The value of tobacco goes without saying. An important source of contemporary national defense is tobacco. In this era of poor material enjoyment, if you make your own tobacco, it would be like selling drugs.
As for chili peppers, this taste did not appear in the Song Dynasty. If people wanted to eat spicy food, they could only use pungent ingredients such as dogwood, ginger, etc. Liang Chuan can guarantee that this kind of crop is hard to find!
"My dear friend, God will bless you!" Liang Chuan also said in agreement.
Hussein listened to Liang Chuan talk about Allah. Although he did not sincerely admit that he was a believer in Allah, those who believed in Allah were all his brothers and sisters. This was not wrong.
Liang Chuan is a complete atheist. Of course, his belief is somewhat shaken in this life, because he has witnessed miracles. If there is no god, how could such a thing happen to him?
But although Allah is also very great, for Liang Chuan, he still can't believe in the gods who come to his hometown, so how can he believe in the gods who come here. But such a sentence may have narrowed the distance between him and Hussein, even though the two men have evil intentions towards each other!
Otherwise, it was because the value of the few cash crops Liang Chuan needed was too terrible. Needless to say, chili peppers can satisfy your craving for hot pot even if they are not for sale! As for tobacco, anyone who knows the world's top 500 companies must know that the tobacco companies in our great country disdain to comment on the top 500 companies. .
Liang Chuan wrote to Hussein in detail the appearance, smell, and taste of tobacco and chili peppers. At first Hussein thought it was something ordinary, but after listening to Liang Chuan's explanation, he realized he knew nothing about it. I used to be very confident, but now I am confused.
Liang Chuan originally didn't have much hope, because the historical records of these two things did not enter the country until the Ming Dynasty. History may be advanced or forgotten. No one knows the accurate historical truth.
He originally wanted to comfort this foreign friend and not let him lose confidence, but who knew that he instead comforted Liang Chuan and said: "God will definitely bless us to find these two things. My hands are full of water, so don't worry."
In order to stimulate Hussein's enthusiasm to find these two things, Liang Chuan gave a death order: "If you don't find these two things, then I will have to sell this formula to others."
Hussein didn't know why the treacherous Liang Chuan valued these two things so much, but he had to find them first, both in order to change the formula and to study these two things, just in case they were also good things. .
The business has not been concluded, so Hussein now wants to go back quickly so that he can learn about these two things.
Liang Chuan asked him why he didn't want to bring some mosquito coils back.
Hussein smiled and said: "Your current production is too small. I don't like this small amount of goods. If you want to buy it, I will buy a boat at once. This business is profitable enough."
Liang Chuan said to He Baozheng: "Look, this is a big business. I've told you to buy a ship at once. This business needs to be bigger. It can produce hundreds of pieces at a time. When a big business happens, Others are interested in the business. "
Liang Chuan's current price is forty cents for a piece of mosquito repellent incense. Apart from the regular supply to two restaurants, He Baozheng only has a few hundred coils of incense on hand. In the eyes of Hussein, the business of these few dollars was not even mosquito meat. He was a big business person.
After sending Hussein away, He Baozheng looked at Liang Chuan and his eyes were wrong. This is twenty taels of gold, not twenty taels of silver. Sanlang said he didn't want it, so he didn't want it. Oh my God, I saw a piece of mosquito coils. It can be sold for forty cents, and my legs are starting to tremble. It's so irritating that people are so different from each other.
When Hussein left, the people in the village spontaneously organized to watch the monkey. . Just like welcoming the top pick in high school, a large crowd surrounded Hussein, and the two black bodyguards almost lit up their knives several times.
It is impossible for Liang Chuan to hand over the formula of mosquito repellent incense prematurely. Lao He's current market is not even open. Only two restaurants have taken a fancy to his mosquito repellent incense, and the popularity and usage cannot keep up. One day, Hussein will Because they have become bigger and stronger, the market only recognizes the mosquito-repellent incense produced by their family. In the future, no matter what He Baozheng does, he will not be able to sell the mosquito-repellent incense.
We can only wait until Lao He is almost done. At least everyone knows that the first company to make is He Lu’s mosquito-repellent incense, which is the most authentic and original craftsmanship. After the market has a certain acceptance of He Lu’s mosquito-repellent incense, we will consider it again. If we let this technology go out, it doesn't matter if others are producing it at that time. Anyway, everyone only recognizes our Helu mosquito coils. If Hussein wants to sell it, then he should go to Nanyang to sell it.
Intellectual property rights are also a huge source of profits, Liang Chuan said with emotion. No wonder every time Wong Lao Kat and Jia Duobao have their grudges, the latter wants to bleed and spend money to settle the matter.
"Old He, our mosquito-repellent incense has even attracted the attention of international friends, which shows that it is really useful, so people have traveled thousands of miles to buy the formula in our small mountain village. Now, on the one hand, you have to think about how to expand production. Then I tell you, we have to do this advertisement." Liang Chuan began to think about how to start this sunrise industry before others seize the market.
"You said it, I'll do it!" He Baozheng patted his chest.
"Can the Fengshan Wanda store receive the materials now?"
"Of course I can harvest it, and I've received a lot of it. I've wanted to tell you for a long time to expand the production. I haven't seen you in the past few days."
After the people of Fengshan knew that there were people collecting kudzu root and camphor tree powder that no one was eating now, some people would pick some while going up the mountain to collect firewood, and then sell these things to Ye Xiaochai when they came down from the mountain. In the beginning, only a few people dug these. Later, people who went up the mountain to cut firewood discovered that this was a slightly profitable way, and more people started doing it. So now He Baozheng doesn't worry much about raw materials.
"Remember to make some more molds and explain them to your old friend."
"Sanlang, what do you mean by advertising?"
"We can use some pictures or words to make our mosquito coils more famous. This is advertising." This new term can only be understood by He Baozheng using real objects, and it is useless to talk about it.
"Do you know anyone who is good at drawing and writing?" There are no printing shops or advertising design shops for advertising now, so it takes a lot of effort.
Painting in ancient times had a poor taste, and few people could make a difference by relying on this industry. A few people painted for entertainment and entertainment after becoming rich. There are very few people who would think of doing this if they spend their entire lives painting and ruining their paintings for three generations.
He Baozheng thought for a moment and said: "Mr. Meng is good at it. His writing and painting are both first-rate. Before he got into trouble, many people came to Fengshan to communicate with him and ask for advice."
He didn't expect Meng Liangchen to be good at this skill. Liang Chuan could guess that he could write well. He didn't expect that he could also be good at painting, which surprised him.
The school has not started classes yet, Meng Liangchen is basically at home now, and he is rarely seen even outside the house. Liang Chuan funded him a large amount of money, which was enough for him to study at home without worrying about material things.
Liang Chuan took a plate of mosquito coils to Meng Liangchen's home. He Baozheng led the way, and Liang Chuan had not been to Meng Liangchen's house for so long.
Wandering around on the small roads in the village, He Baozheng was not very familiar with it. He asked every house he passed and finally found Meng Liangchen's house before dark.
Meng Liangchen's home is also at the foot of the mountain, but Liangchuan is at the end of the village and his home is at the head of the village. Liang Chuan smiled when he saw this house. It was exactly the same as his previous house. It was considered to be the two most dilapidated thatched cottages in Helu. It looked crumbling. God was about to give a great job to this person, so he must first suffer from his will.
Liang Chuan patted the door knocker, and the thin wooden door panel opened with a creak. Meng Liangchen's mother walked to the door tremblingly with her presbyopic eyes open, "Who are you?" It was dark, and she couldn't see the figures clearly.
"Auntie, it's Liang Chuan, Sanlang!" He Baozheng said in a loud voice, fearing that the old man was deaf.
"Huh? Is it Liang Sanlang?" Mother Meng grabbed Liang Chuan's hand with tears streaming down her face, "Come in quickly, don't stand at the door. I've been waiting for you to come, my benefactor."
Liang Chuan walked into this talented man's home with a smile. It was a replica of Liang Chuan's previous home. The poverty of the family was not enough to describe the poverty of the family. Except for a bright oil lamp placed on Meng Liangchen's desk, there was no other light at home. There was a broken desk with books piled like a mountain on the table, two broken tables, and a simple ancient book shelf full of books, with nothing left.
The house is just like Liang Chuan's original home. Although it is small and cold, it is kept spotlessly clean. All the items are neat and clean, giving people a warm feeling. On an old bamboo bed lay a rag, and a needle and thread in a bamboo basket, and the needlework was half done.
Meng Liangchen was reading under the oil lamp when he saw Liang Chuan coming. He was not surprised or surprised. He raised his eyelids and continued to read his book. He said lightly: "Here he comes!" As expected, a An old friend came to visit after a long absence.
"What are you reading?" Liang Chuan asked curiously.
""Man at the Trough"" Meng Liangchen still didn't even raise his eyelids.
The two chatting makes people feel that the relationship between the two people is very tense, but if you look closely, it is like two old friends. They understand each other's behavior and face each other with their truest attitude. In the eyes of others, it is rude. But they didn't take it seriously.
"Uh..." Liang Chuan only knew a book called "Zizhi Tongjian" and a "Yueyang Tower Notes", but he had almost forgotten the others. As for food and people's food, he had never even heard of it and couldn't follow the conversation at all.
"Sanlang, please sit on the bed. We don't even have a decent stool at home. I'm sorry for you." Mother Meng asked the two of them to sit on the bed.
