Hearing this, Li Changkong nodded calmly.
He, the uncle, knows the market, and the price he gives is quite reasonable.
Just when he was about to agree, he was interrupted directly by Li Zhufeng:
"No! How can a mere prescription be worth so much money?"
"Old Zhang, if you try another way to help me, you don't have to!"
"We, the Marquis of Wuling Mansion, haven't reached that day yet."
When Li Changkong heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Dad, dad, you know how to trick your son.
In his view, the appearance of Hibiscus ointment can completely help Jishitang open up the situation and launch a crushing commercial offensive against Xuanhuju, which mainly provides massage and acupuncture services.
Once successful, Jishitang may account for close to 70 to 80% of the entire medical clinic business in Taipingfang.
This is definitely a huge profit.
Not to mention that the custard ointment itself is worth a lot of money. After this, 70,000 taels is really not expensive, it can only be said to be fair.
It's a pity that I can't say this by myself, otherwise it will become like me, the nephew, who is greedy for Shibo's money.
Li Zhufeng would not agree to it, both emotionally and rationally.
So Li Changkong thought in his mind and said: "My nephew also thinks that the price is a bit high, fifty thousand taels is about the same."
As expected, when Li Zhufeng heard this, he was surprised at first, and then a look of satisfaction emerged in his eyes.
Although he felt that 50,000 taels for a prescription was a bit expensive, he was relieved that at least his son had such thoughts and was not jealous of money.
But as soon as these words were spoken, it made Zhang Xun a little bit difficult to deal with.
Although he was born as a military officer, he did know something about the medical clinic market, and he also knew about the popularity of water chestnut ointment these days.
Seventy thousand taels is certainly meant to help the old brother, but fifty thousand taels is a bit of an advantage.
The Li family was defrauded of 50,000 taels by the grandson of Capital City Bo Na and was not rich. If he took advantage of this, he would feel bad.
Money can be made at any time, but the brotherhood is gone if it is gone.
He opened his mouth and was about to explain when he heard Li Changkong say: "If Shibo feels sorry, my nephew has a merciless request, and I hope Shibo will grant it."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xun had already made up his mind. If it was not too excessive, he would definitely satisfy Li Changkong's request.
"But it doesn't matter."
"For the past few days, my nephew has been doing nothing in the house all day, and he is quite bored. He happens to be studying medicine a little more, and he is quite interested."
"I hope I can help Shibo manage Jishi Hall."
As soon as these words came out, Li Zhufeng and Zhang Xun looked at each other, feeling a little weird.
It seems strange that a noble child runs a medical clinic.
Although Zhang Xun opened a medical clinic, he never ran it himself. He only provided capital to act as the proprietor.
However, Li Zhufeng then thought about it, Li Changkong was rarely interested in certain things, could he kill his interest?
Furthermore, although the study of medicine is not as good as studying and fighting, it is still a craft, and it is good to study it. It is better than... it is better than not doing your job all day long and hanging out with those three religions and nine people on the street.
So he gave Zhang Xun a look. When Zhang Xun heard the words, he immediately understood, nodded and said: "It's easy to say, Shibo is very pleased that you have such intention."
"I'll tell you to go down and you just go to Jishi Hall to find the shopkeeper tomorrow."
Li Changkong raised the corner of his mouth slightly when he heard this.
At this point, his plan was almost successful, except for the last step.
"Uncle Shi, my nephew still has something unknown."
"Say it."
"This Jishitang is Shibo's business. How much money can we earn every month? If my nephew can help Shibo earn more, then this money..."
Li Changkong did not go into details, but Zhang Xun already understood it and scolded him with a smile: "You naughty guy, Jishitang's income is not very stable. On good days, you can get 5,000 taels of silver, and on bad days, you can get 3,000 taels. "
"Let's calculate it as four thousand taels. If there is more, Shibo will not take any of it, it will all belong to you."
When Li Changkong heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. This was what he wanted.
"If you lose money..."
"If you lose, it will be Shibo's." Zhang Xun waved his hand with great pride.
Twenty thousand taels of silver were all in vain, but he could still afford a few thousand taels of silver.
On the contrary, Li Changkong was a little stunned when he heard this.
He originally wanted to say that if there was a loss, he would make up for it. Who would have thought that he, a cheap uncle, would be extraordinarily powerful.
"Then my nephew has thanked Uncle Shi."
Hearing this, Zhang Xun waved his hand and said, "Don't do ridiculous things on weekdays. Don't make your father angry. Then you can thank me."
"Is there anything else you can do? If you don't have anything else, hurry up and leave. Don't disturb us while we drink."
Li Changkong cupped his hands and said, "My nephew, please leave."
…
Zhang Xun is a man of faith and a resolute person.
The result of these two characteristics coming together is: doing things very reliably.
The next day, someone sent 50,000 taels of silver to Wulinghou Mansion.
After Li Changkong got the money, he first returned the 20,000 taels from Qian Si.
Although I am a princely family, it is better not to default too much on this kind of loan sharking organization.
Of the remaining 30,000 taels, 10,000 taels were left for the family as daily expenses, and 5,000 taels were allocated to his father as pocket money.
The remaining fifteen hundred taels were all put into his pocket.
Once this person had money, he became more confident. Even when he walked, he felt confident every step of the way.
Zhen Jian followed Li Changkong, feeling that his young master had grown up.
He actually sold tens of thousands of taels of silver with just one recipe.
This... I'm afraid he might not be able to do this if he's a descendant of another noble family, right?
From the looks of it, the young master is only a few hundred million points away from the glorious lintel.
"Master, are we really going to run Jishi Hall?"
"Huh? What do you mean? Since I promised Zhang Shibo, I will naturally keep my promise. Do you want me to be the one who goes back on my promise? Where do you put the young master's faith? Don't you know that my young master values faith most? ?”
When Zhen Jian heard this, the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched and he was almost speechless.
Master, do you want to listen to what you are saying? Xinyi..., do you have that thing?
"Young master, we don't know how to do business." Zhen Jian knew that his young master had always been rich and wealthy, so he would probably not do business in person, and would probably ask him to do it for him.
But doing business is different from setting up a stall. To set up a stall, you only need to be able to shout, but there are many more things to do in doing business.
Zhen Jiankong has a good voice, so he has no problem setting up a stall, but he really can't do business.
He was worried that he would ruin Li Changkong's important matter, so he warned him.
When Li Changkong heard this, he asked in surprise: "Who said we want to do business ourselves?"
Zhen Jian was stunned: "Master, didn't you promise Duke Ding...?"
"What you said, I just promised Shibo that I would make more money for him, but I didn't say that I would do business myself. I can just leave the dirty and tiring work of doing business to the shopkeeper. I, the young master, naturally want to rest."
Hearing this, Zhen Jian nodded, which was in line with the young master's style.
It's just...how can I make more money like this? He really couldn't think of it.
