"Is ten cents a piece cheap? One fire is ten cents, at least three times a day, which is thirty cents. In a year, it costs ten cents!"
Zhang Han's little abacus was rattling, and in a short time, he had calculated all the expenses for a year.
"Ouch! Lao Zhang, you bought an air conditioner worth 10,000 gold, and you are still short of these 10 and 8 gold?"
"That's right! I'm afraid your monthly dividends are more than just this, right?"
"This small amount of money saves me two drinks...!"
However, the old guys looked indifferent.
"Your Majesty, when the matches are mass-produced, set aside a thousand for me first!"
"Yes, I want a thousand too!"
"I want two thousand! It's just twenty gold...!"
The old guys are so rich now that they don't care about this little money at all.
"Then... give me a thousand!"
Zhang Han thought for a while and then ordered.
Although the fire flashed, the ten cents were gone.
But this thing is really convenient!
"Several ministers misunderstood. The ten coins I mentioned were not one coin, but a packet!"
Just when the old guys were happily announcing their orders, Ying Feiyu made another unexpected statement.
"A pack?"
"How many sticks are in this pack?"
The veterans were puzzled.
"These matches are just for my experiments. When they are actually produced, the matches will be put into small boxes! One hundred per box, ten boxes per pack!"
Ying Feiyu explained in detail.
Now the matches on the stone table are all scattered, and the match skin is just a cardboard box and has not been packaged!
When it comes time to actually sell it, you definitely can’t do this!
"What? Ten boxes per pack? There are a hundred sticks in each box?"
"Good guy, if you calculate it this way, there are a thousand sticks in each pack? Are they only sold for ten cents?"
"Is your Majesty right? Is it ten cents per box or ten cents per pack...?"
The veterans stared at Ying Feiyu in surprise, and even suspected that Ying Feiyu had mentioned the wrong unit.
Matches are so convenient. If a thousand matches only cost ten cents, what's the difference between giving them away for free?
"I'm right, it's indeed a thousand pieces per pack, priced at ten cents!"
Ying Feiyu nodded firmly.
"Hiss..."
The veterans suddenly took a breath of cold air.
Not to mention ten cents for a thousand cents, even ten cents for a hundred cents, they all thought it was a good deal.
One thousand matches, it will take several years, right?
"Your Majesty, can such a sales method make money?"
Zhang Han frowned and became worried for Ying Feiyu.
"How can we make money from this? Labor costs are so high now. If we sell it at this price, it's good to be able to break even!"
Before Ying Feiyu could speak, Kang Anping spoke first.
"My purpose in producing matches is to facilitate the people, not to make money...!"
Ying Feiyu fiddled with the matches and said: "Ten cents is not much to a few ministers, but to the common people, it is just a day's worth of food. How could they burn it like this with just one stroke?" Drop it? If a match is priced at ten cents a piece, only the rich and noble can afford it! It will not serve the convenience of the people at all!"
"Your Majesty has thought carefully!"
The veterans all bowed their hands and bowed.
"I just don't know whether these matches are run by the imperial court or are His Majesty's private property? Where is the Supreme Emperor...?"
Before he said a few words, Zhang Han turned to money again.
It is true that matches can provide convenience to the people, but it is also a laborious and unprofitable business. If the imperial court manages it, I am afraid that the Emperor will scold His Majesty again.
"Don't worry, this is my private property. I will send people to mass-produce and sell it later!"
Ying Feiyu said with a smile.
"Since it is private property, the Supreme Emperor will definitely support it! Haha!"
Hearing this, Zhang Han also laughed.
"Okay, you've seen the matches, let's sit down and discuss the voting system!"
After ordering people to put away the matches, Ying Feiyu asked a few old guys to sit down.
"Your Majesty, are you here?"
Wang Ben looked around suspiciously.
There are so many people here, what if someone leaks the news?
"Don't worry, the servants here have been with me for many years! Besides, the voting system is not a secret. We will announce it after we have discussed the details!"
"Uh...that's true!"
The veterans nodded and began to discuss.
Everyone already understands the general framework of the voting system, and now what needs to be discussed is some details.
For example, when will the voting be held?
How to write on the election form so that people who are illiterate can understand it clearly?
Should we vote based on the actual number of residents or the number of people listed on the household registration?
What age range can vote?
Specifically, what percentage is dismissed, what percentage is transferred, and what percentage is promoted?
These all need to be discussed in detail!
In addition, there are also candidates for the reporting department, which also need to be carefully selected!
This department is very important, and we must choose people who are upright and not afraid of power!
After all the matters were discussed, it was already nightfall, and Ying Feiyu left the old guys behind for dinner!
As a new thing in Da Qin, seafood is definitely indispensable.
The veterans praised it while eating, "The skills of the royal chefs in the palace are so good! The taste of the same thing is completely different!"
They also bought a lot of sun-dried seafood, which they thought tasted good, but compared with the ones in the palace today, the ones made by their chefs were simply weak.
After they had eaten and drank enough, and the veterans left the palace, a soldier came to the newspaper office in the city with the details they had just discussed, and ordered someone to print them and publish them in tomorrow's newspaper!
Early the next morning, the whole Great Qin exploded again!
"I... I'm afraid I haven't woken up and am still dreaming? How is this possible? Whether county officials can stay in office in the future will be decided by us people?"
A man in plain cloth rubbed his eyes vigorously, trying to see more clearly.
"That's right! You read that right, that's what the newspaper said!"
Another person on the street spoke up, confirming his thoughts.
"What? How is this possible?"
Even if it was confirmed, the man still couldn't believe it.
"This is what the newspaper said, how can it be false?"
Another person held the newspaper with both hands and carefully read the lines on it.
"Oh my God! If it is really implemented, good days will come for our people!"
"That's right! From now on, these county officials will not dare to blatantly bully our people! Once our people are dissatisfied, his official position will not last long!"
"Great! The newspaper also said that bullies and bandits everywhere will be purged. Our lives will be even better in the future!"
"That's right...!"
After seeing what was in the newspaper, the people were so happy that they opened their mouths from ear to ear and ran to each other to convey the good news.
Around noon, local governments also sorted out the telegrams received and posted notices in the local area to convey the matter!
