"Sebo, how is the production of fine salt?" Kong Fang had nothing to say.

Fang Shibo, who was kept in the dark, fought a cold war and ended writing poems in real life.

"Now we can produce fine salt every day. With the skilled and improved production technology of workers, our production capacity will be greatly increased, and our production target is 10,000 catties per day. ”

The identity is changed from a romantic poet to an industrial production manager, and the time does not exceed half a second.

Then it was terrible!

"There are 8,000 catties of fine salt in the warehouse, and I have already discussed with Boss Wu, tomorrow he will take the salt, and it will be listed immediately, and the price will be set at 50 wen silver per catty."

One hundred wen in the Daxing Dynasty is one tael of silver, fifty wen for one pound of fine salt, and five wen for one pound of coarse salt.

The price of fine salt is ten times that of fine salt, which is actually quite expensive.

But Kong Fang will not interfere, after all, the martial arts are businessmen and professionals, and they have their own reasons for setting this price.

Merchants cannot afford to make a profit, and do not hope that they will give up or reduce their due benefits if they are soft-hearted.

Looking at the vast snow, Kong Fang's heart was as warm as spring, and he was full of everything. After he traveled to the Daxing Dynasty, he wrote "Journey to the West" with the golden finger he came over, raising pigs, making cement, and making salt......

The first volume of "Journey to the West" has been printed in 50,000 copies, and the second volume has already begun to be printed, and Mr. Luo is choosing the opportunity to release it.

The income of pig breeding is slow, but the prospect is promising, with more than 200 pigs in the pen and 10 breeding pigs. They are walking silver.

Cement has been sent to buyers one after another, and orders are still increasing.

Although fine salt started a little later, it is undoubtedly the most in demand, after all, everyone in life cannot do without salt. He is not worried that the price of coarse salt will rise, so that it will increase the cost of fine salt production.

On the contrary, as fine salt becomes more popular, its price will fall further. Because fine salt will fully occupy the salt market, the only value of coarse salt is to provide raw materials for the production of fine salt.

The price of raw materials is no longer determined by the market, but by other parties.

That's what monopoly is all about.

In fact, in addition to raising pigs, he is willing to teach the world breeding techniques, cement, fine salt, he will seek to maintain a monopoly position.

"Brother-in-law, let me calculate for you, if you sell books, cement, and salt, the profits you will harvest in one year will exceed the income of the Fang family in ten years. The Fang family is already a big family, why do you say you make so much money! How do we spend it? ”

The bear child's brain circuit is strange, and he is worried about a lot of money.

Kong Fang glared at him fiercely.

"If you have money, you can cellar chickens every day, Lao Tzu eats one and loses three, can't you?"

"Do you dare?" Fang Shibo decisively despised it.

"Unless you're not afraid of being lifted again."

Kong Fang almost went berserk. It is said that beating people does not slap their faces, and exposing people does not expose their shortcomings, as if there are outsiders around them!

What the hell can we still get along?

Sure enough, Fang Shibo's words aroused Ximen Feixue's interest.

"Shibo, could it be that there is a story in it?" He was in high spirits. The sudden lump of saliva mercilessly extinguished his exuberant thirst for knowledge.

"There's your sister!"

Fang Shibo didn't give him face at all.

A gossip-loving bodyguard is definitely not a qualified bodyguard. He's young, but he's not confused. Ximen Feixue was bored with himself, so he smiled and skipped the embarrassment.

Kong Fang is still satisfied with Fang Shibo's performance, although he is a bear, but the bear has to be principled.

The monkeys hurried in.

"Master, it's not good, I sent out to find out that three of the brothers of the five murderers in Jiangbei died." When Kong Fang heard this, he instantly lost the leisure of appreciating the snow.

His eyebrows skipped wildly.

"How so? Where were they all found? ”

"Since I got the news that the five murderers of Jiangbei infiltrated Qingcheng, I have been trying every means to find their whereabouts, but they are not only masters, but also very cunning, and they have found nothing for many days."

"I even wondered if the message was wrong. But I didn't dare to be careless, and sent many people to search for it all the time. Three of them had not come to report as promised today, and I had a premonition that something was wrong, so I sent someone to look for them, but only three bodies were found. ”

"They died in such a terrible state that one of their heads was shattered; One had his limbs cut off and died of blood; One was highly poisonous and black and swollen. ”

"Judging from the cause of their deaths, they died at the hands of the big murderer Ke Congliang, the second murderer Han Donkey and the third murderer Bei Muren, the four tigers Wu Yinfa, and the five tigers Ruping did not show up for the time being."

Kong Fang shuddered, this ghost weather is really cold.

"Let's go and have a look."

The monkey stopped him, "Master, shouldn't you show your head as little as possible now?" Hurry home and don't stand at the door if you have nothing to do. ”

"The hidden weapons of the four murderers, within 100 meters, are not false, the master really needs to be careful."

It's okay if he doesn't persuade him, but his persuasion will arouse Kong Fang's temper, and he waved his hand, "Shibo, go and lead the horse, since ancient times, evil is invincible, Lao Tzu is dignified and knows the county, are you still afraid that the rivers and lakes will not succeed?" ”

Fang Shibo and Ximen Feixue are both newborn calves, and the big bosses are afraid, they are afraid of a hammer.

The monkey was so anxious that he stomped his feet, but his arms couldn't twist his thighs, so he could only secretly pray that the five murderers in Jiangbei were roasting in a cave at this time and never came out.

He hurriedly confessed a few words to the county yamen, and then followed them and showed them the way.

"Brother-in-law, isn't this the way to the pig farm?"

Although the snow is heavy and the sight is not good, it is not a problem to know the way.

Kong Fang felt inexplicably "Geden" in his heart, and he asked the monkey who led the way in front of him: "Whose hand did the brother in this direction die?" ”

"The second murderer Han donkey."

Kong Fang "Geden" again in his heart, "Poison that guy?" ”

"Exactly!"

"Brother-in-law, is he trying to poison our pigs?" Fang Shibo exclaimed.

Kong Fang glared at him dissatisfied.

Right now, your brother has just died, and you only care about the livestock and don't care about the deceased, right?

As a man, you can't be blindly honest and just follow your feelings. It is still necessary to wear a mask when it is time to put it on, after all, hypocrisy is sometimes a form of politeness.

The monkey was not as complicated as Kong Fang, and said: "Young master, please rest assured, the place where the accident happened is still two miles away from the pig farm, and I have already been to the pig farm, everything is fine there." ”

Look, that's talent.

Real talents, ability is important, but the most important thing is to be able to think before the boss in everything, and be able to quietly share the boss's worries.

Kong Fang is more and more fond of monkeys.