Don't be too sweet

Chapter 1571 Pretending to be Mysterious ([-])
Chapter 1571 Pretending to be Mysterious ([-])

He Shanshan waved her hands with a serious face: "You are my husband's confidantes and friends, so it is different."

The other party clasped He Shanshan's fist again, turned and left after receiving Yang Jiu's signal, and also revealed the news that He Shanshan just said to everyone in the paper factory.

Everyone was very moved by this arrangement.

He Shanshan wondered, should I give them more wages?

When she was in Duofu Village, she told He Xiangqian and the others that they wanted to open a shop specializing in selling paper. Now that I think about it, it’s unnecessary. She can just sell the paper directly to the shops in the city, as long as there are two more sets of signing managers and review managers. .

This saved a lot of money, and she also thought about raising everyone's wages.

"Is six hundred papers a month too little?" He Shanshan asked hesitantly.

"It's quite a lot. Six hundred liters for finding a job in the city is already very high," Yang Jiu said.

"No, it's too little. I remember that the guards of the big families earn one or two dollars a month, right?"

"If you can't just give it directly, then... it will become a month-end assessment reward! As long as the paper is sold well, done well, and everyone is diligent, rewards ranging from [-] to [-] Wen will be given at the end of each month according to the situation. How?" He Shanshan proposed again.

These are all Yang Jiu's cronies, how can they be less than the guards in the nursing home?
Yang Jiu looked at He Shanshan and asked, "Then are you still making money?"

"Who said I don't make money? I still make money anyway," He Shanshan raised her eyebrows.

Yang Jiu added: "It's a matter of earning more and earning less."

He Shanshan spread her hands: "You know."

Yang Jiu also inspected the surroundings, so he simply hugged He Shanshan into his arms.

"I'm thinking that there are more than 1000 sheets of paper in this warehouse, right? Each large sheet is cut in half, divided into four sheets, and there are [-] sheets. Or... I will take it back to the academy for use?" He Shanshan looked at Yang Jiu in consultation.

Yang Jiu nodded.

On the market, the paper is planted into A4 paper half size, ten sheets per dozen, but He Shanshan is four A4 paper size per dozen, which is only larger than the paper on the market.

"These employees' money plus material costs are only [-] papers, how about it?" He Shanshan asked again.

In fact, she was also a little apprehensive. This price is cheaper than the market, but ten small sheets have become four large sheets. Maybe others think that there are too few.

After all, there are those stupid people who look at the number of sheets, regardless of the size of the paper.

"Reasonable," Yang Jiu affirmed.

She understood what his husband meant, if other people have other opinions, just ignore them.

Besides, their paper is strong, absorbent, and smooth. It is difficult to find better paper than their paper on the market.

"How did you think of increasing the process?" He Shanshan stared at Yang Jiu curiously with wide eyes.

If the paper is so smooth, neat and strong, it is also thanks to Yang Jiuxiang's method.

"The enlightenment you gave," Yang Jiu looked at He Shanshan.

He Shanshan thought carefully, and didn't feel that she had given any inspiration.

Yang Jiu smiled mysteriously and stopped talking.

He Shanshan tilted her head and guessed for a while, and couldn't help giving Yang Jiu a sideways glance.

The same thing happened with the red envelope when Uncle Bao got married last time. He didn't say what was written in it, and the other party didn't say anything about it. She still doesn't know about it!
This time too, and pretending to be mysterious, hum, if you don't tell her, she won't ask, you know, anyway, as long as you know that he won't hurt her, wouldn't it be fine?

In fact, a certain person wants to seek welfare, but how can a certain woman not understand the style?
After planting the simple paper, He Shanshan and Yang Jiu no longer rode horses, but drove a carriage back to Duofu Village with four boxes of paper.

(End of this chapter)