074 The best spokesperson

Twitter and twitter, Lao Li thinks about it.

After Li Bangyan and Blood Wuxiang muttered all night, mixed with words such as "good guy" and "", they finally understood An Lehou's wonderful arrangement.

Immediately, an unknown number of carrier pigeons with unknown tasks flew northward in large numbers. Dozens of other unidentified people and horses rushed out of Beijing and rushed to northern Xinjiang to build up propaganda.

What kind of momentum is it making?

Promote the wonderful use of silk.

If you want to talk about silk, it is really not very useful in northern Xinjiang.

Northern Xinjiang has long winters and short summers, hot days and cool nights, and it is not easy to make a single dress and not wear much of it, so you have to put on a leather jacket again. If you have that kung fu, just take off the leather jacket and tie it around your waist?

When it is cold at night, it is very convenient to spread it on the ground. Especially when it rains, a raincoat is put on the head, and it is guaranteed that it will not leak rain.

Does silk have a function?

Outside a warehouse in Xijin Mansion, the second shopkeeper is desperately selling.

"It's not. It's silk, it's a very high-end thing. Look at this brilliant color, it is not like the clouds on the horizon. You touch the smooth and tender touch, the delicate skin like a virgin......"

"Don't. We're low-level people, so we don't need these things. A virgin is better than a widow, preferably a widow with a son, how good! ”

When the second shopkeeper was still desperately thinking about the advantages of the widow with her son, he looked up and found that the potential customer had already run away: "Hey, come back, your silk ......"

The herdsman smiled back, left a "no, it's your silk" and walked away.

"Hey!"

The second shopkeeper walked to the warehouse dejectedly, and when he saw the big shopkeeper, he complained: "The shopkeeper doesn't know what the owner thinks." Selling silk in Liaojin, isn't this the same as selling umbrellas on a sunny day? ”

The big shopkeeper smiled: "What's the matter, you didn't sell it?" ”

"People don't need it at all, so why sell it to them?"

"Selling things that you don't need is a qualified second shopkeeper. You want to take my seat, and you're almost on fire! ”

The old god of the big shopkeeper drank a sip of mare's milk wine on the ground, and handed over the wine bag in disgust: "You drink it!" I'm too old to drink this. ”

The second shopkeeper took it and drank it bitterly, but he didn't know if he was a little ashamed or embarrassed by the wine, and his face was red: "You are old after all, haha!" In addition to playing tricks, you can't drink spirits and play with women, right? ”

"It's okay, you can drink it. The owner said, let me go back a year ago, and you will take care of the business here. ”

Seeing that people are so generous, the second shopkeeper is a little embarrassed: "Without your old man's guidance, I'm afraid I won't be able to do well?" ”

The big shopkeeper laughed: "It's a little interesting, I also said this to the last big shopkeeper back then." But before I go, I have a few more words to teach you. Otherwise, if you spoil the big thing of the owner, you won't be sorry to die! ”

"Yes!"

The second shopkeeper knew that this was really a handover, so he quickly poured a cup of tea and handed it over with both hands.

"Hmm." The big shopkeeper nodded with satisfaction, but he didn't drink tea, "This time, the owner has suffered a big disaster. If we can't get the silk out there quickly, we're all going to die. ”

"What?"

The second shopkeeper was shocked.

You old thing is not authentic, dare to throw a mess at me and let me carry the black pot for you?

As far as the market prospect of silk in the north is concerned, why do you open up the market for me to see?

The big shopkeeper is well versed in the routine of not surprising and endless, and continues to tell stories and draw blueprints: "Not only to open up sales, but also to make money, make a lot of money!" ”

The second shopkeeper was not shocked, he was thinking about whether the big shopkeeper had drunk too much, or he had lost his mind and gone crazy. Otherwise, how can you talk nonsense?

You can't sell enough capital, you still want to make money, and you have to make a lot of money.

Let's just don't build a warehouse, just veil it, and do that business without capital, maybe we can make some money.

The big shopkeeper saw that this item belonged to the rotten wood that could not be carved, and he didn't say much, and directly ordered: "Tomorrow, hang out the sign, authentic Songjiang silk, one hundred and fifty pieces each." ”

The next day, all the places where silk was sold in the entire Sijin Province were posted with a unified sign: Authentic XX silk, one hundred and fifty pieces each.

The price is the same, and that XX is just a difference in origin.

As the premier city of Liaojin and the Song Kingdom, such a rare event occurred, attracting countless people to come and watch.

The Tangut people said that the Song people were shameless!

The Tibetan people said that it was a bit uninteresting.

The Mongolians say that this is crazy for money!

Dali people say, or we are the most real!

The Uighurs said, "That's the price for the Uighurs, right?"

The Seljuks with high noses and blue eyes say that the price is really cheap!

"Uh, where are you?" The crowd glared angrily.

"Transported to Seljuk, it will be worth five or six hundred! Of course, it's a bit expensive here! ”

On the first day, the audience was N+ and the customer was 0.

On the second day, the audience was N++ and the customer was 0.

On the third day, the audience was N+++ and the customer was 0.

Uh, no, there were zero customers in the first half of the day, and in the second half of the day, three or two kittens dressed in fancy costumes came.

Those kittens should be called customers, those customers don't look at the bells and whistles, but the score is very big, and a mouth is a mouthful: "We have wrapped these silks." ”

"How much do you want?"

"As much as you want."

"Oh, not for sale."

Remembering the repeated advice of the big shopkeeper, the second shopkeeper gritted his teeth and said, "Limited quantity, up to ten horses per day." ”

"Let's add money!"

"We're not in it for the money!"

The second shopkeeper bit his lips with hatred, and he was still reciting lines: "We are conscientious merchants, and we will never do hoarding and raising prices." It's really a tight supply, and it's too much to do! ”

"Okay! Let's buy 10 horses today and come back tomorrow! ”

It seems that he is a leader, and he paid the money happily, and took off a large gold chain from his neck, saying that it was tomorrow's deposit, and he was a bold comparison.

"Cut! They must be in a group, this is a solicitation of trust...... Uh, what about people? ”

The Seljuks, who were just about to reveal the truth, looked back and saw that Hula was kneeling for a long time, and even those few business partners bent down to caress their chests in greeting.

"You sycophants! Why pay tribute to those people? ”

"Shut up! If you want to die, no one will stop you, and don't stop us from paying homage to the sacred shaman! ”

The Seljuks then remembered that legend has it that in the Liaojin region, there is a primitive, backward, and ignorant religion, shamanism.

These people are probably shamanic shamans.

Phew, all heretics deserve to be burned at the stake!

"Burned at the stake?"

The leading shaman smiled coldly: "I have been guided by the gods, and I need to sacrifice the colorful clouds to obtain divine power. I was worried that the offerings were not enough, and you, a foreigner, just happened to bring a fire sacrifice. ”

The hapless Seljuks were thus tied up by the believers around them and gloriously became offerings.

It is indeed glorious, because it is the silk that shines with the light of the colorful clouds that becomes an offering with him!

What a glorious thing it is!

Of course, in order to take the lead in the upcoming sacrifice and make the gods feel the sincerity of the local people, the good shaman was determined to give the devotees a chance:

Everyone can buy silk, whether it's whole or not. Even if you are a cloth head that is only two fingers wide, the shaman god will not dislike it.

In order for the great god to feel his sincerity, he had to buy some silk even if he smashed the pot and sold iron. If you can't afford a horse, let's buy a zhang, if you can't afford a zhang, let's buy a foot.

The shaman said that the great gods don't care about the number of gifts, they only look at the heart.

The great god doesn't care, the shaman does. Before leaving, the shaman smiled meaningfully at the big shopkeeper, and the big shopkeeper smiled affectionately.

It's all in plain sight!

"Do you have any deals?" The second shopkeeper was very curious.

"Don't inquire if you shouldn't ask, you prepare two thousand Jiaozi at night, and someone will come to get it."

The second shopkeeper is not a fool, and he understands it after a little listening. People are here to get kickbacks, but this money is too much, right?

Buy something for 1,000 guan and give a rebate of 2,000 guan, are you lacking heart?

"Lack of eyes?" The big shopkeeper smiled slightly and pointed in the direction of Bianliang, "There is a fairy-like person there who said that they are the best spokesperson, and those small money are even their endorsement fees." ”