each person's performance, so how much you earn is entirely up to you."

There was a smile on everyone's face.

After the morning meeting, Ling Chuan asked Cao Huanchun to take him out to purchase raw materials.

Most of the raw materials used by Yunfu Ji on a daily basis are purchased from a grocery store called Guangfenghao.

According to Lao Cao, Guangfenghao is the store with the most complete product categories in the capital. The black sugar used to make white sugar was purchased from this shop.

The Guangfenghao shop is not small, with goods piled up like mountains in the shop, which looks very messy, just like the shops in the wholesale market in the previous life.

The shopkeeper stood behind the counter, using an abacus with one hand and keeping accounts with the other. He caught a glimpse of Ling Chuan and Cao Huanchun who had just walked in from the corner of his eye. Without stopping his movements, he simply greeted them: "Shopkeeper Cao, what goods do you want today? Xiao Qingzi, greet the guests."

Seeing the other party's attitude, Ling Chuan knew that Lao Cao didn't buy much, so he went straight forward and asked: "Boss, how much is the brown sugar?"

The shopkeeper glanced at Ling Chuan, then at Lao Cao, obviously not understanding the relationship between the two. Lao Cao cupped his hands and said, "Shopkeeper Liu, this is our boss."

Shopkeeper Liu obviously had little interest in Lingchuan as his boss, and he casually said, "Old price, two hundred coins per pound."

"Two hundred coins per pound? What if I buy ten pounds?"

"Ten catties is also two hundred coins per catty."

"What if I want 100 kilograms?"

The shopkeeper stopped writing, looked Ling Chuan up and down, then lowered his head and uttered a few words: "Then I'll charge you ten cents less."

Ling Chuan tapped the counter twice with his fingers: "What about my 200 kilograms?"

The shopkeeper stopped what he was doing, looked at Ling Chuan and asked, "How much brown sugar would you like to buy, sir?"

"That depends on the price you offer. The lower the price, the more they buy."

The shopkeeper curled his lips and said, "We at Guangfenghao are good at buying large quantities and getting good prices. The more you buy, the cheaper the price will be."

Hey, are you challenging me?

Ling Chuan raised his eyebrows: "Just tell me how much for 200 kilograms."

"One hundred and eighty wen."

"What about three hundred pounds?"

"One hundred and seven."

"What about four hundred pounds?"

The shopkeeper frowned and looked at Ling Chuan for several seconds, and finally said, "Sir, let's stop playing dumb. One hundred and fifty coins per catty for more than 500 catties. This is the lowest price."

"make a deal."

Ling Chuan immediately decided: "I'll take 500 kilograms of goods, but I want to take them in batches, how about that?"

The shopkeeper frowned and said, "Are you kidding us, sir?"

"I'm not kidding." Ling Chuan took out some silver and slapped it on the counter. "Here are ten taels of silver. I'll put it on your counter. I'll buy five hundred kilograms of brown sugar from you in batches within a month. If it's not enough, I'll give it to you for free. If it's enough, I'll use it to offset the payment for the goods. What do you think, shopkeeper?"

This is not Ling Chuan's fault. Lu Xi doesn't care about profits or losses. The daily operation of the shop is just enough to break even. There are less than thirty taels of silver in the account in total, and there will be many places to spend money in the future.

The shopkeeper's eyes rolled, and he quickly calculated that this deal was worth it: "Then are you willing to sign the contract, sir?"

Ling Chuan laughed: "That's right."

The two signed the contract, and Ling Chuan said, "Since the contract has been signed, I will take 20 kilograms of goods today."

The shopkeeper was stunned. He was so arrogant before, but in the end he only took 20 kilograms?

If it weren't for the ten taels of silver, the shopkeeper would have wanted to kick Ling Chuan out: "You can take twenty kilograms of brown sugar today, please pay in cash."

Ling Chuan patted Cao Huanchun and said, "Take out the money."

Cao Huanchun's face looked a little ugly. Ling Chuan had already spent ten taels of silver, which was the money for purchasing raw materials next month. If he couldn't make a profit this month, he would not be able to operate next month.

But even so he thought, he couldn't lose face for his boss in front of outsiders, so he gritted his teeth and took out three taels of silver.

Suddenly, Cao Huanchun felt a little aggrieved. He had never been so troubled over such a small amount of silver in his life.

……

In the study of a house somewhere in the north of the city, a middle-aged man with a solemn and dignified face was painting.

Suddenly, a dark shadow jumped in from the open window. The middle-aged man was not surprised at all. There was no ripple in his writing. He didn't even raise his eyelids. He just asked calmly: "What did you find out?"

The man in black bowed and said, "In the past month, I have found that Your Majesty has visited a dim sum shop called Yunfuji in San Tiao Lane many times. The time you stayed there ranged from two to three hours to two to three quarters of an hour."

The middle-aged man frowned: "That's all?"

The man in black spoke again: "There is one more thing. I dare not confirm it, but..."

"Say!"

"I found that the shopkeeper of Yunfuji looks very familiar, very much like Cao Huanchun from the East Factory."

As soon as the three words Cao Huanchun came out, the middle-aged man's hand suddenly trembled, and the words under his pen suddenly twisted: "Isn't he dead?"

The man in black said, "This man is very similar to Cao Huanchun in both voice, appearance, and body shape, except that he is nearly seventy years old. If Cao Huanchun were alive today, he would only be in his early fifties."

The middle-aged man looked gloomy and fell into deep thought.

The man in black added, "Besides that, I also found out today that this person went to Guangfeng with a young man to buy items, and he called the young man "boss."

"Guangfeng?"

"My boss?"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, then relaxed a little: "First, find out if that person is Cao Huanchun."

"Yes!"

"Tell Dewey before you leave and ask him to get Liu Quan here."

"Yes!" The man in black bowed and left the room.

The middle-aged man looked at the words he had just written. Because of the shiver, the words were ruined. He couldn't help but feel angry. He threw the pen down in anger, and ink splashed all over the white paper. The next moment, the middle-aged man grabbed the paper, angrily crumpled it into a ball, and then threw it on the ground.

The paper slowly unfolded on the ground, revealing two words, which clearly said "天下".

It’s just that the vertical stroke of the character has been twisted, and the last dot has not been written yet.