Just when Shen Youchu was waiting for him to come up with an idea to stop those people from making him money.

Ning Wuxian lowered his head and continued to count the silver.

"It's okay to resell, which shows that the perfume has room for appreciation in their eyes, and it will only make the perfume more famous."

If a consumable can become an increase in value, its market value will become more stable.

If a consumption concept is formed, it will form a brand effect in a small way, and it will become a kind of trust relationship between consumers and the brand in a big way.

For consumers, it may increase the burden, but for perfume shops, it is absolutely harmless.

Just like issuing currency, anyway, the end of perfume production is in his own hands, as long as the brand image does not collapse, he makes perfume and counts money.

"Let them sell like this to increase the fame of the perfume? I see, I said Ning Gongzi, why don't you care. Shen Youchu didn't understand the twists and turns, and when he heard that he didn't care, he put his mind at ease.

Ji Jin next to him also breathed a sigh of relief.

She seemed to have something to say, but seeing Ning Wuxian counting the silver tickets seriously, she couldn't be disturbed, so she could only sit on the bench and silently recite the poems she heard in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion in her heart.

Over and over again.

But in her mind, it was no longer the same as before, most of the time what appeared was the handwriting of the original manuscript written by Ning Gongzi, and occasionally flashed Ning Gongzi's face.

It was clear that Ning Gongzi was in front of her, but her mind was always filled with pictures of Ning Gongzi writing poems and lyrics, and those poems floated around the picture and gradually became transparent.

Ji Jin stared at Ning Wuxian's side face, and her heart gradually panicked: she seemed to attach more importance to Ning Gongzi himself than to the poems he made!

"A total of 135,000 taels, and finally one tael is checked."

At this time, Ning Wuxian raised his head after counting the silver, and just met Ji Jin's eyes, which had been staring at her, and he was a little stunned.

He always felt that someone was staring at him with blazing eyes, and he thought it was Miss Shen who liked to stare at him with a nymphomaniac face, but he didn't expect it to be Ji Jin.

Ning Wuxian wiped the half of his face that was stared at with the back of his hand, and didn't wipe off the dirty things, so he had to ask Ji Jin: "Do I have something on my face?" ”

"Huh? No dirt...... Ah......" Ji Jin hurriedly stood up and explained crampedly: "I didn't mean to, I wanted to ......"

"I know, Miss Ji wants to ask me about the poems on the second floor, how can I make immersive poems from places I haven't been to, right?" Ning Wuxian had long been prepared for these professional problems.

Even when he faced Ji Jin, from his perception, to his imagination, to his literary attainments, Ji Jin firmly believed that he was a genius who could empathize with poetry just by listening to others say where he went.

Anyway, the poems are memorized, the words are written, and the couplets do not hide their true strength, and he will only feel that he is cheeky, not shameless, to make the most of his existing reputation.

Behold.

After he finished speaking, he saw that Ji Jin was still staring at his face, and he was puzzled.

Miss Ji, did she believe it or not?

"Ning Gongzi, you have fat powder mixed with sweat on your face, and I don't know which young lady rubbed it on your face when she bought perfume, why don't you go wash your face?" It was Shen Youchu who pretended to make a playful joke, breaking the somewhat awkward atmosphere between the two.

Ning Wuxian touched his cheeks that had indeed been sweated again, and he didn't go far, he carried a bucket of water next to the pool for washing flowers, and carefully washed his face and neck, and his brain, which was steamed by the heat, also woke up.

He looked towards Shen Ji and the others, and suddenly found that there were two more people in the backyard.

Zhou Jingxian sat under the peach blossom tree and did not move like a mountain, the leaves fell all over her shoulders, looking like she was about to be petrified.

She is obviously a great beauty who can make people amazing at a glance, and her long legs are even more unforgettable, but for some reason, she forgot when she came and why she stayed here for so long, and she didn't find out.

As for the other Cheng Yi Cheng brother...... Not far away, he got into the grass, teasing the big orange with fish bones, his sleeves were scratched off, and he was still muttering: "Hiss! You fat cat, you eat one of my small fry, why do you still scratch me? ”

"Brother Ning, have you finished counting the silver? I'm hungry! ”

Cheng Yi felt his gaze, threw away the fish in his hand, patted the dog's tail and grass seeds on his body and walked over.

Ning Wuxian smiled dumbly, and hurriedly found a box of silver tickets and silver to put away, and when he left the room, he easily moved a table of eight immortals and put it in the courtyard, and asked Yun Fei to get a chair over.

"Patronizing and counting money, I actually forgot to greet the guests, are we all hungry? If you don't dislike it, I'll cook it myself and make amends to you. Ning Wuxian's tone had a happy smile.

He sold it for 135,000 taels of silver in half a day.

Although the 2,000 bottles are completed in seven days, it is necessary to increase the cost of manpower, but in addition to all expenses, it can also make a net profit of 130,000 taels!

This amount is a lot of money that many ordinary people in Jinling City dare not think about in their lives.

Even the Zhuangzi and the shop in Ningfu combined, the income is only three thousand taels of silver a year, and the perfume business is a proper profiteering.

It is no wonder that the Ye family has jumped from an ordinary wealthy merchant to one of the three wealthy merchants in Jinling within two years with the business of the incense shop alone.

"Brother Ning, you made so much money today, you didn't invite us to the best restaurant in Jinling for a meal, but you actually want to cook it yourself?" Cheng Yi washed his hands with the bucket that Ning Wuxian washed his face, just when Ning Wuxiao thought that Cheng Yi was stingy.

Cheng Yi waited until the sound of the water calmed down, and then said: "It is worthy of Brother Ning, who I admire, your method of slamming the door has a fight with me, but if it were me, I might go to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion for a meal for nothing, and when the bustard came to get the perfume in the afternoon, didn't I invite you to eat when you were free, and by the way to enjoy the flying dance of the Oiran girl?" ”

Go to Xiaoxiang Pavilion for a meal?

Ning Wuxian felt that this idea was indeed good.

If you have money, you don't spend it, you don't lose it, and the dinner of a white prostitute is more fragrant than that of yourself.

Especially the Oiran of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, he has heard people mention it several times, but he has not seen it.

I have nothing to do and listen to music, so happy...... But when he saw the little faces of Shen Youchu and Ji Jin who all collapsed because of these words, he thought that the place in Xiaoxiang Pavilion was not suitable for the two girls to go, and he waved his hand sternly and refused: "Today's deadline for Anhou to charter the venue, let's talk about it another day." ”

"Alas......" Cheng Yiwei sighed when he couldn't get a hearty dinner.

Looking at Ning Wuxian, who did not have a trace of fireworks on his body and face, he expressed deep concern about whether he could have dinner here tonight: "Brother Ning, you cook yourself...... Will it work? ”

"Yes, Ning Gongzi, you are tired for a day, or go to eat elsewhere, if you think the teahouse wine shop is too noisy, it is better to go to the island in the middle of the lake to eat, what do you want to eat, I will let the cook cook it for you." Shen Youchu really wanted to see Ning Gongzi's cooking skills.

Don't say whether it's delicious or not, even if it's not cooked, as long as she doesn't have diarrhea, she can swallow it.

She was even more worried that Ning Gongzi's cooking skills were unfamiliar, and she had to worry about this meal.

Seeing that Shen Youchu was so caring, Ning Wuxiao couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cute little face.

The soft little face feels very good, and I always want people to pinch it a few more times.

"Ning Gongzi, why are you pinching me?"

When Ning Wuxian looked down and saw Shen Youchu blinking in confusion, he was shocked that this kind of behavior was not appropriate.

If you want to retract your hand, it seems to be too late.