Transformed into a furry person, I am doing public relations in the Northern Song Dynasty

The large pieces of furniture had already been moved in, and it would take a few days to tidy up the house. Then Liu Yunqing found an inn and settled down with his mother and sisters.

I've been very busy today, so I'll just have a simple meal and go back to my room to rest at night.

As soon as the genius polished her hair, Liu Yunqing got up. She was going to the bookstore today. She wore a light green two-piece skirt so she could walk with more steps.

She wore a goose yellow jacket and tube top, her hair was tied into a bun and secured with a green silk ribbon, and the only embellishment was a silver hairpin on the top.

At the end of the hairpin hangs a small pear carved from topaz, which sways with every movement, making the hairpin look neat and lively.

She asked a idle man to go to the street to buy her a bowl of wontons, and ate three or four fried dumplings, which are the pot stickers of later generations. After she was full, she went straight to the bookstore.

She hadn't been here for more than two months. Although Liu Chenggong had been giving orders, she had personally recruited all the managers and assistants, so Liu Chenggong was not able to succeed.

As he got closer, Liu Yunqing saw a familiar figure standing at the door.

The man already looked like a telephone pole, and his stretched neck made him look even more exaggerated.

Liu Yunqing smiled and shouted, "Xiaoman!"

Xiaoman saw her and ran over to her in a hurry: "Boss, you are here. Everyone is worried about you. Now that you show up, who dares to say anything bad?"

When Liu Yunqing heard this, he didn't rush in and pulled Xiaoman aside.

"What's going on? Are there any clerks causing trouble? There is always money left in the account for emergencies every month. Nothing should happen even if I don't come."

Xiaoman was recruited by Liu Yunqing on the day he opened the new store. He was promoted from a waiter to the manager of the store. Although he was capable, he was too green, being half a year younger than Liu Yunqing. He often could not control the experienced people who were transferred from the old stores.

There were only six people in the bookstore, including Xiaoman, the accountant and four assistants, and they were divided into two gangs.

Xiaoman glanced in the direction of the bookstore and whispered, "It was the old boss who instigated it. When you were not here, he acted like he had the final say and pointed fingers at others. The two old people from the bookstore also followed suit and shouted at him."

"It doesn't matter if they are so arrogant. I thought as long as it doesn't affect our business, it's okay to put up with it. Who would have thought that I would find them driving customers to the old store? Whenever they greet people in front, they will ask for whatever they want!"

"I wanted to drive him away, but he still refused to accept it and said that I, as the manager, was not in charge and should meet the boss first."

Liu Yunqing, please call me boss, but I don’t know which boss they recognize!

"I understand. You go in and greet them first, and I'll be there soon to catch them in the act!"

"Got it!"

Xiaoman's worry disappeared, she immediately smiled and ran back to the counter.

After a while, more people came to the street, and young people dressed as scholars walked together in groups of three or four.

Some of them were still reviewing their books on the way, muttering to themselves, some were eating buns with buns in their mouths, and there were two wisps of untied hair under their hats, which showed that they had gotten up late.

Naturally, there were also those who hurried into the bookshop and asked the clerk to give them two wolf-hair brushes and an ink stick as soon as they entered the door.

The person who greeted him happened to be Sun Fang, a clerk from the old shop. He didn't even look at the person, but replied casually while leaning against the bookcase and picking his nails.

"No, you can go to Liu's Bookstore on Gaotou Street."

The young scholar was a little anxious: "How come your bookstore doesn't have anything I need? At least go to the warehouse and help me find it. I need it urgently!"

The young scholar was impatient, and Sun Fang was even more impatient, and slapped the pile of books.

"If I said no, then no, what are you complaining about, you sour scholar?"

This gesture scared the young scholar. He was so knowledgeable in poetry and books that he didn't know what words to say in response, and his face turned red from holding it in.

He was about to leave in a rage when Liu Yunqing walked straight into the bookstore and also slapped the pile of books, even louder than Sun Fang's.

"I didn't know when this bookshop became a place to attract customers for the old shop! Sun Fang, if you are blind, you can donate it to someone who can help you. If you don't want to work, just leave. My temple is too small to accommodate a Buddha like you!"

After Liu Yunqing said this, not only did Sun Fang's face change, but the young scholar was also frightened and huddled close to the bookcase, not daring to move at all.

Without bothering to scold Sun Fang, Liu Yunqing immediately looked at the young scholar beside him with a smile and called out "Xiaoman", who handed over what the scholar needed.

"Sir, I, the shopkeeper, failed to take good care of the situation. I am sorry for offending you today. Your wolf-hair ink stick has been packed. Just take it and consider it as our bookshop's apology to you."

Seeing that the shopkeeper was so kind and refused to accept his money, the young scholar felt embarrassed.

"How can I not give you money? Madam Liu, it's not easy for you. Yesterday, I went to Xiao Tianshui Alley with my classmates and heard people singing about you. They all praised your integrity and said they would write articles for you. If I take your things for free, I will be embarrassed by people's criticism."

As he spoke, the young scholar took out two taels of silver from his purse and handed it to Xiaoman, then nodded slightly to Liu Yunqing and was about to leave.

Liu Yunqing hurriedly asked the young scholar to stay and gave him a piece of paper.

"Since you are going to write an article for me, why would I waste more paper than you talented people have spent so much time on? Take these."

"Today is also the first day I open my shop after recovering from my illness. The monk said that I need to spend money to avoid disasters and to give back to all my customers for their support. From today until the end of the month, all pens, inkstones, and paper in our shop will be discounted by 20%. Sir, please tell my classmates so that they don't miss out."

After hearing this, the young scholar agreed and ran towards the Imperial College with a happy face.

If you want to increase revenue, the easiest way is to conduct promotions to attract customers.

But every industry has its own rules, and bookstores also have their own chamber of commerce rules. She is competing with her own bookstore, so she cannot maliciously lower prices to affect the business of her peers.

In this case, she only gave a 20% discount on the pens, ink, paper and inkstones in the store, and the prices of books remained unchanged. Naturally, these "extra" sales would not have much impact on other businesses.

However, this extra amount should not be underestimated. Look, this order is two taels of silver. A little bit of money can add up to a lot and should not be underestimated.

A few more young scholars came one after another, some to buy paper or ink sticks, and in a short while, more than ten taels of silver were brought in.

Liu Yunqing entertained them personally and told them about the 20% discount promotion until the end of the month. It is estimated that with these few people's promotion, the bookstore will usher in a peak in revenue after the scholars finish school today.

But before that, she must first eradicate the cancer in the bookstore.

At the hour of Chen, the gong in the Imperial College had already sounded three times. By this time, the morning reading had ended and the study was quiet.

Liu Yunqing called everyone in the store to the door for a small meeting, and asked Xiaoman to talk about the store's situation and the performance of each employee over the past two months.

Xiaoman took out a small notebook made from scraps.

He was illiterate, but he created a set of ghostly symbols and recited them to himself in a small book.