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Chapter 143 Mr. Xia, do you think it’s time to launch this new product?

The ancients were just ancient, they were not stupid. Now the popularity of ceramics has faded, and now we urgently need another hot-selling product to replace it and become the best-selling product of this year.

What else could it be? Glass!
In fact, glass has always existed, as early as the Shang and Zhou dynasties, but there was no high-purity transparent glass. Xia Lin was too lazy to do anything fancy with it, so he just used borosilicate glass.

If the glass products were launched hastily before, they could indeed have some sales for a period of time, but glass is glass after all, no matter how good it is, it is just glass. But since the ore from the grassland has been coming in continuously, this borosilicate glass can be seriously tossed around. What is the biggest feature of this thing? It can be used as a pot over an open flame.

There is a shortage of iron in the western regions of the grassland, and there are not even iron pots. However, salt and iron are strictly prohibited from export, so this thing will naturally sell well there. Moreover, this thing is beautiful and crystal clear. When making tea, you can avoid the fishy smell of iron and also see its color and shape. Therefore, it will not be bad in the Wei Dynasty.

Compared with using materials from corners and scraps to make some strange little jewelry to cheat girls out of their money, it is better to directly sell glassware to thousands of households.

They can imitate ceramics, and no matter whether they are good or not, they can just put them there at a low price. But they can't even imitate glass that can be burned in open flames. Bulk business will always make money, but taking side business can easily get you killed.

"Well, this glass pot is fine."

Xia Lin squatted on the ground and looked at the small glass pot that had just been made: "It's perfect for stewing a chicken."

The director of the glass factory next door squatted opposite him and said, "Sir, when can we start selling this? The accounts of this glass factory are not good... We have been losing money for the past few years, and it is too hard to bear. Sun Laowu from the clothing factory next door laughs at me every day... And the one from the textile factory, he doesn't even look at me since that wool blanket sold well."

Xia Lin gave him a glare and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? Things have to be produced slowly. Calculate the cost and see how much you can reduce it. Then you don't have to worry about selling it."

"Oh, all right! Then I will wait for good news from the adults."

Coal smoke was billowing from the chimney, and the sounds of labor could be heard one after another. Xia Lin came to the entrance of the factory and turned to the director of the glass factory and said, "When you have free time, let the workers think of ways to make something on their own. Pick out a few smart ones and hire someone who specializes in making new things. They don't have to do anything else but add something to the raw materials and see what interesting things they can make. Tell them that as long as they make something new and it's of good quality, they'll get a reward."

"understood."

"Yeah." Xia Lin patted the dust off his body and said, "There are many kinds of glass. It will depend on your level. You still want to lose? I'm afraid that you won't be able to take a few days off even if you cry and shout."

After leaving the glass factory, Xia Lin got on the carriage and went to the downstream chemical workshop. The unpleasant smell could be smelled from a long distance away. After he entered, he kicked the buttocks of the operator who was putting materials into a large pottery jar. He was furious and said, "You don't want to live anymore, right? I told you to wear a mask and a leather suit, but you dare to work for me shirtless?"

The operator was so frightened that his legs were shaking as he stood there. Xia Lin frowned and said, "Go, call your manager over here."

When the manager came over, Xia Lin was really rude and beat him up with a stick. Then all the people in the chemical workshop were called over and scolded.

After cursing, he was still angry. He beat up the manager in front of everyone and pointed at his nose and cursed: "You evil beast! If I see you being so careless again, I will not only fire you, but also throw you into the fucking acid pool and melt you into the damned hell! Is this a place to joke? Damn it, you son of a bitch, damn it!"

He could only sigh as he left. These idiots had low cultural literacy and could not understand the significance of those cumbersome and complicated rules and regulations. They just worked step by step according to the requirements. But Xia Lin could not bear to let them be burned through the flesh by white phosphorus and die of poisoning. This kind of place was really too dangerous. This was just refining phosphorus and sulfur and burning aluminum alum to refine sulfuric acid. It had not yet reached the stage of making ammonia and explosives. Otherwise, with their operation method, more than 80,000 people could be killed in a year...

Xia Lin walked to Tang's house with a lot of anger. Miss Tang happened to be feeding squirrels in the yard. Xia Lin walked over and sat next to her: "Don't feed it, feed me instead."

Miss Tang glanced at him and said, "What's wrong? You look worried."

"Oh, don't mention it. I was pissed off by those stupid workers. They really don't know how powerful I am until two of them die."

"That can't be helped. It's like this if you haven't read books." Miss Tang said, calling the maid: "Yingying, come and make tea for the master."

Xia Lin picked up the tea and drank it all, resting one arm on the ceramic table: "Do you know who is here?"

"I know, of course I don't know. The whole Fuliang knew about your beating of the gongs and drums yesterday."

"He's been in seclusion these days. I asked him to make a list of all the products he has over there for me." Miss Tang looked at Xia Lin in astonishment: "Can he do it?"

"Yes, you don't know BYD. He will do anything to get things done. If you had promised him in Yangzhou, do you believe he would give you to me in exchange for the formula?"

"I believe that these scholars are all like this." Miss Tang showed a hint of disdain at the corner of her mouth: "Dog scholars, dog scholars, unreliable dog scholars."

After that, Miss Tang looked at Xia Lin and asked, "What are you planning?"

"I don't have any plans. I just want him to help me do something. Commanding the opponent is the highest level of business war." Xia Lin yawned: "I'm going to take a shower and sleep for a while."

After saying that, he really stood up and walked towards the backyard, not caring at all whether this was the Tang Mansion or whether the backyard was Miss Tang's boudoir. Tang Baoer seemed to be used to it as well, and just told the maid, "Go get him some bath water." Then she continued to play with her little squirrel.

After Xia Lin finished washing, he lay down in the shade of the backyard, feeling the cool breeze. He used Tang Baoer's pillow, which smelled delicious...

Not long after, Miss Tang came over and handed him a bowl of sour syrup cold noodles, the authentic Luoyang flavor. Xia Lin brought it over and touched Tang Baoer's little hand: "Come and take a nap together."

"How can I be so lucky? Several local managers came this afternoon to discuss the grain issue. They have all heard about the drought near the Yellow River, and now everyone in Wei is mobilized. I think you are a strange person. You arranged this almost two years in advance. Tell me first how you plan to collect the grain."

"Don't worry now. According to Wei's laws, if the increase in grain prices does not exceed 50% of last year, it is not considered hoarding. Let others hoard now, and let the high-priced grain eat up their hot money first. When the famine comes and they are ready to sell, we will invest all the grain in batches to break down their prices. If you invest now, they will have a lot of spare money and you will eat it all up." Xia Lin said with a smile while slurping noodles, "But you can take this opportunity to invest a small batch of high-priced grain for them to eat and absorb their hot money. 30% of the inventory."

"Thirty percent?"

"Yes." Xia Lin nodded and said, "You invest 30% and I invest 30% too. Together, we have about 10 million kilograms of grain. At the current price, this grain can generate about 50% profit for us. When they have absorbed enough water, I will make them spit it out all at once."

Miss Tang nodded gently: "Are you planning to let them join in the disaster relief?"

"Can we really rely on the two of us? We can't save them all. This time, the conservative estimate is that there are more than one million victims and two or three hundred thousand refugees. The food we have is not enough. We still need the big families to give us some money."

Tang Baoer laughed loudly: "You are planning to accumulate great merit."

"Don't say that to me. I'm not a great and righteous person. I'm just a kind-hearted man who can't bear to see people starve to death." Xia Lin put the bowl aside and lazily lay on Tang Baoer's legs. "The nature of destiny is pure and good. Its spirit is bright and clear. This is the manifestation of its goodness. It is the essence of Mingde, and it is also the so-called conscience."

Tang Baoer sat there and gently stroked Xia Lin's hair, savoring his words carefully. What he said was quite interesting. When she looked at him again, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at, Sugar Baby?"

"No, I just find it funny. I always hate the nonsense of scholars, but you are quite interesting and your nonsense doesn't make people hate you."

"That's because I, the master, am lustful but not promiscuous, I like money but not greedy, I like wine but not addicted, I like power but not scheming. I said I want your body, but I really want to force it, Tang Baoer, what can you do? I've given you my money, what can you do?"

Miss Tang twisted Xia Lin's ear and said, "I will bite you off in one bite, and let you go to the palace to be Tian Daban's godson."

"Hahahaha..." Xia Lin hugged Tang Baoer's waist with his backhand and leaned close to her belly and took a deep breath: "It smells so good..."

"What a scoundrel." Tang Baoer patted his head gently: "Don't be so mean in front of outsiders."

"I'm not stupid." Xia Lin suddenly sat up. "No, I have to go and urge that idiot Ye Liangchen. It took him so long to write a plan. How did this loser become the top scholar? Damn it, he really needs to be urged."

(End of this chapter)