Since entering the Imperial College, Cui Xie has not returned home while the sun is still high in the sky. Arriving home so early today, the Cui family felt strange, worried whether he was ill or if there was an accident in school, and asked the husband to send it back.
The master and the wife are no longer there. If he falls again, who will this family rely on
The chief steward Cui Liangdong heard that he came back and followed up with the small courtyard, rushing to change his clothes, looking at his expression, and asked in a low voice, "What happened to the eldest son? Are you home?"
Cui Xie was fine at first, but when he mentioned it, he remembered it. He took a sip of tea and looked at the smoke circulating above the cup and said, "It's not a problem, has the five-year plan that I explained to the three shopkeepers been made? It’s been two days since it expired, and no one has sent it to me.”
Cui Liangdong felt bitter in his heart, and secretly regretted the extra words, which made him think of something about the five-year plan. They also do business with the help of God, who has made such a long-term plan? Who knows whether it will be wind or rain next year, whether the price of everything will increase in the origin, and whether new customs will be added to the river... It sounds bad, who knows when the emperor will die.
The shops of the Cui family all pointed to the south to buy goods and sell them. If they turned over a shipment on the road, they could lose the bottom line. How could they guarantee that they would be stronger every year.
This young master still has to look at the plan written on the paper to close the shop. Isn't this forcing people to fake it? What's the use of writing beautifully, but it may not be able to get the money back...
He murmured inwardly, but he didn't dare to be unhappy when he agreed. He forced a smile and said, "The planners of the Nanhuo Store are all watching them and they've done it. I think it should be fine if you come to those two stores. This calls them to explain the plan to the son."
Cui Xie put on the Yanju clothes given by Xie Qianhu, got up and said, "You don't need to take it to my yard, ask the shopkeeper and the accountant to send me to the upper room, and I will watch it with my grandfather, grandmother and younger siblings. Go to the rouge shop and ask little brother Cui Qi to come back and ask him to fetch the questionnaire I want. You bring the three shopkeepers to the upper room together, and I am a person who loves to have something to say, so as not to worry Some people are dissatisfied, and there are some untrue rumors behind it."
Although he is the actual ruler of the Cui House, he is not easy to talk about.
But what is the result of this democracy, he already knows.
Cui Liangdong was just thinking that he didn't know the world, when he suddenly heard the words "behind the rumors", and saw a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, he felt that he was beating himself with these words, his old face was slightly hot, and he continued: "Master What are you talking about? How can we in the Cui family have such a rude servant who dares to talk about the master behind his back? If there is such a person, I, Cui Liangdong, will beat him to death first!"
Cui Xie smiled, waved at him, and went out first: "Go wherever you want, I'll wait for you in the upper court."
The upper house was already full at this time.
Because he came back too early, the concubines in the backyard were worried that there was something wrong with him as a pillar, and they didn't have enough identity to come to see him, so they asked the two who raised children to go to the upper room to check the news on the grounds of greeting. .
As soon as Cui Xie entered the door, several pairs of eyes stared at him, and the burning eyes almost burned through his face.
Despite these concerns, he went up to greet his grandparents first, and said that he would call the stewards to report on the plan later. The group of people who came to greet him heard that he had no problems with his health and studies, and only came back early to ask about the store, and they were relieved. The two little children were also brought by their biological mother, and they got up one after another to greet him.
The old lady asked someone to bring him some snacks. She smiled and said, "You can make it yourself. We don't understand this. What's the use of hearing it."
Cui Xie said: "I'm still young, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to think clearly about some things, and I'll lose money and cause my family to suffer with me. I'll ask Sister Yun and Brother He to listen to them later. Although they are young, they should know. Know what's at home."
The two children still didn't understand the use of this, but their mother knew that this was the elder brother who wanted to lift up his younger siblings, and they might have to share some of their money in the future, and they were all overjoyed.
The old lady gave them a sideways glance and said to Cui Xie, "Don't get used to them, how old are other people's children asking about the shop outside? It's useless for the two of us to listen, and your grandfather doesn't get up when he gets up. It's convenient, put two more children, and the stewards have no place to sit when they come."
Relying on the birth of a son, Mrs Wu added with confidence, "Our brother and I are from concubines, and we don't want to be successful in the future. It's good to be able to take care of the family business for the eldest brother. Let him listen to him from a young age and grow up. When you are older, you can understand the market well.”
Cui Xie didn't even look at her, and said lightly, "He studied with her husband, and will go to school in the future, so what kind of family business does he have? I tell him to listen to this, which is to gain insight, so that he does not understand anything in the future. It's easy to be deceived when you go out."
Brother and brother are still far behind. Sister Yun is already twelve years old. She should be ready to get married in this evil feudal society. It is not harmful to listen to the economic problems of the shop.
Cui Xie had planned this matter before he came, and arranged: "Isn't the wheelchair ready? Grandfather sits in the wheelchair and can stay at the door and listen. Let's hang a breathable tulle curtain on the door. Pull up the screen and ask the stewards to say outside, our family is listening in the house, and if we don't want to listen, we can rest for a while."
The grandfather snorted twice, the old lady leaned beside his face and listened for a while, got up and told the foster mother to go out and ask someone to lift the wheelchair and pull the screen, and sent the two concubines away, laying soft cotton pads and mattresses on the wheelchair.
This wheelchair is not the same as the modern one: the shape of the chair is the same as that of the reclining chair, wide and long, the back of the chair is slanted backward, and the chair surface is connected to form a smooth and excessively wide arc. Fully supported by the back of the chair, a patient with muscle weakness like Mrs. Cui is also very comfortable to sit.
The wheels of the wheelchair are installed at the rear, and two downwardly bent wooden poles extend from both sides of the front edge to support the ground. Pushing a wheelchair is a bit like pushing a wheelbarrow. First, press the handle on the back of the chair down, push it to a suitable position, and let go, and the chair will stand firmly in place.
Cui Xie watched them play with the mechanism, removed the armrests, and then told them all to step back and hug him. He was a martial artist, and he was much more powerful than the wife in this room. He put the old man's hands on his chest, bent his knees, put one hand on his shoulders, the other on his knees, and attached the quilt on his body. Easily pick people up and put them in a wheelchair.
The old man snorted a few times in surprise, and the old lady hurriedly translated for him, asking why Cui Xie worked so hard.
Cui Xie helped the old man to level his hands and feet, put a cushion on the back of his neck, tucked the quilt and said, "I met the son of the local commander in Qian'an, and their father and son allowed me to learn some marksmanship in the military camp, and I grew stronger."
The old lady looked slightly gloomy and sighed: "You still have the blood of the old Liu family on your body, and you have a fate with the warriors..."
Cui Xie straightened up and said with a smile, "Perhaps. I'm glad that I have the strength to hold my grandfather now and make him suffer less."
The old lady said with an "Ai": "It's good to learn martial arts, keep fit, otherwise you will easily get sick if you study so hard. Just don't be too tired to learn martial arts, and those with spears and swords should practice less, and don't compact your muscles and bones. , I won't grow taller in the future."
… No way!
No, it must be superstition! It's pseudoscience!
The little brother who taught him marksmanship was half a head taller than him!
Cui Xie didn't want to think about it, so he went out and instructed the people to pull up the screen, hang the tulle curtain, and hook the heavy partition curtain to the golden hooks on both sides of the door. While arranging the decorations, I asked someone to take a stack of mulberry paper, mixed with ink and paint, and waited for a few shopkeepers and Cui Qi to come and report on the work.
The three shopkeepers and the accountants came early, but Cui Qi didn't know where to go after being instructed, and didn't come. The chief steward asked the young master if he wanted to wait for him to come, and Cui Xie said, "Don't worry about him, let's talk first."
Each of the three held a five-year plan in their hands—it was said to be a plan, but it was actually a thin two-page piece of paper. One page filled out an asset evaluation form according to Cui Xie’s request, and the other page wrote the next five years. The number of accounts and debits.
The Nanhuo Store is called Cui's Nanhuo Store. It is located in Shijia Hutong in the east of the city, near the Tongzhou Canal. It is also the most valuable of the Cui's stores. The old goods in it are worth seven or eight hundred silver. Usually, five or six big men are used, plus the accountant, shopkeeper, porter, and labor force, and the annual labor and food silver is thirty taels. There are also fifty or sixty taels of accidental wear and tear every year, and the sum of the money for honoring the yamen and the chiefs of the villagers in this town, adds up to nearly two hundred taels.
But those new goods from the south also make more money, and a shipment of goods shipped from Suzhou to Beijing can be tripled.
The shopkeeper, Cui Dachang, wanted to take advantage of Cui Xie, but he didn't want to make a plan. However, Cui Liangdong had the idea of intervening in this store, and desperately wanted to do it well. He personally stared at the accounts of Nanhuo Store, and after grinding with him in the store for a few days, he finally made this watch decent.
In the five-year plan, except for the first year, I couldn't pay the money to my family. The rest of the year really doubled every year, every three years and five years. After five years, I could earn thousands of taels a year.
According to the limelight when Zhirong Bookstore released "Lianfanglu" and "Three Kingdoms", a thousand taels a year is not too much; but according to the way these people first came to cry with him, this income is a miracle .
Cui Xie didn't say anything, he just drew the coordinates on the whiteboard he just made, and dotted the numbers of income, expenses, consumption, etc. on the board with a pen of no color, and connected them into a line graph.
After drawing the picture, you can see clearly that the income of Nanhuo Store is almost a 90-degree vertical upward trend, and the rest of the figures fluctuate irregularly, and the data is compiled without care.
He originally wanted to arrange three trend charts vertically, but after drawing this one, he found that the coordinate charts could only be arranged horizontally, and could not be drawn vertically.
The fold lines of the two satin shops and the rouge shop in the back are still hovering at fifty or sixty degrees. Compared with the Nanhuo shop, they immediately look unsightly.
The two shopkeepers hated and regretted looking at the picture - what they hated was that Cui Liangdong had dared to make up the number to this extent in order to please the eldest son; what they regretted was that they were not brave enough, and the number was not enough. many.
After Cui Xie finished drawing the three broken lines, he couldn't help laughing. He picked up the paper and instructed Song Yan, "Take it in and show it to grandfather and grandmother."
The servant took the paper and went in to read it. Cui Xie sat in the hall and flipped through the schedule they had sent, comparing the lines in it: "Accumulate Real Profits to Lay Silver", "Succeed in Laiyin", "Deposit and Destroy Silver". Salary goes to silver" and "loss goes to silver", without saying a word.
After a long silence, the old man snorted a few times, and the old lady said inside: "Although we have not touched the account book for more than ten years, the amount of money is a little empty. Your father told me, he also I can't control it, you can do it, you can exchange money for whichever one. If we can wait for them to get up, then we can save for a few more months, and we can wait until next year... "
The two children didn't even have the right to speak. They told their mother and tits to strictly control them, and they sat on the kang in the room and listened honestly.
Cui Xie glanced at the shopkeepers and said, "Then wait for Cui Qi to come over and look at it. He has the questionnaire I want in his hand."
He stopped talking, and the room was silent. Cui Jinzhi of the silk and satin shop relied on the fact that he had purchased goods from the tailor these days, and his heart was a little bit, but the hearts of the other two shopkeepers were thumping, and their anxious eyes fell on him, wishing they could see through his chest—
Which store does he want to close? How can I get him back? When the store is closed, even if they can go to another store to be the second shopkeeper, how can they compare to the feeling of being the sole owner of a store
Everyone waited so hard that their hearts jumped, and a notification came from outside the door: "Brother Cui Qi is here!"
The three shopkeepers wished they could go out and block him, first asking him what he was taking and which shop he was going to close. Cui Liangdong sighed secretly, and ordered Song Yan to quickly serve him tea and treat him like a guest.
Cui Qi asked people to stare at him from the time he entered the door, but his expression didn't change. He took out a thick bundle of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Cui Xie, and said with a smile, "This is something that big brother arranged for people to make, and they all It's done, big brother, let's see if it fits?"
On the paper, he has prepared a form according to his requirements, from the distance of the location, the assessment of the surrounding environment, to the flow of people outside the door, the flow of passengers, the work attitude of the clerk, the sales volume of goods and the rate of return... It is clearly written. Although it is only the number in the past ten days, it is still very real on average.
Cui Xie took these data and compared the three stores, using blue as the seafood store, ink as the satin store, and red as the rouge store, and drew a histogram one by one. The data is not clear, and the broken lines are not clear, so the histogram with strong contrast in color and length makes it easy for people to see at a glance which one is doing well and which one is lacking.
In the three stores, the traffic of rouge candied is relatively average, there are dozens of customers every day, the price of the goods is not high, but the staff greets them diligently, and there are regular repeat customers. The silk and satin shop was not very good at first, but after climbing up to the tailor, they all went out to make good materials. And although there are customers in the southern goods store, the situation is very serious, and the more expensive the dry goods, the less they can sell. Cheap ones can be sold well, but they have no money to turn around, so they can't afford new products, and many customers have lost because of this.
Cui Xie's pictures came out for them to look at, and they were transferred into the house, so that their grandparents and younger siblings would understand.
He didn't need to say a word, and everyone in the house knew exactly which one to sell.
The other two shopkeepers had the joy of escaping death, and let out a sigh of relief. But when I thought about it, I felt a little chill in my heart when I remembered the pile of information he didn't know where he came from and the contrasting data graphs. Thinking about being under such surveillance in the future, and drawing pictures of any money to compare with others, it seems that it is boring to be a shopkeeper.
Cui Dachang reluctantly rushed up to catch Cui Xie, and said in a burst of guns: "The Nanhuo store is only not doing well for a while, but it can still make money in the future! The five-year plan in my store is not accurate, son, you Leave me, I can make you one thousand taels in the future, no, I can earn three thousand taels back!"
Cui Xie grabbed his hand lightly, held him a few steps away, raised his chin slightly, and said with a sneer: "Your five-year plan? The numbers on the picture are flying into the sky, do you dare to take it seriously? I I didn't ask the accountant to report the figures from the previous years and draw them on the map, it's just to save your face, don't think that you can trust the master if you make up the figures."
TV dramas and movies have never seen such carelessness in their popularity and box office. Do they really think that their liberal arts students do not learn arithmetic
Their family has been democratized, and now it is time for dictatorship.
He pushed Cui Dahui to the outside and instructed Cui Liangdong: "Prepare to clear the warehouse. Make a big sign of the same height outside the store and write: The store will be closed due to poor management. All products will be cleared for clearance..."
It's not appropriate to always be ten dollars.
He couldn't think of how to set the price for a while, so he said: "Follow the accountant to get the inventory and price list in the store, and by the way, estimate a suitable discount and show me. When you hang up the sign, ask the guy to stand in the store. I shouted outside and made it more lively, and everyone who passed by knew that our store was going to close, there were only ten days left, the price was favorable, and the expiration date would not wait."