Just when Shen Youchu was waiting for him to come up with an idea to stop those people from making money from him.
Ning Wuyang lowered his head and continued to count the silver.
"It's okay to resell. This shows that the perfume has room for appreciation in their eyes, and it will only make the perfume more famous."
If consumables can become value-added goods, their market value will become more stable.
If a consumption concept is formed in this way, it will form a brand effect in a small way, and it will become a trust relationship between consumers in the brand in a big way.
For consumers, it may increase the burden, but for perfume shops, it is absolutely harmless.
Just like issuing currency, anyway, the terminal of perfume production is in his own hands. As long as the brand image does not collapse, making perfume is no different from making money.
"Letting them sell it like this can increase the reputation of the perfume? I see, why don't you care about it, Mr. Ning?" Shen Youchu didn't understand the twists and turns, so he felt relieved when he heard that he didn't care.
Ji Jin next to him also breathed a sigh of relief.
She seemed to have something to say, but when she saw Ning Wuxu counting the banknotes seriously, she didn't want to be disturbed. She could only sit on the bench and silently recite the poems she heard in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
again and again.
But her mind was no longer the same as before. Most of the time, the original handwriting written by Mr. Ning appeared in her mind, and occasionally Mr. Ning's face flashed across her mind.
But it was clear that Mr. Ning was right in front of her, but her mind was always filled with images of Mr. Ning writing poems and lyrics. Those poems floated around the images and gradually became transparent.
Ji Jin stared at Ning Wuyan's side face, and gradually panicked in her heart: she seemed to value Mr. Ning more than the poems he wrote!
"A total of 135,000 taels, finally checked exactly."
At this time, Ning Wuyan raised his head after counting the coins, and met the eyes of Ji Jin who had been staring at her. He was a little stunned.
He kept feeling someone staring at him with piercing eyes. He thought it was Miss Shen who liked to stare at his face in a daze, but unexpectedly it was Ji Jin.
Ning Wuyan wiped the half of his face that was being stared at with the back of his hand. He didn't wipe off the dirt, so he had to ask Ji Jin: "Is there something on my face?"
"Ah? There's nothing dirty...ah..." Ji Jin stood up in a hurry and explained awkwardly: "I didn't mean it, I just wanted to..."
"I know, Miss Ji wants to ask me about those poems on the second floor. How can I write immersive poems about places I have never been to?" Ning Wuyang was well prepared for these professional questions.
When Ji Jin was told about his perception, imagination, and writing proficiency, he convinced Ji Jin that he was a genius who could empathize with others and create poems just by listening to what others said about where they went. .
Anyway, he memorized the poem and wrote the lyrics, and he did not hide his true strength in the couplets. By maximizing his existing reputation, he would only feel that he was shameless, not shameless.
Who knows.
After he finished speaking, he saw that Ji Jin was still staring at his face, puzzled in his heart.
Did Miss Ji believe it or not?
"Mr. Ning, there is makeup and powder on your face mixed with sweat. I don't know which lady rubbed it on your face when she bought perfume. Why don't you go wash your face?" Shen Youchu was still pretending to be playful. He joked, breaking the somewhat awkward atmosphere between the two.
Ning Wuyan touched his cheek again, which was indeed wet with sweat. He didn't go too far. He picked up a bucket of water next to the pool where flowers were washed, and carefully washed his face and neck. He was steaming from the heat. Some of the brains above also woke up.
He looked towards Shen Ji and the other two, and suddenly realized that there were two more people in the backyard.
Zhou Jingxian sat motionless under the peach blossom tree, with leaves falling all over her shoulders, looking as if she was about to turn to stone.
She is obviously a beauty that can make people stunned at first glance, and her long legs are even more unforgettable, but for some reason, I forgot when she came, and why I stayed here for so long, and I didn't realize it. .
As for the other brother Cheng Yicheng... he was not far away, getting into the grass and teasing Daju with fish bones. His sleeves were scratched and his sleeves were untied, and he was still muttering: "Hiss! You fat cat" , you ate a small fry of mine, why are you still scratching me?"
"Brother Ning, have you finished counting the silver? I'm hungry!"
Cheng Yi felt his gaze, dropped the fish in his hand, patted the dog tail grass seeds on his body and walked over.
Ning Wuyang burst into laughter, and quickly found a box for the banknotes and money to put away. When he left the room, he moved the Eight Immortals table to the yard, and asked Yunfei to get the chairs.
"I was busy counting money, but I forgot to greet the guests. Are you hungry? If you don't mind, I will cook for you personally to make amends." Ning Wuyang said with a happy smile in his tone.
It sold for 135,000 taels of silver in half a day.
Although two thousand bottles will be finished in seven days, which will increase the manpower and increase the cost, after excluding all expenses, a net profit of 130,000 taels will be made!
This amount is money that many ordinary people in Jinling City would never dare to think of in their lifetime.
Even Ning Mansion's village and shops combined can only earn three thousand taels of silver a year. The perfume business is a huge profit.
It’s no wonder that Ye’s business has transformed from an ordinary wealthy businessman to one of the three wealthy businessmen in Jinling in the world of wealthy businessmen in just two years.
"Brother Ning, you made so much money today, and instead of inviting us to a meal at the best restaurant in Jinling, you actually have to cook it yourself?" Cheng Yi washed his hands with the bucket that Ning Wuhuang used to wash his face. I thought Cheng Yi thought he was stingy.
Cheng Yi waited until the sound of water calmed down, then said: "As expected of Brother Ning, whom I admire, your stingy ways are comparable to mine, but if it were me, I might go to Xiaoxiang Restaurant for a free meal. In the afternoon, Madam Madam When I came to get the perfume, didn't I invite you to have dinner when you have free time and enjoy the oiran's flying dance?"
Go to Xiaoxiang Pavilion for a meal?
Ning Wuyang thought this idea was indeed a good one.
If you have money, it will be useless if you don't spend it. The dinner you get for free is more delicious than the one you cook yourself.
In particular, he had heard mention of the oiran from the Xiaoxiang Pavilion several times, but he had never seen her before.
It was so happy to have nothing to do and listen to music... But when he saw Shen Youchu and Ji Jin's faces falling down because of these words, he thought that the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was not a suitable place for two girls to go, and he spoke righteously He waved his hand and refused: "We are still within the deadline for booking the venue in Anhou today, let's talk about it another day."
"Alas..." Cheng Yi sighed sadly because he didn't get a sumptuous dinner.
Looking at Ning Wuyan, who didn't have a trace of fireworks on his body or face, he expressed deep concern about whether he could have dinner here tonight: "Brother Ning, can you cook by yourself...?"
"Yes, Mr. Ning, you've been tired for a day, so why don't you go somewhere else to eat. If you think the teahouse and wine shop are too noisy, why not go to the island in the middle of the lake to eat. I'll ask the cook to cook whatever you want." Shen Youchu really wanted to see Master Ning's cooking skills.
Not to mention whether it tastes good or not, she can swallow it even if it's not cooked properly as long as she doesn't have diarrhea.
She was even more worried that Mr. Ning was not good at cooking and would have to worry about this meal.
Seeing how caring Shen Youchu was, Ning Wuyan couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cute little face.
The soft little face feels so good, I always want people to pinch it more.
"Master Ning, why are you pinching me?"
When Ning Wuyan lowered his head and saw Shen Youchu blinking in confusion, he was shocked to realize that this behavior was inappropriate.
If you want to withdraw your hand, it seems to be too late.
