Have to wait?

Zhao Guoji's eyes darkened.

For Zhao Guoji, this period of life, I don't know whether to say good or not?

Since Jia Cong decided to open a soap workshop and pushed him to the stage to be a steward, he immediately experienced the prestige and power of the leaders of the departments in the era of planned economy.

When the people around him saw him, they were all extremely enthusiastic and sincere smiles.

Even those pedantic masters, when they saw him, they were no longer as despicable as before, who didn't have a few poor relatives, and they couldn't say that one day, they begged to come to the door, offended Zhao Guoji, how can they speak in the future?

Those who have asked Zhao Guoji now are even more diligent, some intercede, some give gifts and bribes, some complain and beg, and even kowtow to recognize their father.

Zhao Guoji was very annoyed, he originally thought that the operation of the workshop was stable, and the manpower was fixed, so there would be fewer such things.

Who knows, the workshop has been operating for a while, and Jia Cong suddenly asked to control the output of the workshop and release products in small batches, without any reason.

The market prospect is very good, how many goods are not enough to sell, and suddenly there is no goods, and the merchants who want the goods almost split Zhao Guoji's five horses.

In order to compete for that pitiful share of the product, these merchants are even more cunning in private, sending people to follow Zhao Guoji every day, trying to brush their faces and brush their favorability, and any treats for dinner and gifts are nothing.

One day, Zhao Guoji went to the toilet outside and took less toilet paper, complained in a low voice, and four or five arms around him handed him over, and the scene scared him so much that he almost fell into the pit.

Coupled with those acquaintances or strangers who meet by chance from time to time for work, Zhao Guoji now has the urge to run for his life as soon as he sees a figure.

Thinking of the scene that day, Zhao Guoji's scalp was numb for a while, and he looked at Jia Cong with extremely sad eyes, and said in pain: "Do you have to wait?"

Jia Cong thought about the next new product, and nodded absentmindedly in reply.

Zhao Guoji sighed: "Alas. ”

All kinds of bitterness, grief and sadness are condensed in this sigh, which makes people cry when they hear it.

Is it so painful?

Jia Cong was amused for a while, he thought Zhao Guoji would enjoy it very much.

Then, Jia Cong fell into deep thought, if Zhao Guoji couldn't hold on, where would he find someone to top?

It's hard to find an obedient person like Zhao Guoji!

Should we agree to Zhao Guoji's request?

Jia Cong puffed out his cheeks, his goal had not yet been achieved.

The current fame value of the products produced is still a little far from what he expected, and most of them take the peripheral route and spread word-of-mouth in a small area.

Everyone understands the fan economy, and it is exhausted after one blow, although it is said that the aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, but Jia Cong does not have the time and energy to grind slowly.

How can we quickly spread our influence and open up the situation?

Rebus in his previous life proved that hunger marketing is good, hunger marketing is really wonderful, and hunger marketing is like gold......

Ahem, in short, hunger marketing is a good means of publicity. Especially among the people who love to watch and join in the fun, the more they can't buy it, the more itchy, and word of mouth or something......

Of course, Jia Cong dares to play like this, he has confidence, after the founding of the country, the son of a first-class general, this identity alone can bluff many people, the county order of breaking the family, the prefect of destroying the door, and the magnates of Rongguo Mansion......

Without using power to snatch market resources, it can already make people grateful.

If Jia Cong was an ordinary person, he would make soap, either quietly start work, step up stockpiling, and put it on the market at one time to make enough money, or he could only sell the soap formula to other businessmen, and then go away, taking advantage of the chaos in the market, and then follow the trend.

If you dare to engage in hunger marketing like this, then you will only be forced to buy the formula and be swept away.

The capitalists who use machine guns to shoot suddenly and send the whole family of a competitor to God have never been a specialty of US imperialism.

Suddenly, Jia Cong's train of thought was interrupted.

"Brother Zhao, there is a person at the door, his name is Qian Huai, saying that he is looking for you for something. ”

Qian Huai, Aunt Zhao's nephew, what is this person doing here?

Jia Cong motioned to Zhao Guoji: "You go out and take a look? Don't Aunt Zhao have something to do with you." ”

Zhao Guoji was also confused when he heard Qian Huai's name, Jia Huan was now sick and couldn't go to school, Qian Huai was not at home, he came to find him for something, and hurriedly went out.

Jia Cong continued to think about it, weighing the pros and cons, well, while thinking, he also took the candied fruit on the table and sent it to his mouth, it's good to do it yourself, Shengming has no more than the red □□dynasty, meow.

"Oh no, no, Brother Cong, the third girl sued Brother Huan'er in front of the second wife, and Qian Huai told me to take Brother Huan'er back quickly!"

Zhao Guoji was sweating all over his head, and he was so anxious that he walked around the house.

What a feud!

These three words flashed in Jia Cong's mind, and he asked, "What did the third girl sue Brother Huan?"

Zhao Guoji stomped his feet, gritting his teeth angrily: "It is said that Brother Huan'er has not studied well recently, wandering outside, messing around, just going by himself, and taking Brother Cong'er with you, in case you cause trouble and hurt Brother Cong'er, how can you explain to the eldest lady? Therefore, she had to sue Mrs. Sù...... The second wife either asked someone to beat Brother Huan'er, or drove the people around Brother Huan'er out, no matter how much punishment is exceeded, in short, you can't let Brother Cong follow Brother Huan'er to learn badly. ”

Jia Tanchun's sense of justice is worthy of Wang Xifeng's praise of the upright people of Rongguo Mansion.

It is also a complaint, this realm, this consciousness, superior to others! Jia Cong smiled, his smile was extremely gentle, and he told Zhao Guoji: "Go and get Brother Huan'er back, let's go home together." ”

Where is Jia Huan?

What about the gentleman who was reading the article?

Dozens of taels or hundreds of taels of silver are offered, and there are always people who are eager to take the exam and are willing to read Jia Huan's article in their spare time. It's not that Zhao Guoji can't find a jinshi, it's just that this jinshi, there are always people who knock on the door and lose bricks, and it is inevitable that there are other ideas, so it is better to lift people.

After looking for Jia Huan and coming back, Jia Huan heard that Tanchun had sued him in front of Mrs. Wang, and was very angry, and said angrily: "I knew that she couldn't see me and my aunt being any better." ”

Jia Cong shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly: "In your sister's opinion, she sued Mrs. Sù for your own good." She will most likely be disappointed, though. ”

The house fighting drama of the previous life said that the eldest wife is always very tolerant when facing an unsuccessful concubine, just like some stepmothers treat their stepsons.

However, Jia Huan raised his face, sneered twice, and was furious: "Good for me, what a fart! Why don't you see her go to the master to sue Baoyu? It's just stepping on me, so good that Mrs. is lifting." ”

Tanchun is not stupid, Baoyu is the heart of Jia Mu, the ruler of Rongguo Mansion, the lifeblood of Mrs. Wang, the son of luck in this plane, offended Baoyu, and I don't want to mix up in Rongguo Mansion.

Besides, with Jia Mu's *oss in the way, it's useless to sue.

"There are good intentions to do bad things. ”

Jia Cong's expression was calm, looking at Jia Huan jumping three feet high, his eyes were about to burst into flames, Fang smiled and said: "That's your own sister, no matter how bad it is for you, the starting point is also for your good." So, how can you live up to this kindness?"

Jia Huan was stunned.

In Mrs. Wang's room, the bedding of Xiangzhu had already changed to the soft yarn of the season, and Tanchun sat on the embroidery pier, his eyes were red, and he wiped his tears with a handkerchief. Wang Xifeng took the monthly money account book, and Tong Ping'er walked in all the way.

Sister Feng opened the curtain and said with a smile: "I just said that I took the account book to show my wife, and I heard that my wife was looking for me." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly saw Tanchun's appearance, paused, and said in a low voice: "Third sister, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Wang pinched the Buddha beads in her hand, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes seemed to be deeper, she sighed, wiped the corners of her eyes and said, "I heard that Huan'er and Brother Cong have been very uninterested in studying recently, and they are messing around outside all day long, and there is no one to take care of them at home." I know that you don't tell me because you're afraid I'll be angry, but you should also think about it, if you make someone outside hook up, the old lady asks, how can you tell me to answer?"

Sister Feng disagreed, and said with a smile: "Mrs. is calm. This is all because Aunt Zhao doesn't teach, and Brother Huan is unwilling to be motivated, but his wife wants to worry about it all the time. It's just Brother Cong, I see him honest on weekdays, why do you follow Brother Huan around......"

Tan Chun said angrily: "Brother Cong'er is only a little old, what kind of courage do you have." It's not Huan'er's idea yet. It's okay if you don't make it yourself, and you still refuse to settle down, and you want to bring others badly. If Brother Cong learns badly with him, the eldest lady will not blame Huan'er, but he will say that the second brother Lian is not. ”

Sister Feng pretended to be discolored, and raised her voice: "If you don't have such a bad heart, where can you pay it back!Ping'er, don't you go and find Aunt Zhao ......?"

Sister Feng asked Ping'er to find Aunt Zhao, but she didn't think that Aunt Zhao would also come to see Mrs. Wang.

I only heard Aunt Zhao dragging her long cry, crying all the way from the courtyard to Mrs. Wang's room, crying out to the sky and grabbing the ground, and howling: "Mrs., Mrs...... It's amazing...... It's amazing......"

I cried as if Mrs. Wang had passed away.