Han Du groaned and said nonchalantly: "What are you afraid of if there is no profit? We have never thought about how much money we can make from the stove, let alone that it can still be sold for twenty coins. As long as it uses our coal stove People are buying briquettes from us, so even if we give them away for free, I’m still willing!”
Shopkeeper Gao heard Han Du's words getting more and more outrageous. He didn't know for a moment whether Han Du was telling the truth or a lie. He looked at Han Du blankly and did not answer.
Seeing that shopkeeper Gao was silent, Han Du smiled casually and asked, "What? You don't believe it?"
"My boss, I really don't understand. If we give it away for free, wouldn't we lose money?" Shopkeeper Gao was confused.
Han Du straightened up, sighed, patted shopkeeper Gao on the shoulder, and said, "Old Gao, you can just stick to the workshop for the rest of your life. When it comes to business, you are really not that good."
How much money can you make from a coal stove? Even if it is sold for fifty cents, that one is only making thirty cents. Thirty coins seems to be a lot, much more than what you can earn from a piece of briquettes.
But don't forget, a briquette can only last one night even when the fire is re-fired at night. If it were burned directly with full firepower, it would be burned out in an hour at most.
But what about a coal stove? According to Han Du's estimate, an ordinary household can use a coal stove for at least ten years. As the saying goes, three years for the new, three years for the old, and three more years for mending. Diligence and frugality, although a virtue, are a disaster for workshop owners like Han Du.
Ten years is such a long time? Ten years later, even if the coal stove continues to be used, no one will spend money to buy it. I'm afraid ordinary people can make one themselves. After all, this coal stove is too simple.
Under such circumstances, would Han Du be an idiot and wait to make a fortune from coal stoves?
Go ahead and dream!
If you want to make a fortune, you still have to rely on briquettes.
Isn’t there a saying that’s good? The equipment is not expensive, but the consumables are.
Han Du could give away the coal stove for free, but he would never give away the briquettes for free.
Earning one or two cents from a briquette may not seem like much, but this is something that can only be measured in quantity. If Han Du can monopolize the entire briquette industry in Beijing, then the Han family will become rich overnight and is just around the corner.
Thinking of this, Han Du became even more enthusiastic about Lao Zhu's promise to designate a piece of land for him to build a briquette workshop.
After Han Du finished speaking, he left alone, leaving shopkeeper Gao standing there confused.
But Shopkeeper Gao didn't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable about Han Du. In his opinion, he has been working in workshops all his life, and what Mr. Han said is right, he is indeed not a business man.
When Han Du returned home, he put aside the matter of briquettes. He didn't even consider the land that Lao Zhu had promised. Anyway, Han Du planned to let shopkeeper Gao take people to build the workshop after Lao Zhu gave him the land.
What Han Du was thinking about at this time was Zhu Biao's promise to continue to help him contact Princess Anqing. Han Du spread out the paper and picked up the pen to write a letter to Princess Anqing, but before the pen tip came down, Han Du's arm suddenly stopped.
This is a private message between himself and Princess Anqing, and Han Du naturally doesn't want a third person to see it. But Han Du himself had no way to deliver the letter to Princess Anqing in person, and had to forward it through Zhu Biao.
This raises a problem. If Zhu Biao reads it privately, Han Du can't do anything about it, and Han Du doesn't want his letter to be read clearly from beginning to end by Zhu Biao.
But if a secret language is used, Princess Anqing doesn't know how to decipher the secret language, so it won't work.
Han Du put down his writing brush and decided to teach Princess Anqing a secret communication method. Moreover, this set of secret words cannot just be written clearly on paper with ink, it has to be invisible.
There are so many ways to make the handwriting invisible. Han Du chose a method that would make the handwriting visible by roasting it with fire.
Han Du used milk as ink and wrote the words on the paper. As the milk dried, the writing disappeared without a trace, with a satisfied smile on his face.
But then Han Du thought of a problem. He knew how to make the handwriting appear. He only needed to lightly bake it with fire. But Han Du could not guarantee that Princess Anqing knew about it, and Han Du had no way to send a message to Princess Anqing through Zhu Biao.
If that's the case, then Zhu Biao will naturally know that he is using secret words and hiding the handwriting. Isn't his work in vain?
what to do?
In the end, Han Du had no choice but to try his luck.
Han Du took out paper and wrote five letters in a row with exactly the same content. As long as Princess Anqing can see one of these five by chance, then his idea will be considered successful.
And even if five of them fail, it doesn't matter. Han Du can write five more and keep writing until Princess Anqing sees the handwriting.
Han Du packed up the written paper and handed it to Zhu Biao the next day, and told him to hand it over to Princess Anqing.
Zhu Biao felt a sense of irritation in his heart as he listened to Han Du's chatter. He raised his eyes and glanced at Han Du, and thought to himself: "Do you still need to say these words? If I do such a shameful thing for you, I will naturally not let the fourth person know about it."
Taking it from Han Du impatiently, Zhu Biao said with a helpless expression on his face: "This time, just think of it as compensation for Gu cheating on you last time, but next time you want Gu to help you deliver a message. , it’s not that easy.”
After saying that, he glared at Han Du.
Han Du didn't care about Zhu Biao's dissatisfaction, knowing that Zhu Biao was talking about the agreement between the two of them, "Han Du answered Zhu Biao's question, and Zhu Biao helped Han Du deliver a message."
Han Du paid no attention to this. Because Han Du believed that Zhu Biao would come to him to solve his doubts less often in the future, and the number would increase as the more questions he answered.
Learning knowledge is such a process. The more you know, the more confused and doubtful you will become.
Han Du nodded and smiled, then resigned to Zhu Biao.
Zhu Biao originally didn't care about anything else, and waved his hand to ask Han Du to leave.
But after Han Du left, Zhu Biao looked at the letters on the desk, and something strange appeared in his heart.
Do you want to take a look?
A question appeared in Zhu Biao's mind, whether to look or not to look, that was the question.
At the same time, the moral bottom line in Zhu Biao's heart reminded him: "Well, it doesn't seem right to peek into other people's private messages, right?"
