Luo Liang had received Chen Yue's instructions, so naturally he didn't dare to say anything at this time. He finally squeezed through the crowd, took the storyteller and walked around the alley twice before returning to the Chen family's house. .
Chen Yue has been busy for a long time. At this time, he was sitting on the horse that Xian'er moved to rest. The storyteller came in. He had good eyesight and came to report to the house without waiting for Luo Liang's introduction.
"In a small place, I came to Hangzhou from Tokyo to ask for some food and tell stories in Zhuangyuan Tower."
Chen Yue stood up and met with him. Seeing that this man was thin and small, but his eyes were quite lively, he didn't understand why he came to see him, so he looked at Luo Liang doubtfully.
Luo Liang stepped forward and told everything about this morning. Chen Yue probably understood the purpose of his visit. He raised his hand and said with a smile, "It turns out to be Mr. Fang. I, Chen Yue, wrote this story in my spare time. I didn't expect that it would be noticed by Mr. Fang."
Storytelling was also called rap in ancient times. Each ethnic group had its own different forms of storytelling. When it flourished in the Song Dynasty, it didn¡¯t matter if you addressed it as sir, just like calling ordinary people ¡°officials¡± in the market.
Fang Di had to be open-minded when doing their job. Knowing that Chen Yue was a member of a wealthy family, he was not restrained. However, he was still surprised when he heard that the person in front of him was the talented man who had become famous recently. He quickly raised his hands and said : "I didn't expect it to be Mr. Chen. No wonder he could write such a fascinating story. I originally wanted to ask Mr. Chen to lend me the complete story book, but now I feel a little embarrassed to say it."
Chen Yue thought to himself that the story was indeed a good story, but it was hard to say whether the classical Chinese written by himself would be fascinating, but it would be better than relying on the storyteller to tell it. He turned around and asked Xian'er to write it before getting it. I prepared the part for Gong Fu in the afternoon without being pretentious. I handed it directly to Fang Di and said: "Sir, you praised me. I wrote it randomly. If you can read it, I will give it to you. It's just that I haven't finished writing the rest yet. I'll have time in a few days." I¡¯ll have someone deliver it to you again.¡±
Fang Di was overjoyed. Although a person of his status was called "Sir" outside, he was still a man of three religions and nine streams who relied on one mouth to make ends meet. This Chen Yue was born in a family of officials and was a newly rising talent. He could compete with He was always able to improve his status after establishing a relationship, so he thanked her hurriedly, and seeing that there was something else going on here, he knew that staying for a long time would inevitably make people annoying, so he said goodbye and left.
Chen Yue thought about it and asked Xian'er to get two bottles of toilet water. The wooden bottles were quite exquisitely made. There were "Wen Fu Ji" and more than one peony engraved logo on the bottle. It was not much bigger than a thumb and looked quite delicate. .
Chen Yue handed two bottles of floral dew to Fang Di and said, "This is the floral dew in the storybook. Mr. Fa might as well take it back and try it."
There are no high-tech media in this era, and not even many newspapers can reach scale. What comes out of the mouths of storytellers can easily affect public opinion. Of course, most people don't dare to say what is right or wrong about this dynasty, but Chen Yue's "advertising placement" doesn't have to worry about this issue at all.
Fang Di was not polite and took the two bottles of floral dew. His eyes looked a little surprised, but he couldn't open it in front of others to find out what was going on. He put the two bottles in his arms and said goodbye.
Gong Fu left in a hurry and came up to ask: "Master, how much do you want to ask for the price of the flower dew in the afternoon? There are at least thirty or forty bottles made here. I think it is no problem to sell it for two guan."
We have already planned to set a fixed price. Considering that we need to cultivate the market in the early stage, it is naturally impossible to raise the price too high at once. For now, it is only packed in wooden bottles. When the time comes, we will replace it with porcelain bottles and jade bottles, and then raise the price. It¡¯s not too late to go up.
"Well, when you go out, put up a sign and ask for four guan, and then discount the price by half, saying that you will only sell two guan a bottle in the first three days."
Gong Fu¡¯s expression froze, and even Luo Liang and Xian¡¯er next to him were stunned for a moment.
"Haha, Master, your joke seems to be true."
"Master, what time is it? I'm scared."
Chen Yue frowned and asked them with some confusion: "What's the joke?"
The three of them were stunned again, but it was Gong Fu who spoke first: "Two guanone bottledoes the young master take it seriously?"
"What else?"
"This the medicinal wine in Fuyunxuan in the city only costs 200 yuan. How can such a small bottle of toilet water be sold?" Just kidding, selling such a small bottle of toilet water twice is still only half the price for three days. , who has a lot of money and has nothing to spend on it? Gong Fu sighed inwardly, the young master was just trying to get money. He had just admired his methods in the past two days, but the confidence he had built up was shattered by this sentence.
Chen Yue waved his hand: "Just do as I say." He said no more. Rich people can spend a lot of money just to win a beauty. They don't care about the money at all. People with no money don't care about it no matter how cheap it is. I came to buy such a dispensable thing. I can¡¯t explain it to them now. They don¡¯t understand the psychology of the two classes at all.
Luo Liang and Gong Fu looked at each other and could see the disappointment in each other's eyes. They had been making things for so long these days. Even if they didn't know the formula, they could understand the approximate cost of these floral dews. Although they were both It may be the only one in the world that signed a contract with the young master not to reveal the flower dew, but selling a small bottle like this twice, what is the difference between this and robbing money? Fortunately, they didn't come here just to make money. As long as the young master could keep his promise and send their children to school, they didn't want to ask for anything else.
Xian'er also looked at Chen Yue with some worry. Seeing that he looked leisurely and lazy, and didn't seem to be worried about what happened in the afternoon at all, she gradually felt relieved. Since following the young master these days, it seems that he has never seen him eating. Unfortunately, she unknowingly had a trace of blind trust in him. "Maybe the young master has other motives," the little girl thought to herself.
"Oh, by the way, there are too few made now. At half price, we only sell ten bottles a day. If we sell more, we will suffer a loss." Chen Yue turned around and said casually.