Bow to the Despotic Tyrant: "One hundred and fifty thousand strings of coins … Are you sure the streamer didn't say 'ten thousand'?"
Yilai Chengde: "Can anyone explain how much one hundred and fifty thousand strings of coins is? Ten fingers are not enough. "
So Tian Nian: "Hehehe, not to mention ten fingers, even if you count the hands and feet of your whole family, you still won't be able to calculate it."
Zhenshi Liugeng: "Let's put it this way. Different dynasties have different exchange rates between copper coins, silver coins, and gold. It fluctuates like foreign exchange. You won't understand even if I explain it in detail. To put it simply, one coin is equivalent to a thousand coins. One coin is equivalent to one dollar here, so one hundred and fifty thousand strings of coins … Can you guess how much money it is?
Traveling to ancient times with a glass vase at home and becoming a billionaire in an instant.
Are you afraid of such a huge profit?!
Selling a set of glass products for one hundred and fifty million.
Streamer, you're not just black-hearted, you're black-hearted from head to toe!
Jiang Pengji looked at their comments and added helplessly.
Host V: "I'm not that black-hearted. Converting it to here, it's at most seventy to eighty million."
Everyone: "…"
Dashen Mazi: "This is the first time I know that it's not black-hearted to set a price of seven or eight yuan at seventy to eighty million."
Slimming Failure: "Streamer, you're great."
Liu She steadied his heart to avoid being scared to death by his daughter. He looked at the glass tea set with a conflicted expression. After a while, he said, "If there's only one set in the world, it's not impossible to sell it for one hundred and fifty thousand strings of coins."
Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows and said, "It's definitely impossible to sell one set."
"That's why the price is set too high. 'Small profits but quick turnover' can benefit more nobles in the Northern Borderline. The price should be set at a level that they can accept, but they don't think it's cheap. " Liu She pondered for a while and his gaze turned to the glass tea set a few times. "I think five to twenty strings of coins should be enough. We need to make a few more types of these things, and the price can be increased or decreased according to the purity. If we want the sales to be good, we have to plan carefully and promote their origins. "
After hearing Jiang Pengji's whopping price of one hundred and fifty thousand strings of coins, the audience felt that the streamer's father was very kind.
Xianggu is the cutest: "Have my values been corrupted? Why do I feel that glassware is cheap?"
Tumi Dalao: To the one above, you are not alone.
Don't Hu Shuo Badao: "To the previous poster, there are more than two of you.
Jiang Pengji frowned as she looked at the rows of complaints.
"Isn't this price too low?"
Liu She said, "That's a good price. If you want a good horse, you'll have to lower the price."
The Northern Borderline was vast and rich in high-quality horses. They also kept a close eye on the various horse farms.
However, there would always be people who would take risks for the sake of profit. The horse that Liu She gave to Jiang Pengji was smuggled out. It was originally meant to be presented to the King of the Northern Borderline, but the officials under him intercepted it and sold it. The horse that they gave to the King was slightly inferior.
How could Liu She not know about this?
"Lanting, Ah Min often says that doing business is like fighting a war or ruling a country. There are many ways to do it. Once you master the rules, you can play with the entire market. " Liu She smiled. His wife was an expert in business. She was the one who had built up the businesses of the second branch of the Liu family. He had been with her for many years and had learned a little. "Leave this matter to me. You just have to wait for the money to come in."
Jiang Pengji naturally believed in Liu She. "Then I will control the number of kilns and strive for excellence."
Liu She nodded and added, "The rarer something is, the greater its value. No matter how good something is, once there are too many of them, it won't be considered good anymore. I will stay here for a few more days to make a few sets of good quality and bring them back. From then on, don't make this thing in the kiln for the time being. Keep a close eye on the people under you. If anyone secretly makes it or spreads the skill, kill them. Don't be soft-hearted. "
"I know. I have people who know how to make it. I know who leaked the secret. "
Jiang Pengji had a gentle smile on her face. The craftsman of the kiln could not help but feel his scalp go numb when he heard it.
The old man had experienced things like learning a skill, secretly opening a kiln to make it, and then smuggling and selling it for profit when he was young. After all, it was a business with no capital. Who would not do such a good thing? He was not afraid of not having profits, but he was afraid of not having the guts.
When he heard the conversation between the father and son, even he could not help but tremble … That was a few strings of coins. Who would not be tempted?
However, what she said next made him shrink his neck. No matter how much money he had, he had to be alive to spend it.
"Do a good job. When we make a lot of money, we won't forget your contributions." Jiang Pengji raised her hand and patted the shoulders of the craftsman. "If you do a good job, I will remove your grandchildren's status as craftsmen. In the future, when the county opens a school, give them a free place to study."
The current household registration system was a pain in the ass. The children of craftsmen could only be registered as craftsmen.
In terms of social status, although they were slightly higher than slaves, they were still lower than ordinary people.
It was impossible for a craftsman to remove their status as craftsmen without some miraculous encounters.
Not to mention that the lord had promised to give their children the opportunity to study. In this era, it was not easy to study, no matter how rich the family was.
The source of books was a big problem. How could they study without textbooks?
Jiang Pengji was born into an aristocratic family. Naturally, the craftsman did not doubt her.
The craftsman's eyes lit up. He said in a loud voice, "Rest assured, my lord. I will not let you down."
For the sake of the bright future of his descendants, for the sake of them becoming superior people, the craftsman of the brick kiln wished he could live here directly, keeping his eyes wide open to supervise everyone, managing every step well, and personally destroying all the glass waste.
"That's good."
Jiang Pengji asked the craftsman to take out the three sets of glass tea sets.
The best set would be given to Liu She. One would be used by herself, and the other would be kept in the government office of the county.
The next day, Qiguan Rang came to work with sleepy eyes.
When he opened the door, a strong golden light shone into the hall. The reflection made his eyes blur …
Tsk, what the hell was that?
He squinted his eyes and found a set of exquisite, colorful objects on the table inside.
All of a sudden, all the sleepy bugs flew away.
Qiguan Rang was so scared that he quickly retreated to the door. He looked around and murmured, "Could it be that I'm not awake yet?"
Qiguan Rang did not believe it. He took small steps toward the table. The beautiful objects had not disappeared.
He carefully reached out his hand and touched it. A cold sensation came from his fingertips.
They did not turn into bubbles?
"It's not a dream?"
His breathing became heavier. He stared at them with a serious expression.
"What's wrong, Wen Zheng?"
After a while, Feng Jin came in with a large pile of dusty bamboo slips. Qiguan Rang was already inside.
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