Su Qingluan looked carefully at the dense regular script on the piece of paper, and couldn't help but laugh: Although this handwriting belonged to shopkeeper Liang at first glance, he was a bold and unrestrained character. Su Qingluan saw that he was used to writing as if he were a human being, writing horizontally and vertically. I can't even bear to follow the rules.
I can't say it's ugly, but it does seem a bit flamboyant.
This was the first time that Su Qingluan saw shopkeeper Liang's handwriting so "regular" - the kind of rules that people were afraid of making it difficult to read clearly if they were written more sloppily.
There are many shops written on it, most of them are from Lefeng Town, and occasionally there are three or five from nearby villages and towns more than ten miles away.
Shops include carpenters' shops, jade shops, jewelry shops... Anyway, there are all kinds of shops. Shopkeeper Liang has thought of all kinds of categories that Su Qingluan might be able to use.
Which shop's products are of what grade and type, which shop has the best materials and the most favorable prices, which shop's master has the best craftsmanship, which master charges the cheapest price, and how much the lowest price can be...
Anyway, if Su Qingluan had gotten this piece of paper, he would have avoided a lot of unnecessary mistakes - even if you exclude the shops outside Lefeng Town, the rest would have been enough for Su Qingluan.
At this time, Su Qingluan looked at the light piece of paper in his hand and felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. All kinds of thoughts came to Su Qingluan's mind for a while. She felt moved and excited. She couldn't help but run downstairs. She saw shopkeeper Liang in the lobby on the first floor, with a round belly. Direct the workers to work.
Hearing someone coming downstairs from behind, Liang Youdao's fat face had already put on his signature Maitreya Buddha-like smile. When he turned around and saw Su Qingluan coming down, he wiped his mouth hard with the palm of his big cattail fan, and wiped away that smile again. After going down, he coughed twice in a very artificial way: "Why, Madam Su is leaving? Why don't you see her off!"
Su Qingluan knew that perhaps shopkeeper Liang was not really angry, but was just being awkward, thinking that she "distrusted" him by not asking him for help, so he immediately laughed out loud and said: "Uncle Liang, that thing you gave me I’ve seen it all…”
"Humph!" Liang Youdao snorted, but stood there without moving. Instead, he looked sideways at Su Qingluan.
Su Qingluan hurriedly bowed to the ground - she was wearing men's clothing anyway, so it was not against the rules at all - and began to flatter her at all angles. Shopkeeper Liang has many contacts and magical powers. Why didn't I ask you for help? Can’t see Taishan with eyes, etc. etc.…
In the end, Su Qingluan also promised shopkeeper Liang to cook him a kind of food that he had never cooked for anyone else before, to make up for the resentment of making blood sausage but not his share.
...It took me a long time because everyone had snatched up the blood sausage last time, so I was having trouble here.
Su Qingluan thought to herself that Shopkeeper Liang was already in his forties, so why was he still acting like a child? But thinking that the other party had helped me so much, let alone one meal, even ten meals could be done.
...So she also owed a thank-you banquet to the Liu family and Mu Xingzhi respectively... Thinking of this, Su Qingluan always felt that her "debt" was growing like a snowball, reaching the point where her credit was in jeopardy.
Thinking that she had to pay some back first, Su Qingluan quickly asked: "Uncle Liang, what do you want to eat?"
"How do I know what else you will do?" Liang Youdao muttered, but added, "I like delicious food, not sweet and sour food, but salty food!"
Su Qingluan took a peek at the opponent's general's belly: "..."
Aware of Su Qingluan's gaze, Shopkeeper Liang tightened his stomach and said with a loud voice: "Autumn has come recently, I will put on autumn fat!"
Okay, another "autumn fat" person, my little brother and you still have a good heart?
Although she was holding back her laughter secretly, Su Qingluan didn't dare to laugh out loud for fear of completely making shopkeeper Liang furious. So he nodded and said: "When I finish working these days, I will definitely show my skills to Uncle Liang."
"Huh, do I miss your food? Let's talk about it after you finish your little stall!" After saying that, he waved his hand to chase people away, "Hurry up and do your work, you are getting in the way here!"
Seeing that the boy next to him was so frightened by Shopkeeper Liang's yin and yang aura that he didn't even dare to take a breath, Su Qingluan shrugged: She had better retreat quickly, otherwise she would probably endanger Chi Yu again if she stayed any longer. She would be guilty of that. .
After coming out of Hongfu Building, Su Qingluan looked at the shops that he had just marked out - they were all not found before and were in Lefeng Town.
What made her happy was that even without relying on any connections and simply relying on "shopping around" comparisons, Su Qingluan herself chose five or six shops on Shopkeeper Liang's recommendation list.
What she has to do now is to visit the remaining shops one by one to see if it is possible to lower the prices of various exterior decorations, or if there are more skilled craftsmen.
After all, if the sales target is a wealthy family, and most of them are women, then on the premise that the quality of the jam is guaranteed, no matter how beautiful the outer packaging is, it is not an exaggeration.
Of course, this kind of beauty cannot be based on infinitely high production costs, otherwise the original profit margin will be greatly reduced, and the back and forth will not be worth the gain - after all, if you are not going to mass-produce a large number of goods, there is no need to follow the "small profits, big profits" What's more, blindly increasing the cost of outer packaging will not achieve the effect of "small profits but quick turnover".
It is necessary to choose the optimal solution partner, and there are multiple options with their own merits in each direction, which will definitely make people with difficulty in choosing feel collapsed.
But Su Qingluan couldn't collapse, and had to constantly compare horizontally and vertically, so he had to rush between different stores many times.
This was definitely a physically demanding project. After running all afternoon, Su Qingluan felt that her mouth was dry and her legs seemed to be filled with lead. When she got home, she fell on the bed like a dead dog, motionless. Ken moved.
Of course, dinner was cooked by Yang - it was completely dark when Su Qingluan got home, the food was already prepared, and she was just waiting for her to eat.
Seeing Su Qingluan's weak look, Yang felt very distressed: "How come you two are so tired that you feel like your skin has been peeled off?"
Su Qingluan looked at his father after hearing this, and saw a face that was also tired and hopeless.
After the two people exchanged a few "experiences" with each other, Yang was speechless: "You two are like father and son. Each one has a more stubborn temper than the other. The work cannot be completed in one day, so why push yourself so hard?" tight?"
No wonder Yang complained so much. In fact, the reason why both of them are so tired is entirely because of perfectionism that is comparable to obsessive-compulsive disorder - if only the plan could be optimized, if only it could be done better. Enough……
Su Qingluan couldn't help but murmur: Could it be that my father in this life is also a Virgo?
