Chapter 17 Business Classics

Wu Daya, who had just finished scolding, looked at Changsun Tang apologetically, this matter is a bit big, it's just that Changsun Tang made some money, and people earned it seriously, and they didn't steal or rob, isn't it too much to scold profiteers?

"Hmph, profiteers, profiteers, profiteers!" Wu Xiaoya is not so easy to talk to.

"What a profiteer! I'm not a profiteer! "No one wants to put this pot on their heads.

"Hmph, not a profiteer yet. You think I don't know how to count. I watched from the side when you taught those stupid people this counting method, and those stupid people were stunned to learn for five days before they understood, and I will be able to watch it for a day. Let me count how much black money you have made in the past six months. "Wu Xiaoya is going to be reasonable, this is naturally the Arabic numerals that Changsun Tang has been vigorously promoting since he was a student in arithmetic, but has not been able to promote it.

"One, ten, hundred, thousand, thousand, thousand, what did you actually earn more than 20,000 yuan, you, you, you ......" Although Wu Xiaoya is only nine years old, she can't stand this estimated IQ of one hundred and sixteen, and these can basically be understood.

"What?" Wu Daya is a little incredible, as a sister, Wu Shun knows obviously more, although his father is a little outdated, but after all, he still has the name of Guogong. As the founding county prince of the second grade, the total salary of his father this year is about 3,000 yuan, and it is a little incredible to earn 20,000 yuan in half a year.

The eldest grandson was also taken aback by this number.

He knew that Wangjianglou would definitely make a lot of money, but he didn't expect that he would use his heart to sell cabbage and earn money from selling ****.

So why did this Wangjiang Tower make so much money?

The most profitable is actually pickles, accounting for about half of the profits.

"What, are you pickled vegetables or ****?" Wu Xiaoya shouted again, this **** is naturally a noun I heard from the eldest grandson.

Changsun Tang's explanation of **** is: a white powder, similar in appearance to flour, but from hell, it can control people's minds and make you like the walking dead.

At that time, Wu Xiaoya's reply was: What is thought? What is Hell? Dungeons? It's kind of scary!

The profit of pickles is understandable, because it involves the problem of tax evasion and the problem of the loopholes in the feudal society.

But the rest of the high profits are a bit unusual. However, if you think about it carefully, you can understand that this Wangjiang Tower is close to the wharf of Jiangling City, and there are more merchants coming and going, plus this pickle business, there are more salt merchants, and when it comes to this salt merchant, it can basically be equated with money.

In addition, Changsun Tang also made important instructions for the operation of the restaurant constructively and pioneeringly: open food stalls.

The people who work on this wharf are all working hard, as usual, it would be good to buy a few steamed buns a day to eat, but this year there is a lot of work, the transfer of pickles from east to west, and the grain for disaster relief by the imperial court, these eldest grandsons are paid according to the market price.

For these bitter people, they come to the food stall every once in a while to eat a meal of oily braised pork, and a large plate only costs three pennies, and they can laugh these days.

As for Wangjianglou's business, it is still booming.

The eldest grandson looked up at the group of stupid people who were shivering like grandsons shivering but happy on the high upstairs that were blown by the river wind, and involuntarily rolled up the fur fur on his body again.

It's not that this Wangjiang Tower doesn't have heating equipment, but these people have to sit on the open third floor, and they have to rely on this window, and this house can't do anything, there is no glass or air conditioning at this time.

The bored eldest grandson took his gaze back, you said that this twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, who didn't take hormones or anything, why didn't she get out of her chest and didn't see any improvement, and the other parts were convex and concave.

These two girls basically follow the eldest grandson all day long, and I don't know what this warrior Tong Guogong thinks? Do you want to hug your grandson now, the eldest grandson speculated maliciously.

"Bad guy, what are you looking at?" This is Wu Xiaoya, this girl seems to have a natural instinct for people who have malicious intentions towards her, and as soon as she looks up, she knows that this eldest grandson doesn't think of anything good.

"I didn't think about anything." This eldest grandson Yu's old face turned red, if this is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, she can definitely kill on the spot with a sentence of "I miss you", although her emotional intelligence is really not good, but after all, she is a new generation of "four beauties" young people who grew up under the red flag, but this peek at the twelve or thirteen-year-old was caught, this is a bit of a beast.

As soon as this Wu Daya looked up and saw the eyes of the eldest grandson, this face was even redder than the eldest grandson.

Changsun Tang turned his gaze, in fact, these things are very simple to say, but in fact they are difficult, first of all, as a service industry, if the general environment is not good, it is impossible to make money, it just so happens that this is affected by disaster relief, the income of the transportation industry and the service is not low, although these people cannot go up to Wangjianglou to consume, but they will definitely not accumulate most of the money.

With the basis of consumption, you have to find a way to flow the money, too low prices are not good, so, Changsun Tang basically will earn the money every month and spend it, and most landlords are different, Changsun Tang did not buy land, but large-scale purchase of good timber, flowing water does not rot, only when the money flows, the benefits will be better.

Thirdly, the pickles brought by Shaokang's family made a lot of money, plus the money allocated from the disaster relief funds to buy cement, this eldest grandson has a balance of 20,000 yuan on his books.

Of course, the money he can really use now is far from so much, one is that the wages in various places need to be settled, and he doesn't want to make a bad opening, and the other is that the money for buying wood has not been settled with the various small bosses.

Today is the time to settle these, so early in the morning, Changsun Tang asked a few stewards to come over with the account books early in the morning.

The outside of Wangjiang Tower was already crowded with people, and the eldest grandson ordered people to place a few large charcoal pots in the food stalls.

At this time, the second floor of Wangjiang Building was also full of people, all of whom were ready to settle their wages and go home to pay the workers below.

The eldest grandson had already ordered people to prepare all kinds of wages, including "Kaiyuan Tongbao" (not for Tang Xuanzong, but for Wude to use it in the fourth year), food, and of course pickled vegetables.

The eldest grandson is planning to do his best to grab profits, and it has reached the point of being unscrupulous and shameless, the problem is that when you stinky and shameless level, it is also a kind of ability to make the people go home happily.

In the unbelievable eyes of the fools, these fools actually took all the pickles from a boatload, and then happily returned home.

Therefore, whenever we need to do something, we need to figure out our current situation first, instead of going on a rampage with imagination and courage.