The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Song Wenjun's eyes were bright and clear, her gaze sparkling with intelligence.

She looks delicate and frail, but she has a strong resilience in her bones.

"These soaps can all be given away as free gifts."

Manager Zhao's dark, thin face was full of confusion. He stroked his beard, still not understanding: "What kind of delivery does the young mistress mean by 'send'?"

Song Wenjun wouldn't do a losing business; there was something fishy about her saying she'd send a deposit.

"Our rouge is selling well. We've been open for two years now, so we can have an anniversary celebration. Anyone who spends twenty taels in the store will receive a bar of soap." Song Wenjun spoke leisurely, her voice soft yet not domineering.

On the contrary, she was very willing to learn from the experience of these older shopkeepers.

After she finished speaking, she looked at Manager Zhao and asked for his opinion: "Manager Zhao, what is your opinion?"

Shopkeeper Zhao thought about it carefully for a moment and nodded, saying, "That's a good idea. We can use our rouge to promote our soap. People will definitely like free things. Once they know the benefits of the soap, they will naturally buy it separately."

After he finished speaking, a look of joy appeared on his face, as if he was happy that a solution had been found to his long-standing problem.

He asked Song Wenjun, "Young mistress, how should this soap be priced?"

Song Wenjun had already thought it through and replied, "There are two types. One type is affordable for ordinary people, costing only twenty coins per piece. This is the type we have now."

She pointed to the stockpiled soaps in the warehouse and said.

Manager Zhao nodded, but his brow furrowed slightly: "Isn't the price a bit too cheap?"

"Although it's cheap, don't forget that ordinary people are not to be underestimated. If a hundred ordinary people buy it and one rich young lady buys it, the price will catch up."

Manager Zhao nodded knowingly: "What the young mistress says is true. I didn't think that much about it. After the price is lowered, it will be more affordable, and ordinary people won't be so hostile. It's a good thing."

Song Wenjun continued with her second step: "The second type is for young ladies and nobles. The shape of the soap can be changed, for example, it can be made into flower shape, heart shape, or various other shapes. The color should also be changed. In this way, we can raise the price even further."

What is the price?

“Three taels,” Song Wenjun said with a smile.

Manager Zhao gasped, "Isn't this too expensive?"

"Three ounces cost one yuan, but five ounces can buy you two yuan. Do you still think it's expensive?"

Manager Zhao couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Young Madam is really amazing. In this way, they definitely won't buy one, since buying two is the cheapest option."

Song Wenjun smiled and said, "If there are no objections, then proceed with this plan. Do not announce it to the outside world for now."

"Yes, I obey." Manager Zhao felt much lighter after receiving the method to revive his shop.

At the same time, I admire Song Wenjun even more. No wonder her ancestors were businessmen; she was much more quick-witted than them.

After explaining everything, Song Wenjun left the shop with Xiao Tao.

She needs to contact her friends and family to get a feel for the business and prepare for the store's opening.

She had barely left when Gu Huaizhou went inside. When Manager Zhao saw him suddenly appear, he hurriedly came out to greet him.

He said respectfully, "My Lord."

Gu Huaizhou nodded, then strolled around the store, but didn't notice anything changed.

He became curious about what Song Wenjun was trying to do.

"Did the young mistress say anything?" Gu Huaizhou asked Manager Zhao.

Manager Zhao received a favor from Song Wenjun and was extremely loyal to her.

Therefore, when Gu Huaizhou asked him, he only replied perfunctorily, "Madam came to the shop to see the stockpiled goods and is now looking for a solution."

The only way to get him to betray his wife is for him to die.

Gu Huaizhou frowned slightly: "Is that all?"

"Oh, Madam also had some tea and sat for a while," Manager Zhao replied, seemingly unrelated to the question.

You talk to me about chickens, I'll talk to you about ducks.

The main point is practicing Tai Chi, but I don't understand it and don't know anything about it.

Gu Huaizhou felt a little relieved. He had thought to himself, what ability does Song Wenjun have to bring the shop back to life?

If she really manages to revive the shop, where will he, as her husband, put his face?

Gu Huaizhou feigned concern for Song Wenjun and said to Manager Zhao, "Madam is in poor health. You are an elder in the household and she has always respected you, but you can't let her disregard her health. You should advise her when necessary."

Manager Zhao scoffed, thinking that his wife was perfectly healthy.

Where is it weak?

It's clear that the Marquis is petty and can't stand seeing his wife doing well.

Although he thought this to himself, he repeatedly said on the surface, "Don't worry, my lord, I will persuade the lady."

Gu Huaizhou nodded in satisfaction and left with a swaying gait.

After he left, Manager Zhao rolled his eyes speechlessly.

This is the first time I've ever seen someone who can't stand to see his own wife doing well. What a piece of trash.

Song Wenjun invited several of her sisters to watch a play and drink tea at Wangjiang Tower.

Before long, all four beauties arrived.

As soon as Xue entered the door, she exclaimed, "What good show is there today? Why did you call my sisters here in such a hurry?"

She was the wife of the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, and her home was always packed with guests.

If you want to catch your breath, you need to find a place where no one is around.

Thanks to Song Wenjun's invitation to meet her today, she was finally able to come out and breathe a sigh of relief.

"Of course it's a good show." Seeing her tired face, Song Wenjun quickly poured her a cup of hot tea and handed it to her: "Have a sip of water to soothe your throat."

Xue took it and drank a couple of sips, feeling incredibly comfortable.

The fatigue of the past few days was also swept away.

The other women also looked delighted; who would want to stay home when they could go out?

Especially Lady Li, the Duchess of the State, was willing to do hard labor outside as long as she could go out.

With such a large family, there were so many things to do, and she had to handle everything, which gave her a terrible headache.

And then there's her troublesome mother-in-law, which leaves her completely exhausted.

Li silently drank her tea and watched the play, paying no attention to what the two men were saying.

For her, going out is purely about relaxing.

The remaining ones were Lady Zhao, the wife of the Imperial Censor, and Lady Xing, the wife of the Minister.

The two of them came from relatively uncomplicated families, and compared to others, they were living a relatively comfortable life.

Song Wenjun winked at the group and said, "I have a way to make money. Do you want it?"

At first, none of them paid any attention, but when they heard Song Wenjun say that, they all became interested.

Even Madam Li stopped watching the play and turned to look at Song Wenjun: "Sister Song, what are your ways of making money? Tell us quickly."

Although she was the Duchess of the State, she was the most prestigious among these beautiful women.

But she was the one who was most in need of money.

Therefore, she paid special attention to Song Wenjun's words.

Song Wenjun smiled slowly and said, "You all know my rouge shop. It has always been profitable. Now I plan to expand the scale, but I don't have three heads and six arms. I really can't be in two places at once. That's why I thought of you sisters. If you are willing, I can put the rouge in your shops and sell it to you at cost price. You can keep whatever profits you make."

As soon as she finished speaking, all four beauties fell silent.