"Miss Wu does have some business acumen. I believe that the chalk matter will be successful in all likelihood." Li Qian said with a slight smile.
"Then why didn't she ask the boss first how she wanted to sell the chalk?" Yun Niang couldn't help but ask.
"A smart businessman will not negotiate the price first. When she calculates the benefits, she will naturally come to negotiate with me." Li Qian said.
The cost of making chalk is not high, and the craftsmanship is not difficult, but the key is to have gypsum, and there are very few people who know gypsum, so apart from him, there is probably no one in the entire Dacheng Dynasty who can make such a thing.
"Master, you deliberately bought so much cotton yarn at her cloth shop, and then you were sure that Miss Wu would come over in person. You also happened to let her see the chalk, and you guessed that she would be tempted, right?" Yun Niang He pondered for a moment and said.
Li Qian glanced at his wife in surprise, "Yun Niang, how could you think of this?"
"I just feel that after all, the head of the house is different from others, and there is a reason for everything he does. For example, if he takes in the refugees, the head of the house must give them a bite to eat. And just after taking in the refugees, the head of the house comes up with chalk. Yes, the boss also said just now that the things made are for people to use, so I feel that the boss had such a plan early on."
Yun Niang blushed slightly and said, after all, she had never said so many words to the head of the house, and she didn't know if what she said was right.
Li Qian clapped his hands and smiled. His wife really surprised him.
"Yun Niang, you are right. This is indeed my plan. We can't always raise those women and children like this. Making chalk can be done by adults and children. I also want them to understand that they can do it too. Producing value.”
Then, he sighed, "Originally, I planned to let the villagers participate in this matter, but they seem to be very disdainful of what the refugees do. Forget it, I won't force some things."
"Master, I'm still very surprised. You and Miss Wu are not familiar with each other. How did you know her temperament so accurately?" Yun Niang asked.
Li Qian smiled and said, "Even if I am not familiar with her, I have heard of her reputation to some extent. It is precisely because of her reputation that she has a stronger ambition and hopes to prove it to others. Facts It proves that she did not disappoint me.”
"Actually, I bought so much cotton yarn because I needed it. I just had an indifferent attitude as to whether Miss Wu could come to Beiba Village, because even if she didn't come, I would still show the chalk in front of her. .”
"I have no intention of doing business, and I don't want to let you show up in public, so I have to find a suitable person to do this business for me. Looking at the whole Ander Town, there is no one more suitable except her."
Yun Niang's cheeks turned red, "Head of the family, I'm too stupid. I don't know anything except some needlework. It's right for you to find someone else."
"Yun Niang, you can't underestimate yourself. I'm afraid you are the one who understands me best in this world. I said you are my lucky star and the greatest wealth in my life!"
Li Qian really wanted to hold Yun Niang in his arms, but now that there were more and more people at home, he had to give up. It seemed that building a big house was really necessary.
Yun Niang's eyes couldn't help but become moist again. In fact, she wanted to lean into Li Qian's arms, but now, it was really inappropriate...
"Xianxian, what did you talk about with Li Qian?"
When Zhuang Xiaodie saw Wu Xianxian coming out of the house, she immediately approached him and asked.
Wu Xianxian carefully placed the wooden box containing the chalk on the carriage, and then said, "Xiaodie, why did you lie to me?"
Zhuang Xiaodie was startled, "Xianxian, what did I lie to you?"
"You keep saying that Li Qi'an is a bastard. How can he be such a bastard? He has a clear mind, speaks well, and is like a scholar. How can he look like a bastard?" Wu Xianxian glared at Zhuang Xiaodie.
