"Miss, they're all businessmen, too. Aren't you afraid that they will also build a set of oil trucks and steal business with us?"

After Dalong sent the guests away, he returned to the study and watched Han Beiqing take out a brand-new account book and keep accounts seriously.

Hearing Dalong's doubts, she put down her brush and looked up. He smiled indifferently: "They are all businessmen, since ancient times, the people did not fight with officials, if others were to make oil trucks, they might come forward to stir up the peace. When we do business, no matter what they ask for money, they have to burn high incense."

Dalong suddenly realized, thinking about the time when he used to do business in Qishan County. Han Beiqing always has to show how familiar he is with the county magistrate, and the merchants he cooperates with always reveal that his background is not ordinary.

Not for anything else, just for peace. Let those who want to bully them and stumble behind their backs think clearly about the fate of offending her.

It's just that Han Beiqing felt weak at that time, but fortunately, now he has a county at home, and he can boast of a proper name.

"Iron has to be hard." Han Beiqing's tone was light, and there was a slight sadness on his face: "It is precisely because there is no absolute strength that it is necessary to fake the tiger. One day, we don't need to use official authority to rub on other people's backgrounds, that is really powerful."

Dalong didn't understand, and looked at Han Beiqing with puzzled eyes: "But the girl is already rich!" In the past two years, we have made a lot of money in Qishan County, which has allowed us to have the capital to do business in Huaining."

"No matter how much you earn, the capital to turn over is also given by others. When the time comes, you have to pay the money back." Han Beiqing muttered, Dalong didn't hear clearly, but he also knew that he couldn't ask more.

"Girl, which shop will the coachman shout at tomorrow?"

Han Beiqing handed the paper with the advertising slogan written on it to Dalong: "Qiaotou Rouge Shop, I have to go back and discuss with the shopkeeper." Several others disdain such small advertisements. Tomorrow's shouting will be for our oil trucks."

"The East Gate of the City, the East Market, the Yuanfeng Hall Crude Medicine Shop, the Qinjia Luo Jin Shop, the West Locust Tree in the West of the City, and the West Gate of the City."

Dalong looked at the address on the paper, frowned and looked up: "There is no good restaurant?"

Han Beiqing nodded: "The delicious restaurant and Yuanfeng Hall are only fifty steps apart, so you can only choose one of the two."

Lu Tong threw down ten taels of silver and bid for this "advertising space", which made the competitors speechless.

Han Beiqing herself was afraid, and secretly scolded Lu Tong for raising prices, in case these shops did not advertise, she would not lose money for this oil truck.

"I'm not that expensive! Lord Lu Tong, isn't this too much money?" Han Beiqing didn't even look at the silver ingot, and this action made Lu Tong look sideways, and his eyes were full of exploration of her.

"Two taels of silver a month's shouting is already extremely expensive, and at most it will only be a month for me. Advertise all year round, who can afford it. I can't kill chickens and get eggs, and my heart is not so dark."

Everyone nodded again and again, and Qin Ming, the shopkeeper of the Qin family's Luo Jin Shop, said in agreement: "Doing business pays attention to the long stream, ten taels of silver a month, I'm afraid only Boss Lu can take it."

Han Beiqing saw that these prospective customers were about to run, so he hurriedly dragged back: "Such a high price is also because of competing for seats with a good restaurant. Boss Lu is rich and rich, and Qi Niang admires it very much. But the price is not a month, but five months, okay?"

An advertising space of one tael of silver a month costs twelve taels a year. Even Han Beiqing himself thinks it's expensive, but compared with Lu Tong's sky-high price of ten taels of silver a month, it's still very cabbage.

"Yuanfengtang bids two taels, can the delicious restaurant still bid?" The pressure here is on the restaurant.

Shopkeeper Zheng shook his head again and again and smiled bitterly: "Little Lao'er doesn't dare to fight with Boss Lu. Congratulations to Boss Lu in advance, and you will make money every day."

Just kidding, the net expenditure is twenty taels of silver a year. Although his restaurant makes money, he doesn't dare to spend it like this. Whether the effect is good or not, you can know by staring at Yuanfengtang. He'll wait and see, after all, he's not so rich. br>

Lu Tong returned the salute and snorted coldly: "Borrow the auspicious words of the shopkeeper Zheng."

Luo Jinpu and Qin Ming also paid five taels of silver, and first advertised for half a year to see how the effect was.

"Fifteen taels of silver will be credited

Ben took back some of it. The opening is a success, and we will continue to work hard." Han Beiqing finished keeping the account book and took out a booklet that he had sewn and ordered. A few sentences were written on it, which was a habit of keeping a diary that she began to develop after coming into this world.

After putting away the account book and diary, Han Beiqing stretched his waist and stretched his muscles and bones. Just as I was about to lie down on the soft couch and rest for a while, I heard a knock on the door.

Han Beiqing looked out through the window, and Lao Cao, who was behind the shadow of the wall, opened the door and whispered a few times, and then let the man walk in.

It's a guy at the rouge shop at the bridgehead

"Miss, the guy from the Qiaotou rouge shop is here." Lao Cao stood at the door and reported.

Han Beiqing sat on the soft couch and did not move, and responded, "Come in."

The young man entered the house and didn't see Han Beiqing sitting in front of the bookcase, and he was stunned for a moment. I heard Han Beiqing say behind him, "This way."

Only then did he turn around and walk over with his head down.

Han Beiqing leaned on the pillow under the window, holding a book in one hand and resting on the bed with the other. looked at the young man with a kind face: "How many days are your shopkeepers going to shout?"

The young man took out his money bag and put the copper coin on the bed.

"This is 500 Wen, and my shopkeeper said to give it a try in two days. If it works well, we'll do it for a few more days. But the store is small and the profit is small, and I can't afford to give it for a month."

After speaking, the young man raised his head and asked, "Miss, is it okay to have 500 wen in two days?"

Han Beiqing doesn't want to be a virgin, so he doesn't have to do something about friendship. The first part of this offer is open, and it will be endless in the future.

"Three hundred wen a day, which is already very cheap. Five hundred wen in two days, I would rather not collect money than lose money. Take it back and tell you shopkeepers, I won't wipe a penny." After Han Beiqing finished speaking with a cold face, the young man immediately took out a hundred yuan from his pocket.

honestly put it on the pile of copper coins, lowered his head and said to Han Beiqing, "Miss, can you give me a note." I'm going to make an account with the treasurer."

Han Beiqing took out the triptych sheet that had been prepared a long time ago, and wrote a few words. Then he handed it to the young man: "Take it back and hand it over, tell your shopkeeper, if you are not at ease, you can send someone to sit in a gas truck and keep an eye on it." Only one person a day can sit for free."

The young man's eyes widened in surprise when he heard this: "You can also take a gas car for free? Is it okay to have a few times a day?"

"I like to sit a few times, but I can only sit for free."

"There's no one but me. Thank you, Miss, thank you, Miss." The young man took the receipt and left happily.

And here, as soon as Qin Ming, the shopkeeper of the Qin family's Luo Jinpu, returned home, he took the receipt given by Han Beiqing and entered his old father's room.

"You're back, are things going well?" Old lady Qin teased the bird with interest.

"The little lady of the county Cheng family is really a family." Qin Ming respectfully handed the receipt in his hand to his old father.

"Look at this receipt, it's different from what we're used to."

Qin Ming's finger tapped on the receipt: "There's something inside!"