A 16-year-old boy, who has never done anything other than studying since childhood, just returned to the city from Shangougou, and can't even read the account... When I meet such an owner, should I cheat him, cheat him, or cheat him?
The three stewards made up their minds without much thought.
Cui Dachang, the shopkeeper of the Nanhuo Store, was the most pragmatic. He took a step forward and stood in front of Cui Xie. Fresh fragrant sweets, tea and flowers, abalone, ham and bacon, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar... If there is no cash turnover, there will be no fresh goods for sale. There are also delivery boats, carts and horses still waiting for us Paying for silver, those are absolutely not in arrears.”
He also tried hard to squeeze out a few tears, and looked at Cui Xie with turbid old eyes: "It's not that this old slave doesn't want to think about the difficulties at home, but he is really powerless, and he has to ask the son for some money with his old face. It has been maintained for this year. Next year, you will be able to lose less, and you will be able to make money in a year or two. At that time, it is possible to earn two or three hundred silver a year."
Cui Xie silently gave him a negative score—the cry was too fake, the speed of tears was too slow, he couldn't cry, he didn't know how to prepare props in advance, and he was not dedicated at all.
It is far worse than his expressionist who seriously designs the scene and shapes the characters.
He asked lightly, "How much money does the turnover cost?"
A hint of shrewdness flashed in Cui Dachang's eyes, wiping the corners of his eyes and said, "Old slave knows that the family is difficult, so I don't dare to ask for more, as long as the young master can collect two hundred taels. Only new ones are easy to sell; you need to charter the ship's silver and the sharp silver along the way; as well as the monthly money for the shop clerk, and the silver for the government and banknotes..."
Cui Xie shook his head: "It's too much, it really won't work..."
Cui Dachang was in a hurry to ask for money, and he didn't care about pretending to cry and complain, and he leaned in front of him and said like a cannonball: "Young master, don't just listen to the amount of money and don't want to give it up. It must be known that this money also has a source and a destination. It's a business. If we don't come up with the best products from our bank, who will buy them?"
Cui Liangdong also persuaded him, "This Nanhuo store is only temporarily incapable of turnover. Usually, when business is good, it can earn four or five hundred dollars a year!"
Cui Xie smiled and said, "When the business is good, the account will be four or five hundred, and when the business is bad, it will be 200. Then why don't I close him and rent out the shop? My old yard in Qian'an can still pay one hundred taels. Well, this place in the capital has a pavilion, so you have to rent it for two to three hundred years, right?"
This poor boy!
The shop of this southern goods store earns more than four or five hundred taels a year! Even when the master and Mrs. Xu were in charge, the shopkeepers and accountants there also made a lot of money. He was just trying to take advantage of the young master's ignorance. Who knew that the young master could be so ignorant, even The shop is out of business!
This time, he was really angry from the bottom of his heart, so he almost rushed up to press Cui Xie and shook it, and raised his voice and shouted: "There are still hundreds of silver goods in the shop, if you want to rent the shop out, these But it's all in vain. Young Master, think twice!"
The young master said impatiently: "I think the goods are few. You are the one who is worthless, and you are the one who says it is valuable. Which one should I listen to you? I don't think you have a good idea. You don't look like a shopkeeper."
Cui Dachang's eyes were round, and he opened his mouth to refute.
Cui Xie glanced at him, picked up the account book of the satin shop, and beckoned to the shopkeeper Cui Jinzhi: "Tell me, is this satin shop good for making money?"
Cui Jinzhi absorbed the lessons of his predecessors, and said calmly, "Although we won't be able to make a lot of money for a while, we can still sell the stock for a while. The money we make will be taken to the south next month for some light materials such as silk yarn and silk. A few hands of the store can help you relax, but if you want to make money, I'm afraid it will be the end of the year. Not to mention the sales in the store, don't you have to change clothes for four seasons in the house?"
Cui Xie's expression was light, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he asked Cui Ting, the shopkeeper of Zhifen Shop, "How about your shop? Will you lose money?"
Cui Ting waited for him to ask this question for a long time, and then he hurriedly squeezed out a smile on his face and said: "No compensation, no compensation! Not only do you not need to pay a penny from the family, but you can't delay the old lady and the second lady, It's like the ladies use fat powder to make silk flowers!"
He Xiaoyier looked at Cui Xie's expression, and boasted vigorously: "The lead powder in our shop is all imported from Guilin, and it is a good lead cream refined by real monks..."
Cui Xie smiled slightly. He felt that he was talking about the young master's heart, and after praising the lead powder, he praised the rouge, saying that the mouth fat in the store was really a combination of insect white and wax.
Cui Xie pressed the button in the air, told him to stop for a while, and called Cui Liangdong over to say: "The three shopkeepers are all right, but I'm usually not a director, so I can't hear anything just from what you guys say. It's up to you to be responsible for-
"I don't have money at home, and I can't support three stores that don't make money. I plan to sell one for living money. Whether there are two remaining, it depends on the future: whichever is better, I will merge all the staff into which one, and do my best. If you are poor, you can simply rent it out to get a stable rent for a few years, and then look back to see if there are any suitable deals.”
Cui Dachang had an intuition that he was going to sell his own shop, his face was a little grim for a while, he secretly clenched his fists, looked at Cui Xie and said, "The eldest son is still young, and he doesn't understand some things. Where can people like us be? Selling the property? Once you start this, the shopkeeper and the guys below will both lose their hearts. Which one is better for you! Besides, the eldest son is still young, you are not alone in this family... "
Cui Xie nodded: "I don't own this store alone, and I won't come to a conclusion after listening to you. I just said it, the five-year plan. You make a copy for each store, and you need to be detailed. One point, I will show it to the old man, the old lady, the second sister, the third brother, and the aunts at home, and everyone agrees to stay."
He saw that those few people were stunned, so he simply asked the little servant Songyan to bring pen and ink and draft paper, and wrote down the name of the store, building condition, address, inventory, number of employees, daily passenger flow, and store year for them. Income, loan status, payment for goods, employee salaries, accidental wear and tear... and other items, ask them to go back and fill in the figures according to the form, and then predict the business situation in the next five years according to this.
The three shopkeepers grimaced and said, "How can this be done accurately? No one knows what it will look like in five years. If the little people do more and do less, and the income will be different, we can't bear it. take this responsibility."
Cui Xie said: "What will happen in the future is the future. Now I only want you to write a plan, but if you refuse to write it, then you have no heart to do things. Just go to the store and pick a few people who are willing to make plans to take over. …”
do not!
The shopkeeper of the rouge and satin shop said repeatedly: "Don't worry, young master, we will do it! We will do it!"
Cui Dachang from the Nanhuo Store wanted to struggle a bit, and gritted his teeth and said to Cui Xie, "The eldest son just thinks that the Nanhuo shop is slow to return the money. But those two shops also rely on the Nanhuo shop's manpower and boats to carry them back and forth. If the eldest son just wants to save money and is not willing to invest on the road, he can only sell some old goods in Beijing, and he will not make much money!"
Cui Xie said, "I'm busy with my studies, so I can't go to the store to see it. Tomorrow you can bring me a few samples of each of the top-quality goods in the store, and I'll check the quality."
After saying that, he turned his eyes and swept to the chief steward, and indifferently instructed: "The shopkeeper Cui Dachang can't make a schedule. You can find someone to do it for him. The number that should be filled in should be counted by the people in the store. In the next five years, the The numbers are calculated according to the previous calculations, and the writing should be clear and simple, and everyone in the family should read them.”
When they write their graduation thesis, they write it all by themselves, and they have to go to CNKI to check the duplication. Who dares to say that I am not happy and stop writing it? He has drawn up so many key points in this schedule, and what he still refuses to do is a matter of work attitude!
The chief steward saw the hope of intervening in the store, and regardless of the ugly face of Cui Dachang, he said with a smile: "Young master, don't worry, the villain will stare at them to handle this matter, and it will definitely be done properly."
Cui Xie nodded: "Don't be in a hurry, ask everyone in the store to help you get a little bit, and you can get it in ten days."
After arranging the asset appraisal task, he sent out the steward, the shopkeeper, and the servant, and he spread paper and painting in the small study.
He had already written several drafts in the past few days when he entered Beijing, but he was afraid that Cui Ju would find out about it and find trouble for him, so he never started writing. Hao Kongyi waited until the old man went to Yunnan to take office, and he didn't want to delay any longer, so he took out drawing paper that was the same size as "Six Talents and Three Kingdoms", first used a boundary ruler to frame the picture, and pulled out the perspective of the background. Line, arrange furniture layout according to perspective relationship, first draw Zhou Lang vomiting blood.
He had drawn this picture countless times in his mind, and when he actually started it, every stroke was done in one go, and the lines did not need to be modified. Zhou Yu's sad and unwilling expression when he vomited blood and Xiao Qiao's affectionate gaze were all unfolded under his pen. He modified the composition and made Xiao Qiao stand by Zhou Yu's side and reached out to support each other. In order to express Zhou Yu's dying feeling of powerlessness.
This kind of color printing painting is easy to color, and it is a flat coating layer by layer. Since he was not in Qian'an, he could no longer wait for the printing samples to come out and tell the workers how to adjust the color. He took another piece of paper and ticked out the coloring module, and marked the colors in slices and layers, indicating whether the printing effect should be softer or firmer. some.
It took nearly twice as much effort than usual to make such a picture. However, if the craftsman can print the paintings that meet his requirements, without having to send people from Qian'an to send samples for color correction, it will save a lot of time.
In fact, the best way is to directly move the bookstore to Beijing, but the artisans used in the study are all locals in Qian'an, so I'm afraid they don't want to move.
What he hopes more now is to hold in his hand the north-south commercial road that the Cui family has opened up, and to recruit skilled craftsmen from the south to buy suitable engraving plates and build the flagship store of Ju'anzhai in Beijing. At that time, the three study houses in Beijing, Tongzhou and Qian'an will be strung together, which will not only facilitate the transportation of goods, but also exchange engravings and increase the printing speed.
In the future, more books will be printed, and we will be able to sell color-printed books to the south through this well-known and safe trade route. On the return journey, we will bring a few boats of new books from the south...
The cool night wind blew from the window, cooling his mind - the day after tomorrow is a holiday, Xiao Cui Qi should come to Guozijian to see him, or it's useless to think less and draw two more manuscripts to bring to him. Go ahead.
So he used the light to type again the line draft of Wolong Hanging Filial Piety, and then got up and painted it when it was not bright every day. Fortunately, the mourning hall was all dressed in plain white, with simple colors, and even the ribbons were divided, and it was over in more than an hour.
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This was the day when Cui Xie officially went to school, and he was in time for the doctoral lecture. He didn't dare to be late, so he rode out half an hour early, ran across the streets of Beijing at the speed of a bicycle, and sat in the lecture hall with a cup of tea ahead of schedule.
The morning lecture was presided over by Ye Fei, the director of the Imperial State Supervisor, and it was about chapters and sentences from "Mencius: Li Lou".
Fei Siye was only a few years older than Mr. Lin, but he was born in Huiyuan. He was proficient in knowledge, and his teaching level was significantly higher than Mr. Lin's. When he lectures, he does not just follow the scriptures of Song Confucian scriptures, but draws extensive quotations from the scriptures and history. Every word and sentence has its origin. After listening to it, it makes people feel that they have such a wealth of knowledge.
Cui Xie took a stick of homemade charcoal and took notes while listening, wishing he could copy what he said word for word. It's a pity that there is no PPT and no blackboard in this era. Otherwise, the teacher will write on the board, and they will copy it below. Wouldn't it save a lot of effort
In the future, he will be the national son's sacrificial wine, and he will definitely order to install blackboards in all the lecture halls and study rooms of the national son prison!
He swears secretly in his heart, and the words are written more and more quickly, and the meaning of the scriptures that he can memorize only writes the first and last words to represent one sentence. When he remembered the words he hadn't learned, he wished he could change it to a horizontal layout to speed up, but a few students sitting next to him were already looking at him, and even the Siye looked at him, and he didn't. Dare to be too special, you can only write honestly.
Fei Siye talked non-stop for a whole morning, but he didn't even have a lesson plan. Everything was stored in his mind. No matter how remote the historical materials were, he spoke freely, and there was no time for stagnation and thinking. By the end of this big class, he didn't show any signs of fatigue on his face.
Naturally, the students did not dare to leave, so they all stood up to see him away, with only one younger student walking behind him.
Cui Xie quietly mixed in with the crowd to see him off, but he didn't want Si Ye to walk beside him and suddenly stopped. He picked up his notebook and pen, took a look, and asked, "That's what you remembered just now? Transcribe, did you delay listening to what I said?"
Taking notes in class is a good habit for every Chinese student. Otherwise, what will you take to memorize before the exam
He copied it like this in Mr. Lin's place before, and Mr. Lin didn't correct it, so he just followed his habit, but he didn't want Fei Siye to be unhappy about it.
He has always been honest in front of the teacher, lowered his head and explained, "The students' foundation is not good. When Siye talks about something they don't know, I want to write it down and go back and check it slowly. If I don't write it down, I'm afraid I'll forget it later."
Fei Siye didn't look like he really wanted to blame him. He flipped through a few pages of notes and nodded: "If you know your own deficiencies, it's good to be motivated and learn. It's just that you remember so carefully, I'm afraid that you will only concentrate on copying, and some should be listened to. , What should be thought about has been missed, and the original meaning of speaking has been lost."
Choi Xie replied in a continuous voice.
Fei Yan put down the notes and said gently: "If there is something you don't understand, you can ask the teaching assistant of this church, or I can come to find me when I am, don't be cautious. Books that you don't have at home can be borrowed from the Yilun Church. If you have the heart to learn, you should read a few more books, and don’t let your age down.”
He tossed his sleeves and left. The younger student behind him stopped to look at Cui Xie, but he didn't say anything. He just bowed his hands to him, hurriedly caught up with Fei Yue, and left the lecture hall.