Li Mingfang, who was full of confidence, stood up as he spoke. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Owner, I'll go to Xinhua Factory to buy grey fabric."

Qin Chuan hurriedly leaned over and stretched out his hand to grab Li Mingfang, who was anxious to leave: "Don't worry, I still have something to say." ”

Seeing Li Mingfang sit down, Qin Chuan took out another cigarette and lit it.

Qin Chuan has a habit of smoking as long as he thinks about complicated things.

"Lao Li, although our dyeing factory has not been open for a few days, you have also seen that the monthly input of more than 100,000 yuan cannot be run, although we do not expand production capacity, but we can't let such a large sum of money lie idle in the money village in vain, I Qin Chuan can't look down on that interest at all, our money is going to be turned up, only by letting the money we earn work, and it will turn faster and faster, we will make more and more money."

Qin Chuan took a deep puff of his cigarette and said after a little thought.

"I think so, if we want to turn the money in our hands, we must open a new factory to specialize in the production of things that others do not have but only we have, and only that kind of thing will be the most profitable."

If you only have something that you have and others don't have, it's strange if you don't make money.

Qin Chuan's words immediately made Li Mingfang excited again.

"Boss, what good idea do you have again? Let's talk about it. ”

Qin Chuan didn't speak, but reached out and took out a delicate small iron box from under the coffee table. Qin Chuan lifted the lid and handed the box to Li Mingfang.

"Lao Li, look at what this thing is."

When Li Mingfang took the iron box and looked at it, he saw that there were many small particles as white as snow in the box, and he couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

"Isn't this sugar, owner?"

"You taste it."

Qin Chuan didn't say anything, just looked at Li Mingfang with a smile.

Qin Chuan's expression made Li Mingfang's heart beat a little. It's not sugar, what else could it be?

Li Mingfang carefully stretched out two fingers and pinched out a small pinch from the box, and slowly put it in his mouth to taste, the fine white particles suddenly melted in his mouth, and a salty taste immediately melted in his mouth, Li Mingfang quickly stood up, ran into the bathroom not far from the second floor in a few steps and spit and rinsed his mouth, and then hurriedly ran back with a puzzled face.

"Boss, why does this thing look like salt?"

"Yes, it's salt." Qin Chuan nodded affirmatively.

"Is it salt?"

Li Mingfang reached out and picked up the lattin box again, muttering in disbelief.

"Owner, how can your salt be so white? This is the first time I've seen such white salt. ”

"This is called refined salt, the grain salt we eat now, there are a lot of impurities, when the salt is sun, the soil in the salt pond is inevitably mixed in, so the grain salt we usually eat is yellow and astringent, that is because it contains a lot of soil, so that foreigners laugh at our Qing people are the people who eat the soil. Now foreigners have a rule, that is, the salt content for human consumption must reach more than ninety percent, and the salt content is less than eighty-five percent of the salt, and it is not even allowed to feed livestock. ”

"These, you know what?"

Qin Chuan said to Li Mingfang with a worried face: "Now the salt content of the grain salt in our Daqing market does not exceed eighty percent, and the salt field in our Changlu area is better, the concentration of seawater salt here is high, and many other places produce salt, many of which are less than seventy percent, and it is difficult for people to meet their physical needs after eating." ”

"Our refined salt, as the name suggests, is to remove the impurities in it, a purer salt, I estimate, the salt content will not be less than ninety percent."

Li Mingfang put down the box and said to Qin Chuan: "I know this refined salt. The proprietor, now there are also foreign companies that sell refined salt, and the foreigners in the concession all eat that kind of salt. In addition, there is also a kind of fine salt in our southern salt-producing areas, which is cleaner than our grain salt, and they are made by means of thin drying and stirring. It's just that this fine salt and the refined salt of foreigners are not so white. And what you just said, I don't know what salt is in that. ”

"Yes."

Qin Chuan nodded and said, "The kind of refined salt they eat is not as pure as ours, to be precise, there is no cleanliness from us." And, most importantly, our salt content is much higher than theirs. ”

"Lao Li, tell me, if we can produce such white refined salt in large quantities, and the price is not much higher than the usual kind of grained salt, do you think we can make money?"

"Yes." Li Mingfang blurted out without thinking.

Li Mingfang heard Qin Chuan say that his salt was even better than that of foreigners, and his interest gradually increased, and when he saw Qin Chuan asking if he could make money, he counted it with his fingers.

"The owner, if you want to eat, you must eat salt, before I entered the foreign industry, I was in charge of copywriting in Baoding County, and I know the price of salt very well." “

"For more than 200 years since the founding of the Qing Dynasty, the price of salt has been rising. Taking Baoding as an example, in the 30th year of Kangxi, a pound of salt only cost 10 Wen, and in the ninth year of Jiaqing, it rose to 46 Wen, and now it has risen to 60 Wen, and looking at the price of salt, I feel that it is far from the end. As far as I know, although the price of salt has risen vigorously, the money of the stove households in the salt field has not risen, take the Changlu Salt Farm as an example, they collect salt from the stove households, and each catty is still 1 penny, and the government only charges the salt merchants four taels and two cents for every 600 catties, that is, less than six Yingyang, and it is more than 30 Yingyang when sold. That's it, there is still a large amount of inferior salt flooding the market, and the salt merchants have to pay some discounts when they are transported to the shore, or eight taels are counted as a catty, or nine taels are counted as a catty, or mixed with sand and water, and these salt merchants each make a lot of money. ”

Li Mingfang's words really startled Qin Chuan, he really didn't expect that a piece of Yingyang would not be able to buy twenty catties of salt.

Qin Chuan thought for a while, calculated and said: "Look at this, in order to prevent the black-hearted salt merchants from shorting catties and adding adulteration to make fake disasters to the people, I am going to pack wax paper sachets every half catty and seal them." Even if we only earn 30 wen per pound of refined salt, because there is no shortage of catties or two, the people will not lose money. These northern provinces, plus Mongolia, always have a population of more than 100 million, to say less, three catties of salt per person a year, then there will be more than 300 million catties, and the tens of millions of livestock in Mongolia should also use an appropriate amount of salt, adding up to almost 400 million catties, which is more than 12 million taels of silver, in exchange for Yingyang, that is, more than 16 million, then we will make a fortune. ”

Qin Chuan, who was full of interest as he was talking, suddenly found that Li Mingfang's expression was first flushed with excitement, and then quickly became depressed, so he couldn't help but stop talking and asked Li Mingfang suspiciously.

"Lao Li, is there something wrong with what I said?"

Li Mingfang sighed heavily, looked at the small iron box containing refined salt with regret, and said in a tone full of helplessness.

"Owner, it is said that your refined salt is definitely a good thing, but if you can't sell it, how can you make money."

"Can't sell?"

Li Mingfang's words made Qin Chuan very puzzled.

Seeing that Qin Chuan didn't understand, Li Mingfang sighed and began to explain to Qin Chuan.

China has practiced a monopoly on salt since the time of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and the Qing Dynasty was no exception. In the Qing Dynasty, the salt administration first undertook the Ming Law, and then after several reforms by Tao Shu, the governor of Liangjiang, and Ding Baozhen, the governor of Sichuan, the salt industry distribution system was formed. The manufacturer collects the salt prepared by the stove at the salt factory and sells it to the merchants.

The introduction of salt is to be purchased from the merchants, and only with the salt introduction can you buy salt from the manufacturer, and then the salt transportation envoy Yamen receives the shore introduction, that is, the marketing area approved by the government. Because many merchants do not have the conditions for trafficking or other reasons, most of them have to sell the shore to the shippers, who will transport them to the relevant areas for sale. The so-called nest merchant is a big salt merchant who has paid a huge amount of money and is qualified to sell salt with the permission of the government.

If Qin Chuan wants to make salt, that is, it is not difficult to be a manufacturer who does it himself, as long as he goes to the Changlu Salt Transport Envoy Yamen near the Drum Tower in Tianjin City to run a paperwork and pay the salt class, but if he wants to sell it, he has to pass the threshold of attracting business. You know, those shore guides have huge profits, and in their area, they can even sell salt at their own price. Not to mention whether these huge interest groups formed by the big salt merchants over the years are willing to let Qinchuan, an outsider, intervene, even if some people in the big salt merchants agree, there is still a problem, that is, the shore quotation that each salt merchant has the right to issue, that is, the marketing area has limitations, generally the scale of several counties, and the sales volume is limited.

Especially after more than 200 years, now all the counties in the territory of the Qing Dynasty have been divided up by the big salt merchants in the eleven salt-producing areas of the country, and Qin Chuan now wants to pay a huge amount of silver, and the government has no place to market it. Of course, there are also a few remote areas where there are no merchants willing to go, and now the government implements a ticket merchant system for these areas, that is, those places where no one wants to go, as long as someone is willing to sell salt, go to the yamen to issue a bill and pay the salt class, but the sales in these places are limited, not to mention, the transportation cost is also very high.

After Li Mingfang's explanation, Qin Chuan couldn't help but have a headache, he knew this in ancient times, he knew this, he knew it as early as when he studied history, but he never expected that in this year, this rule is still there.

Although this ghost salt method gave Qin Chuan a headache, but with such a big source of wealth, how could he give up so easily, Qin Chuan asked Li Mingfang tentatively.

"Lao Li, according to what you say, we can't directly buy the salt from the merchant?"

Li Mingfang nodded affirmatively: "No." ”

"But if the farmer collects the salt, is it feasible for us to sell it to the salt merchants instead of him?"

Li Mingfang calculated for a moment and said: "This is a solution, you didn't collect the salt, but just sold it to the salt merchant for him." ”

Qin Chuan nodded and continued: "If we give the profit to a certain big salt merchant, is it okay for him to help us contact the merchants and shore merchants to buy salt from us, and then transport it to their area to sell it?" Of course, this also has to give them sweetness, for example, for every pound of salt they buy from us at the price, we will return him Wuwen, that is, as long as they designate a carrier to buy salt from us, he will earn a lot more when he sits on the ground。。。。。。 ”

The more Qin Chuan said, the clearer his thinking became, and unconsciously, he moved out all the means of promotion in later generations, and Li Mingfang was dumbfounded when he heard it.

Li Mingfang looked at Qin Chuan blankly for a long time before muttering to himself: "Genius, genius, the owner is simply the reincarnation of Tao Zhugong!" ”

"I, Li Mingfang, have completely convinced the owner of you today, with these whimsical ideas of the owner, I am afraid that those salt merchants will be like these cloth merchants, rushing to buy our refined salt ......"