Chapter 67 Collective contempt for Fu Chenan
Fu Chenan nodded and took a big mouthful: "It's so good...it smells..."
It's not spicy at all, but it's really fragrant.
Fu Chenan happily ate one. Xiao Yingchun's Roujiamo had just been prepared. When she finished one Roujiamo, Fu Chenan had already eaten four Roujiamo.
Seeing the roast rabbit meat and water basin mutton bottoming out quickly, she was once again impressed by Fu Dadu's ability to eat.
But to be honest, the meat buns and cold side dishes are really delicious.
It's a snack...it tastes just average.
Xiao Yingchun thought for a while: "How about I give you some snacks next time, and you can take them back to the cook to taste?"
Some people are really good: after eating it, they know how it is made.
It was too easy for her to buy snacks. If she could get the cook to recreate them using ancient natural ingredients, wouldn't she be blessed with delicious snacks in the future?
Fu Chenan naturally has no objection: "I will listen to you."
After the meal was finished, Fu Chenan offered to drink iced Coke.
Xiao Yingchun has no ability to refuse... I heard that Coca-Cola kills sperm? Do you want to remind Fu Chenan?
But after thinking about her relationship with Fu Chenan, Xiao Yingchun silently closed her mouth: It's better not to talk too much.
While drinking Coke, Fu Chenan talked about today's situation.
"Sold three hundred sets in one day?"
"You sell it for thirty taels of silver a piece?"
"Then didn't you earn... more than eight thousand taels of silver this day?"
Xiao Yingchun's eyes widened and she didn't know how to answer the question.
You must know that Xiao Yingchun gave him the wholesale price, and only charged him three taels of silver for a suit with a packaging box.
But he changed hands and sold it for thirty taels!
Such huge profits... make people jealous.
But when I think of the suit that I wholesaled to him for three taels of silver, it cost less than a hundred yuan...
Three hundred sets cost less than thirty thousand yuan, but they can be exchanged for nine twelve gold ingots, which can be sold for more than seven million yuan.
Fu Chenan's profit is ten times.
Our profits are two hundred times higher... My heart is even darker!
Forget it, everyone makes their own money.
Xiao Yingchun's psychology was balanced again.
"What are you going to do next?" Xiao Yingchun discussed Taotaoji's business strategy with Fu Chenan seriously...
Tao Tao Ji sells three large boxes of powder sets a day, and one box of sets sells for thirty taels. How much can three large boxes sell for?
If a thoughtful person calculates it, his eyes will bleed!
I once thought it was a joke that Fu Chenan opened a makeup shop, but in the blink of an eye he became a joke!
The Jingcheng Family and major merchants were collectively stunned.
"Who is that Western businessman?"
"The stuff wholesaled to Fu Chenan has never been seen anywhere else!"
"How can the Pig Butcher run such a unique business by himself?"
"I heard that the Western businessman lives in the marshal's house. You can't bring people in and snatch them out?"
"That's right! If I were Fu Chen'an, I would protect the Sith boss to death! Don't let others see him!"
"A few of you will stand guard at the gate of the Marshal's Mansion. Whenever he comes out, you must find a way to find out his whereabouts..."
There are more than one or two people who have the same plan, many aristocratic families think so. Just when everyone was eyeing the Sith boss, the Sith boss suddenly went out smelling of alcohol.
A dozen personal guards tightly protected the Sith boss, but the Sith boss disliked them being in the way, and struggled to push the guards with his old arms and legs.
"Why are you following me? I'm just going to listen to music and drink some wine..."
The personal guards did not fight back or give up, and just followed the Sith boss, noisily all the way into the Zuihong Building.
Boss Sis ordered the most expensive girls from Zuihong Mansion to play, play, sing, and drink wine together at a large table. They had a great time.
The personal guard was left on the first floor of Zuihong Building.
The personal guards had no choice but to protect the private room where the Sith boss was located from front to back and from top to bottom to prevent anything unexpected from happening to him.
Stewards and shop owners from major aristocratic families all expressed their thoughts: As long as they can see the Sith boss and talk to him in person, who wants to kill him?
So all the interested people went to Zuihonglou.
A night of fish and dragon dance.
That night, rumors about Boss Sith's Western goods spread among the major families in the capital.
It turns out that wholesale goods from Boss Sis to Fu Chen'an are not cheap. A single rouge costs three taels. If ten products of various colors are combined, it will cost twenty-seven taels at a discount.
After all, Fu Chenan can only earn three taels of silver from a suit.
So it seems that nine thousand taels of silver were sold on the first day of operation, but in fact more than eight thousand taels of silver went into the pocket of the Sith boss.
Fu Chenan only earned a mere nine hundred taels.
That’s it, not counting labor and shop rent!
Besides, it has just opened and no one has seen it before, so they are so willing to do so.
In the future, when everyone has stocks, they will definitely not buy so much. At most, they will only buy one or two bottles here and there...
His only business, but he only made a fraction of it... All the business owners secretly sneered at him.
Fu Chenan can't lay eggs even if he hugs the golden hen!
He is truly a pig butcher!
Collectively despise Fu Chenan!
After Boss Sis drank too much, he said: If others wanted to buy from him, he would be willing to do so.
However, it needs to go through Fu Chen'an's side to give Fu Chen'an a commission. For a suit, Fu Chen'an can give Fu Chen'an one tael of silver.
This can be regarded as repaying Fu Chenan's life-saving grace.
When everyone hears this, what does this mean? OK!
So I got up early the next day, and all the major families and merchants who originally planned to make Fu Chenan's life difficult went to the Marshal's Mansion to hand over greeting cards.
The emperor in the palace also got the news early in the morning. When he learned that Fu Chenan had sold nine thousand taels of silver in one day, his eyes turned green.
But when he heard that Fu Chenan only made nine hundred taels, the emperor was dumbfounded.
"He earns 10% of the first thing in the capital?"
The spy who reported the report responded clearly: "The red-haired Sith boss said it himself, so it should be correct..."
"Hahahaha! This pig butcher is really unworthy of publicity!" His Majesty the Emperor burst into laughter.
However, when he heard that the Sith boss intended to supply goods to all the major families and merchants through Fu Chenan, he pondered again.
When he heard that Fu Chenan's commission was only one or two per suit, he couldn't help but shake his head.
Merchants can calculate accounts clearly, how could he not understand as the emperor?
This is obviously because you don’t know how to do business, so you are like this!
Look at the officials who have salt in their hands. Which one is not fat and oily?
Only a fool like Fu Chenan can make thirty taels from thirty taels...
His Majesty the Emperor felt relieved and went to the morning court with peace of mind.
When Fu Chenan got up in the morning, he saw a lot of greeting cards being brought in by the housekeeper. He learned about yesterday's rumors from his guards and grinned.
This is the effect you want.
If everyone knew that he could earn several thousand taels a day, wouldn't it make people hate him?
Only by letting everyone benefit and hiding oneself behind the scenes can we make money steadily in the future...