Farming at the beginning, I rely on business to counterattack and become a princess

Chapter 187 Retaliatory Consumption

Wen Xiang looked at it shaking its head, and couldn't help but want to complain: This guy is quite good at enjoying, why pretend to be innocent.

After everyone bought the aromatherapy and rubbed enough cat heads, they were finally satisfied and wanted to leave. Before leaving, Wen Xiang took out a business card from the counter and handed it to Pomegranate.

"This is Miss Wan'er's membership certificate, please pass it on to Miss Pomegranate."

Pomegranate took the business card with a puzzled expression:

This is a piece of ribbed cardboard that exudes the faint fragrance of daisies. The piece of paper is about four inches long, long and off-white, with the words "Mountains have trees, trees have branches, hearts please you, and you don't know" printed on the front.

On the back: "Zhang Wan'er" is written in large characters, with the seal of "Wen Xiang You Dao" stamped in the middle, and a cute and cute big fat cat is painted on the bottom.

"Wow!" Everyone exclaimed in unison.

The maids had never seen such a high-end gameplay, and were immediately attracted by this novel business card, and they all showed envious eyes:

At first I thought that the lady of Shiliu's family was a country bumpkin, but I didn't expect her style to be so high-class and play with incense so grandly, no, I must tell the lady immediately when I go back.

Shiliu's expression was very complicated, but in the end she thanked her and accepted it.

Tusun didn't know that before this, Wen Xiang had already asked Zhang Wan'er to endorse and advertise, and he thought that she had cleared the inventory with just a few words. To "kneel".

"Wen Xiang, you are amazing." Tusun said with excitement and admiration on his face.

"Haha, it's so-so." Wen Xiang was full of ambition, feeling that the fish in the pond were about to take the bait soon, and then fooled Tusun and said, "As long as you learn from me, you will become a master in the future, you know? ?”

"understood."

"After that, I'll tell you to go to the east, will you still go to the west?"

"Hey, I'll do whatever you tell me to do." Tusun smiled innocently.

"Okay, then hurry up and write. The characters I taught you yesterday must be recited today."

"Yes, I'll go right away." Tusun obediently ran into the counter, took out his brush and ink and began to practice calligraphy.

Now that the inventory is cleared, we have to hurry up to produce again. Tusun likes to work the most. As long as there is work to do, he will be happy and full of energy.

However, some people are happy while others are sad. Taoist Wuwei and Taoist Songxue don’t like to work, and they feel sad when they think of playing "18 years single" again. They can always find various reasons to avoid working .

"Oh, my hands are so tired, I need to rest."

"No, we have to do homework today."

"No, I have to go back to Changqing Temple today because of urgent matters."

"It still doesn't work. Someone asked us to do something today."

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This made Wen Xiang very unhappy.

On the morning of the fifth day when the Daoist brothers were avoiding work, she kicked open the door of the main room with her hands on her hips, startling the two who were stealing chicken legs in the room.

"What are you doing?"

"No, it's nothing, we're about to go out." Taoist Songxue quickly put his hands behind his back.

"Going out? Hehe." Wen Xiang sneered, "I'll leave my words here for now. Today, unless you step over my head, no one is going to go out."

"Cough, what nonsense are you talking about? It's not good to step over the head. We are going out to do business." Taoist Wuwei said righteously.

"Business? Your business is grinding spices, not wandering around."

"Hey, what you said is wrong. We are Taoists, and cultivating Taoism is our business." Taoist Songxue immediately expressed his dissatisfaction.

"Daoist Songxue, do you know? In the past few days, whenever I think of the stagnation of our aromatherapy production, I can't sleep all night and my energy is low. This brain is like a ball of paste."

Wen Xiang sighed pretentiously, "Oh, if things go on like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to remember the next part of the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng in my whole life."

As soon as he heard the words "Preface to Tengwang Pavilion", Taoist Songxue immediately stood up solemnly: "No problem, I will go to grind the spices right away." After speaking, he ran to the incense making workshop in the West Wing to help.

Taoist Wuwei and Wenxiang were left staring wide-eyed.

He wasn't angry either, so he just took out the chicken leg he had hidden and continued to chew on it: "No matter what you say, I won't go anyway. According to the original agreement, I don't need to do this job at all?"

"Yes, according to the agreement, you don't have to do these manual jobs."

Hearing that Wen Xiang admitted that he didn't need to work, Taoist Wuwei was very satisfied, and he ate chicken legs even more happily.

Wen Xiang changed the topic and said again: "However, we agreed at the beginning that you would be responsible for developing sales channels."

"I developed it. Didn't I develop the channel of Changqingguan?"

"Changqingguan's channel has only sold 60 boxes of incense so far, earning [-] taels."

"Li Xiancheng's indemnity should be kept for emergency use, it doesn't count."

"Let me calculate our expenses for you again, 45 taels for renting the shop, 20 taels for the decoration of the shop and repairs after being smashed, 12 taels for auxiliary tools for the incense burner, and 79 taels for the license. [-] taels."

Taoist Wuwei frowned the more he listened.

"It's not included here. The food and clothing of the few of us, as well as the production cost of aromatherapy, let me count it as 50 taels of silver."

"That is to say, after deducting the 60 taels from Changqing Guan, which is your channel, we still lose 69 taels. I say, you are very incompetent as a sales executive."

Wen Xiang's calculation made Daoist Wuwei dumbfounded: "Can you still calculate it like this?"

"Now you have two choices: one is to quickly open up sales channels and not come back until you get a new order; the other is to take out 69 taels of silver to fill the shortfall."

Taoist Wuwei swallowed the last bite of the chicken leg whole, then wiped his hands slowly with the sackcloth on the table, stood up suddenly and said, "I'd better go grind the spices."

After all, without looking at Wen Xiang's face, he also ran to the incense workshop in the West Wing.

Hehe, Wen Xiang smiled smugly in the back: Xiao Dian, fight with me, you are almost good at it.

In the west wing, Taoist Wuwei and Taoist Songxue became brothers and sisters again, each grinding spices.

Taoist Songxue originally thought that he was the only one who could not win against Wen Xiang, but he did not expect that his senior brother would not be able to win either. He was very happy and willing to make another blow to his senior brother: "Senior brother, why are you here? Didn't you say that you would never win?" Do you do this job?"

"Junior brother, if you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

On weekdays, whether it was fighting or bickering, Taoist Songxue was always on the wrong side of the game, and it was rare for him to win against his senior brother.

Seeing Taoist Wuwei slumped today, he was so relieved that he even wanted to sing a little song: "Oh, I'm so happy today."

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