Soon, pen, ink, paper and inkstone came up. After Li Changkong signed, he pressed the red fingerprint.
Then he handed it to Zhu Wen. Without thinking, Zhu Wen quickly signed his name, pressed his fingerprints, and handed it back to Li Changkong. He rubbed his hands and said happily: "My dear nephew, can you return the money to me now?"
Li Changkong looked at the receipt in his hand and nodded: "Uncle Shi, I have asked Butler Yang to pick up the money. When you go back later, take it with you."
"But you see clearly, the writing is clearly written in black and white. From now on, no matter how much money my Zhenguo Fast Food makes, it has nothing to do with you."
"Yes, yes, it doesn't matter." Zhu Wen smiled broadly, feeling that he had resolved a major economic crisis.
However, before he could be happy for long, he heard a knock on the door of the Hou Mansion.
Zhen Jian ran in in a panic and said, "Master, an official in red robe came outside the door. He claimed to be the Minister of War and wanted to see the young master."
"Ma Rulong, Minister of the Ministry of War?" Li Zhufeng and Zhu Wen were both shocked when they heard this.
This is a serious official of the second rank, just one rank lower than the cabinet minister.
Moreover, cabinet ministers only have the power to vote, but have no access to actual affairs.
If you really compare them, I'm afraid some of them are not as good as the six ministerial books.
What's more, this is the Minister of War.
During the war, all nobles must obey their orders.
Even Zhang Xun, Duke of Dingguo, was no exception.
Unless he is a king like the King of Zhongshan who leads his troops alone and guards the frontier.
Otherwise, it will more or less depend on Ma Rulong's face.
This person came to visit in person, it seemed like something big was going on!
"Please come in quickly!"
"Then Lao Yang, go to my study and get tea, the best Longjing!"
When Zhu Wen heard this, he swallowed.
Ever since Zhu Ben sold a pawn of one hundred thousand yuan, he hadn't had good tea for a long time.
Today, I can enjoy the glory of Ma Rulong and drink a pot of Longjing.
In addition, he was also curious about what could cause Ma Rulong, the Minister of War, to visit him personally.
Soon, the tea was poured and Ma Rulong walked in.
"Mr. Ma, long time no see!" Li Zhufeng stood up and saluted.
More than ten years ago, when he was still very popular, he had frequent dealings with Ma Rulong.
But later, due to his defeat, he gradually faded out of the inner circle of nobles. There were few opportunities to fight, and the opportunities to deal with Ma Rulong gradually became less and less.
"Marquis Wu Ling, my coming here this time is based on the order given by the Holy Father himself, so I won't say goodbye for now." Ma Rulong bowed his hands and said.
"Okay, let's get down to business."
Seeing this, Zhu Wen took a few sips of the tea and thought it tasted good. He felt quite happy as a melon-eater.
"I wonder where Mr. Ling is?"
"This is Quanzi Changkong." Li Zhufeng pointed to Li Changkong and introduced.
"What a talent. No wonder he can make instant noodles and canned food."
"Li Changkong, these two foods really won't rot at sea and can prevent the spread of diseases?"
"You must think clearly. I will truthfully report these words to His Majesty at the next court meeting."
When Li Changkong heard this, he was not timid at all. He nodded affirmatively and said with a firm tone: "At sea, as long as you eat my food within a week, there is a 80% chance that you will not get sick again."
"As for the remaining 20%, I can't guarantee it."
Ma Rulong heard this and nodded, this is reasonable.
If it was 100% guaranteed, he wouldn't believe it.
"How's the yield?"
"The workshop is still small at present. If we work overtime, within one month, we can supply up to 30,000 people at sea for half a month."
When Ma Rulong heard this, he immediately frowned: "The output is too small, and there are many navy in the army. If we follow this output, I am afraid it will take an unknown year or month before all the navy can eat such food that can prevent epidemic diseases."
Li Changkong shook his head and said: "This is fast food. Although it can ward off hunger, the soldiers still have to eat staple food after all. As long as they eat some fast food occasionally, it will be enough to resist the epidemic."
"That's not enough. The workshop is too small, so we need to expand it. If we don't have enough manpower, we need to expand it!"
"If you have any questions, you can come to me at the Ministry of War."
"In addition, the Ministry of War wants all the instant noodles and cans produced in the first batch. You can set a price."
"Instant noodles cost 50 yuan per catty, while canned noodles are slightly more expensive at 80 yuan per catty."
Hearing this, Ma Rulong nodded.
Today, rice in Qiandu City costs about 20 to 30 yuan per pound. Food that is not a staple food is naturally more expensive.
Especially this can, it is clearly meat, but it only costs eighty yuan a pound, which is a very reasonable price.
"Okay! If you have no other opinions, I will report this matter to the Holy One at the next court meeting and finalize the regulations as soon as possible."
"It's just Ma Gong's arrangement. I don't have any objections." Li Changkong smiled. Instant noodles are fifty yuan per catty and canned food is eighty yuan per catty. They seem cheap.
But in fact, there is still some profit. After all, the raw material of instant noodles is only noodles, and the canned meat is cured meat, which is much cheaper than ordinary meat.
Moreover, in the fast food business, the key is never the unit price, but the quantity!
As long as the quantity goes up, are you still worried about not making any money?
Now what I heard from Ma Rulong was that he didn't think it was enough, and he just wanted as much as he had.
Then... money is really going to rain down!
"Mr. Ma, if you're not in a hurry to go back, why not do it after drinking tea?" Li Zhufeng said after seeing that the matter was settled.
"Okay, I've been craving your tea for a long time." Ma Rulong sat down and drank the tea.
The whole process is extremely fast and efficient.
In the end, everyone was happy except Zhu Wen.
As he drank, he burst into tears and the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground.
With a bang, hot tea mixed with porcelain fragments flew everywhere.
He opened his mouth and his voice was choked: "Ma... Ma Gong, you mean, Li Changkong created food that can prevent seaborne diseases and won't rot?"
"That's it. Now the Ministry of War will go all out to acquire it. If you have any difficulties in production, you can come to the Ministry of War to find me." The last part of the sentence was still addressed to Li Changkong.
"Then... wouldn't that be..." There is a lot of money?
Zhu Wen is not stupid, he is just too smart and thinks everyone in the world is a fool.
But now it's better, the cleverness is misled by the cleverness.
"My dear nephew, why don't you use the hundred thousand taels first? The Yangcheng Marquis' Mansion is not so stubborn." He smiled, and his smile was uglier than crying.
Snapped!
The black and white paper was slapped on the table, and Li Changkong also smiled, very brightly.
Bang bang bang!
At this moment, there was another knock on the door.
After Butler Yang opened the door, Zhu Ben rushed in, looked at his prodigal father and Li Changkong, and asked, "Am I not late?"
