Some people are just passers-by in your life. Maybe the hard prayers in front of the Buddha in the previous life are just a passing by in this life. And the passers-by in the past life may be the fate of this life. This is true for lovers and so for relatives. .
I have lived with Lao Bu Die for several years, and there are pains and laughter. Although Lao Bu Die is lazy and strict with himself, he did adult things in his childhood and bullied minors.
But he is his only relative in this world. The only one means that there is only one. If he loses it, there will be no more.
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, the child wants to be filial but cannot be raised. There are many hardships in life, not just between lovers. I say I love you, but you say you love my body. We can't be husband and wife, we can only be together. Lover for life.
Therefore, Lao Bu Die is lazy and greedy, but Wang Bu Si will still remember his goodness. He should not talk about it in words, but keep it in his heart. There has been no news about Lao Bu Die for a long time, and Wang Bu Die misses him very much.
"Is he okay?" Wang Busheng asked.
"He is very good, he can eat and drink, and he likes to discuss things with us when nothing happens." The white cat replied, "Can you please?" He drank two jars of wine at once, which was a huge amount of wine.
There is a feeling that if he is good to me, I will be good to him. After hearing Bai Mao's words, Wang Budie felt relieved.
The rich man was stunned. What's happening here,
"Which show are you acting in?" Fu Jia asked curiously.
"It's nothing, these two people want to sell themselves into slavery," Wang Bushi explained.
"What? There are prostitutes again. What's going on this year? Why are so many people unable to think about it and jumping into the fire pit?" Fu Jia Yifang looked at Liu Mei and couldn't help but sigh.
In the cold world, there are always some people who are desperate and sell their children, daughters, themselves, and everything they can sell. It's not that they have no family ties and are iron-hearted, it's just that they want to survive.
Liu Mei also felt the same way. When she saw the two people in front of her, they were destitute people with no food and clothing. They were even more miserable than she was at that time. Selling herself now was a helpless move. Who would want to be a slave if they could be a human being? After all, there is no such a mean person at heart. On the other hand, looking back at myself, being sold was purely a subsidiary product of selling brown sugar. It was sold by my own relatives, and it was not because I was desperate or forced by life, but because my relatives wanted to raise enough pocket money for their children. It's just money, nothing more, and my own value is only equivalent to a glass of wine on the dinner table of my relatives and children.
Those who share the same disease can better understand the hardship of life. Liu Mei was also a little moved, so she also begged, "Master, they are so pitiful."
"Well, it's quite pitiful." Wang Busui nodded. It's pitiful to have no food. People live just to fill their stomachs. If they can't fill their stomachs, how can they contribute to the modernization of the country? How can they be ruled? The value of class exploitation, being a useful person to society and having enough to eat is very important.
"Yes, Master, we are very pitiful." Black Dog was also very sad. He had eaten and slept in the open all the way. The key was that he had no food. For those who have enjoyed a good life, the experience along the way is undoubtedly not the most miserable and saddest in life. What is unforgettable is that it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. It is difficult for a person who is used to living without worries about food and clothing to adapt to a life without food and clothing. Thinking of this, Black Dog's tears couldn't stop flowing out.
The white cat is not much better. When his job is gone, his wife is naturally gone, and his plan to leave the single life has to be postponed. The dream of a world between two people is both beautiful and far away. If this little master doesn't take me in, my future life will be even more miserable, inhumane, miserable, and so miserable that I won't be able to see anyone. .
"Master, just accept us. Look, Master, look at our muscles. We are strong enough to work." White Cat promoted himself.
It's true that they can eat, but I really didn't know that they could work. Looking at the muscles, well, it really is chicken. Wang BuShu cursed in his heart, but since it was Lao BuShu who asked them to defect to him, Wang BuShu couldn't drive them away.
So he looked at Rich A's side. After all, he was still living in someone else's place, so it was necessary to ask for his permission.
"Master, what do you think we should do?"
"The house at home is limited and there is no place to live"? Fu Jia Fangshui said, this was originally a house for one person, but suddenly so many people came, it was indeed a bit difficult to stay.
"It's okay, it's okay, we don't have a good request, as long as there is a place to put a mat," the white cat said hurriedly when he heard that the situation had eased. Only by enduring hardship can one become a master. It doesn't matter if you endure hardship now. The hardship you endure now will be your weight in front of drunkards in the future. Promotion and salary increase are just around the corner.
Liu Mei also said at the side, "Master, why don't we just keep them? Anyway, we are short of manpower here, and our people are still worthy of trust."
The people Liu Mei is talking about here are naturally the slaves who sold themselves to their masters. The "Da Ming Law" stipulates that anyone who betrays his master's family is a heinous crime, similar to espionage and treason. The punishment was also very severe, including execution in Lingchi. Everyone has heard of Lingchi, which is just like eating roast duck.
My young master's business is the only one in the Ming Empire, and the natural manufacturing process is a secret. Although there is currently a shortage of manpower, I don't dare to hire someone. Who knows if the person who hired him has selfish motives and sells the snack manufacturing process to others at a high price.
The slaves do not have such worries. If the master humiliates his ministers and dies, things that are detrimental to the master's family will also affect the interests of the slaves. Therefore, slaves are of the same mind as their masters.
Looking at Fu Jia's side again, Wang Bushi asked, "Master, why don't you stay? We happen to be short of manpower, so I can help you."
"It's up to you, as long as it doesn't affect my dividends."
Fu Jiafang said. As I get older, I always think about having children and grandchildren in the house to make life lively. Being lonely and lonely also affects longevity.
"Well, you can stay," said Wang Bushu. Seeing that these two people were desperate, since it was Lao Bushu who asked to join him, his character should be acceptable. Moreover, it seems that the two of them are not very smart, so they should not be able to do anything for the seller to seek glory.
"Thank you, Master, thank you Master." White Cat and Black Dog hurriedly handed over their hands to thank them. From then on, they were family members and no longer had to worry about food and drink. The two of them were happy from the bottom of their hearts.
The signatures and pledges showed that Huang Shiren did not buy or sell by force. The white cat and the black dog just sold themselves, and the price was only the snacks just now. And Wang Busheng had two more people to call his orders.
Hearing the mention of dividends from the wealthy party just now, Wang Bushid couldn't help but ask: "By the way, how is Master's sales today?"
"Haha, Master's action is certainly extraordinary." Touching the three remaining strands of his beard, Fu Jiafang talked proudly and said, "Master just arrived, and there was a sea of people there, including children, old people, and young people. Young men and women, the crowd came like a flood, just like the big star Zhang Jingjun’s concert, there was a sea of people, and after eating my new product, they all gave a thumbs up. Full of praise.”
"The income is naturally quite high," Wang Busheng asked happily.
"Of course. Let's go into the house and share the spoils," the rich man greeted. ,
"Well, it's time to divide the spoils again." Wang Bu Die was speechless.
When they heard about sharing the spoils, White Cat and Black Dog's anus tightened. Could it be that he had entered a bandit's den and had just returned from a robbery and had gained a full share of the spoils? How could he, an outstanding young man from the Ming Empire, go up the mountain snoring? Damn it, you have become a thief and bandit, but you have signed and pledged it. It is difficult to go back on it. Marrying a chicken, a chicken, a dog, a dog can only lead to a dark road. The Duke of Min still has the strength to turn the bandits into good citizens. .
It was the same living room as yesterday. Both sacks fell to the ground. It was obvious that Liu Mei and Fu Jia had learned yesterday's lesson. The number of copper plates was much smaller, and there were still many paper banknotes inside.
The three of them counted it carefully and found another profit of more than three thousand taels. Several people present were happy.
Money can make people go around, money can make people happy.
Seeing the white money, the white cat and the black dog, who just regretted entering the bandit's den, immediately became happy. A white cat and a black cat are good cats if they catch mice. Whether it is stealing or robbing, the white cat is a good cat. Silver is the most real.
The sharing of the spoils began. After numerous quarrels, several people finally distributed the harvest reasonably.
"Haha, Master, we are rich now. From now on, you can eat chickens. You can eat one for yourself and one for the dog." Wang Bushu laughed. Rich people are always more happy and have more fun. Will be the first point.
"No, I have a good appetite. I can eat two. It's a waste to give them to dogs."
"Well, that makes sense. It's better to feed rich people than to feed dogs."
Because the white cat and the black dog joined today, Wang Bushit couldn't seem too stingy. He went to the street and bought a lot of vegetables, cooked the dishes himself, and cooked a sumptuous dinner. He ate heartily and still had more to say.
The rooster crows, and it’s another day at the cashier’s desk. Today, with the addition of Wang Bu Die’s new product, it’s naturally another hot transaction. Everyone was happy when the dividends were distributed in the evening, because the white cat and black dog also contributed a lot, so they also received dozens of taels of rewards. The two of them had a lot of fun.
This has been the case for several days in a row, but more than a month has passed, and sales have slowly decreased. This is a market trend. Every time a new product appears, there will be a sales climax for a period of time, and finally calm down. This is especially true for the snacks made by Wang Busheng. After all, snacks are not rations and cannot replace staple food. Moreover, the Ming Empire A relatively high proportion of people are poor. Not all people have pocket money for their own consumption. No matter how delicious the food is, they will lose their appetite if they eat it every day, so a decline in sales is inevitable.
Another reason is to follow the trend. If you are poor, you will want to change. The people of the Ming Empire are a positive and progressive nation. When they see good things, they always want to imitate and improve. No, the Tang Bean Sesame Balls produced by Wang Busheng have already appeared. For many similar products, although only Wang Bushi masters the manufacturing process of white sugar, it is also possible to use brown sugar. Although the taste is a bit worse, they are cheaper. Although there are no good products when they are cheap, there are still many people who are greedy for cheap. . Therefore, this is another impact on Wang Immortal's industry.
The weather is very bad today, as is the mood of those present.
"Wang Bu Shou, please think of a solution quickly. In the past few days, my income has only been more than a thousand taels, and my income has been getting less and less. If it doesn't work, I will go back to my old job."
The rich man said, "I'm used to earning a few thousand taels, but more than a thousand taels is too little."
The white cat and the black dog were all surprised to hear that the old man was in the business, so he asked in a low voice, "Brother Liu, what did you do before?"
"Beggar" Liu Mei replied softly.
"Well, even a beggar with a thousand taels would look down upon me. Songjiang Mansion is already so rich!"
"Master, don't be anxious, this is the market trend and it is inevitable," Wang Bushit advised. This is also inevitable. It cannot be solved by manpower in a short time.
Liu Mei was also anxious and advised, "Master, you should think of a way. Those shameless guys can just follow our example. The price is only half of ours."
Since ancient times, the method of competition has been to sell at reduced prices, never trying to improve product quality. But this is inevitable, after all, people who are greedy for petty gains still account for the majority. This is something that the time traveler Wang cannot change even if he dies.
"Don't worry, there's always a way," Wang Bushi comforted.
"If you have a way, you can tell me," Fu Jiafang urged. If you are not active in making money, there must be something wrong with your thinking.
"Small profits but quick turnover,"
“Then don’t we still have to lower the price?” Liu Mei asked.
"No, our price cuts are different. We make small profits, but the output needs to go up, and we no longer sell by ourselves." Wang Busi said. Seeing that several people had confused faces, Wang Busi continued to explain, "Look for a sales agency. Every city and every street must have our sales agency and let them sell for us."
"How is it possible to let them help us sell and give us the money they earn?" Rich Party One questioned.
"No, Master, you don't understand what I mean." Wang Bushi continued to explain, "We are responsible for the production and then sell it to them. We only add an appropriate price to the cost of the product, and the added money is our income. The income from their sales is their own income, and it is up to them to decide how to sell, how much to sell, and how much to sell for.
"Then our income will be very low."
"No, Master, believe me, our income will only be a lot more."
