The Wang family was indeed bitten, and it was so painful that they did not know how to deal with it.
Under Moton's unexpected advertising campaign, the Wang Family's Yun City fine salt was losing ground bit by bit. They had already lost half of the Chang 'an City market in half a month, and were still losing the market at a terrifying speed, even losing their reputation.
If it went on like this, it would not be long before the Yuncheng fine salt was completely defeated by the Mo family's snow salt. Chang 'an was the most prosperous and wealthy place in the Tang dynasty, and the annual fine salt would bring the Wang family astronomical profits. If they lost the market in Chang' an, the Wang family's loss would be immeasurable.
"Trash, what a piece of trash!"
In the Wang family's manor, Wang Zhe roared in anger.
"Young master, please forgive me!"
The manager of the salt house, Wang Dong, knelt in front of Wang Zhe and begged for mercy. He knew Wang Zhe's temper. When he was angry, he would not listen to anyone's explanation. If he tried to explain, he might end up worse.
"The Yuncheng fine salt of the Wang family has been popular in Chang 'an for hundreds of years. All the rich people in Chang' an eat our fine salt, but now it has been in my hands for half a month, and we have lost half of the market. If you want me to forgive you, how can I explain it to the head of the Wang family? "Wang Zhe said coldly.
"I, …" Wang Dong suddenly did not know what to say.
He could not say that if Wang Zhe had not insisted on cutting off the Mo family's fine salt, the Mo family's snow salt would not have seized the fine salt in Yun City. As a servant, he could only take the blame if something happened.
Wang Ningcheng, the manager of the Sun Yangzhen Salt House, also felt sorry for Wang Dong. Besides, the salt house and the Sun Yangzhen Salt House had a close relationship, so he could not just sit and watch Wang Dong suffer. He had to bite the bullet and stand up. "Young master, the quality of the Mo family's snow salt is not much better than ours. It is just that the Mo family's snow salt is whiter and more pleasing in appearance. Plus, Mo Jiazi's half poem caused a sensation. As long as we operate well in the future, we will be able to recover most of the market. After all, the people in Chang 'an have eaten our fine salt for many years, so how can we give it up so easily?"
In fact, Wang Ningcheng knew that even if they took back some of the market, it would be difficult to return to the situation where the Taiyuan Wang family dominated the market. With the option of the Mo Family's salt, the major restaurants would have the confidence to negotiate with the Wang Family. They would not be extorted by the Wang Family at high prices like before. The high profits of the past would probably be gone forever.
In terms of appearance, Yun City's fine salt was slightly bluish. Of course, it was much better than the coarse salt. When the Mohist's snow salt was brought out, it was completely superior to Yun City's fine salt in terms of appearance and taste.
Your Wang Family's fine salt is not as good as the Mo Family's snow salt, and the price is still so high. If you still sell it at such a high price, then don't blame us for ignoring our many years of friendship.
"Yes, yes, Young Master. After a while, the people of Chang 'an City will remember the benefits of fine salt from Yun City. Moreover, the output of fine salt from Yun City has not decreased. In fact, it has increased slightly!" Wang Dong hurriedly tried to save himself.
The reason why the demand for fine salt in Yuncheng did not drop was that the popularity of stir-frying had greatly increased the overall demand for fine salt. In addition, Wang Dong had saved himself in advance. Taking advantage of their previous friendship, he had sold a large amount of fine salt during this period of time. That was how the situation was maintained in the short term. But it was an established fact that Yun City's fine salt was weak in Chang 'an.
Wang Zhe also knew how popular Mo Jiazi's two poems were in Chang 'an. It was to the extent that everyone participated in it. Wang Zhe hated Mo Jiazi's behavior from the bottom of his heart.
Last time, "Horse Talk" made him lose 500 horses. This time, Mo Jiazi's half poem made Yun City's fine salt lose half of the market in Chang 'an.
Isn't he just a little talented? Is it worth it?
Wang Zhe's expression softened. Since the salt output did not go down, it meant that the overall profit was not much different. He still had room to explain to his family in Taiyuan.
"But we can't let the Mo family's fine salt continue. We have to find a way to stop it!" Wang Zhe said sternly.
"Yes, young master! After I go back, I will immediately contact our old customers and take some promotional measures. We will definitely take back the market! "Wang Dong quickly promised.
"How's the business in Sun Yangzheng's restaurant?" Wang Zhe suddenly pointed at Wang Ningcheng.
Wang Ningcheng panicked and said, "Young master, since Sun Yangzheng's restaurant had the help of the Gongshu family to make disposable chopsticks and disinfectant bowls, the number of customers has gradually recovered! But many customers asked for cooking, but due to the lack of an iron pot, they could not make it. So the business was affected. "
With disposable chopsticks and disinfectant bowls, the business in Sun Yangzheng's restaurant recovered, but it was not as good as Wang Ningcheng said. In fact, all the big restaurants and restaurants had introduced cooking, and only Sun Yangzheng's restaurant was still resisting. It was inevitable that the business would decline.
Originally, Wang Ningcheng also wanted to secretly buy a few Mo family's cooking pots and put them in the kitchen. But who knew that every Mo family's cooking pot had the Mo family's logo on it. Wang Zhe, who wanted to save face, angrily refused to let anything with the Mo family's logo into the Wang family's territory. He was determined not to use the Mo family's cooking pot, which led to the current situation in Sun Yangzheng's restaurant.
This time, Wang Zhe also knew that it was his fault. If it were not for his face, Sun Yangzheng's restaurant would not be affected.
"You don't have to worry about the iron pot. I have already arranged for the Gongshu family to take care of it!" Thinking of the Gongshu family's reputation in Chang 'an City, Wang Zhe was suddenly full of confidence.
"Young master, Mr. Gongshu is here!" Manager Wang of the Horse Line came in and reported excitedly. The Mr. Gongshu he mentioned was, of course, the family head of the Gongshu family, Gongshu Hong.
"Wang Zhi!" Manager Wang Dong of the Salt Line and Manager Wang Ningcheng of the Sun Yangzheng's restaurant looked at Manager Wang, who was intoxicated with success, and could not help but gnash their teeth.
If it were not for this villain who offended Mo Jiazi at the beginning and sowed discord in front of the young master and repeatedly had conflicts with Mo Jiazi, they would not be in such a predicament.
However, Wang Zhi was the young master's favorite at this time, and he also had the credit of inviting the Gongshu family. The two of them had indeed been disgraced in front of the young master. Now, they could only swallow their anger.
"Mr. Gongshu is here! Quickly invite him in! "Wang Zhe's face lit up and said repeatedly.
The reason why he had the courage to confront the Mo family and would rather suffer losses than to use the Mo family's products was not only because of his own face, but also because of his confidence in the Gongshu family. After all, the Gongshu family was an existence that could compete with the Mo family in the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought, so they naturally had their own unique skills.
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