Early the next morning, Song Che was still playing chess with Duke Zhou when he felt a push on his chest:
"Get up, get up..."
Song Che's sleepy eyes were slightly opened, and he glanced out the window, but it was still dim. Looking at his chest again, he saw a beautiful lady with disheveled hair and bags under her eyes, but her eyes were so wide open.
Song Che smiled lightly and turned to his side to continue sleeping: "It's still early, let me sleep for a while..."
"No!" Shen Wenjun pulled the quilt, "Listen, there are shouts and shouts outside the street, which means that the morning market has opened. It's better to go early than late. After all, there are three thousand kilograms of wine."
Song Che smiled and said, "Let the market open in the morning. I won't leave the market."
"How can you sell wine if you don't go out to the market?" Shen Wenjun was surprised.
"Madam, have you ever heard that 'the aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys'? Someone will come to buy it soon." Song Che grabbed the quilt, wrapped Shen Wenjun in it, and said with a smile: "Look at your swollen eyes." It looks like I must have lost sleep last night, so hurry up and squint for a while."
"Alas...how can you be so confident?"
"You know something in your heart, so you are confident; if you know something in your heart, you are reckless... Madam, the flesh on your waist is really thick."
"Disgusting!"
gradually.
The morning light is getting brighter.
There was an urgent sound of carriages and horses outside the window.
"Coming?" Shen Wenjun raised his head.
"Well, here we come." Song Che slowly got up and got dressed.
At another moment, Shen Fang's voice sounded outside the guest room: "Sister, brother-in-law, come out quickly. The owners of all the major wine shops and wine shops in the city are clamoring to buy your wine!"
Song Che responded: "Excuse me, uncle, please greet me with breakfast first. Remember to send a bottle of wine to each family. We will go downstairs later."
Half an hour later.
The two got dressed, walked out of the guest room, and then went down the stairs when they heard a burst of praise:
"The entrance is soft, the throat is thin, the lower belly is burning for 70%, and the mellowness is 30%...good wine, good wine!"
"I, Li Du, have been in the wine shop for more than thirty years, and I have never tasted such delicious spirits!"
"This wine is powerful!"
Nine times out of ten, the bosses who can open wine shops and wine shops are experienced alcoholics. You can tell which wine is good or bad after just one taste.
Every wine shop owner is surrounded by three or two followers, all of whom are over fifty years old and have red wine noses. They are all wine commanders who control the wine shop.
"What magic did you cast to bring all the old drunkards in the city together?" Shen Wenjun asked in a low voice.
Song Che smiled and said, "Yesterday I sent two taels to every wine shop. If someone appreciates the good wine, naturally someone will buy it."
"Everyone, the master who brewed this wine is here!" Shen Fang pointed at Song Che in the stairwell and shouted.
All the drunkards looked at her and walked up the stairs. Some came forward to greet her, or stood up and put their hands in their hands. Most of them praised her for the good wine, the young and promising person, the talented man and the beautiful woman.
Song Che simply stood at the entrance of the stairs, condescendingly speaking, and said loudly: "You are all good drinkers. You can tell whether a wine is good or bad after one taste. I don't need to say more. I invite you all to come here this morning for one purpose. Then It’s just selling wine!”
After saying that, he clapped his hands.
The waiter pushed five large carts of wine bottles into the front hall.
"There are two thousand cents of fine wine here. The starting price is five hundred cents. Is there any boss willing to take it away?" Song Che asked loudly.
"Such a good wine, the price is not expensive, I want five hundred coins!"
"I'll pay you six hundred cents!"
"Seven hundred coins!"
"Eight hundred!"
"..."
"I am lucky enough to have tasted palace jade liquor in the past, and it does not taste like this... Two thousand coins, I want them all!"
A middle-aged fat man with a wealthy figure and a mustache raised his arms and shouted. Thinking about it, he should be regarded as the most wealthy person among this group of drunkards. When he paid a high price of two thousand yuan, the others were speechless.
"I, Huang Longlang, never find it too expensive to buy wine. I just want it to taste right. Boss Song, are you satisfied with the price?" asked the fat middle-aged man.
The corners of Song Che's mouth raised slightly. The price was nearly thirty times higher than the market price. Of course he was satisfied: "Boss Huang is really a man who knows wine. This new wine was sealed yesterday. If it is stored in the cellar, it will last for three and a half months." It must be more mellow.”
Huang Longlang said proudly: "That's natural. I, Huang Longlang, have been drinking since I was eight years old. It has been thirty-two years ago. If I don't have wine for three meals a day, my whole body will be like an ant crawling. But I can't get drunk after a thousand cups. It's hard to find a rival in the wine shop." , Looking at the whole Jiangnan, who doesn’t call me the ‘Wine King’?”
He changed the topic again, blushed and laughed: "But I just drank a big bowl of Boss Song's wine, uh... I do have some strength, hehehe..."
A large bowl of 40-proof liquor weighs at least one kilogram. No matter how good an old drinker is, he will get drunk if he swallows it.
Song Che clapped his hands and said, "Okay! Then I'll sell it all to Boss Huang for two thousand cents!"
"Hey, boss Song, you only have these five carts of wine, right? I just hesitated for a moment at the two thousand yuan, and didn't say not to buy it?"
"That's right, let's brew a few thousand kilograms more. Although we are not as wealthy as Boss Huang, we can still afford it."
What drunkard is not greedy for a drink?
Everything was as expected by Song Che. He first sighed: "To be honest with you, I am selling wine this time for the competition of the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce, so I only made two thousand jiao, but there is no extra... This, This, this...good!"
He patted his thigh and said, "Since the bosses are so sincere, I will prepare several thousand kilograms more when I go down. However, good wine needs to settle and it will be difficult to deliver it in a while. If the bosses can trust Song, you can record it in the bank book first." .”
As he said that, he winked at Shen Wenjun who was standing aside.
Shen Wenjun understood and hurriedly took out the pen and ink of the silver book and greeted everyone: "Please rest assured, this silver book is issued by Yang's bank. You only need to write down the amount and price, stamp it with the official seal or fingerprint, and pay Yang after the goods arrive. Just go to your bank and we won’t charge a penny of the price difference.”
"With Yang's Bank as a guarantee, my doubts are gone... I'll reserve 500 cents!"
"I reserve eight hundred cents!"
"I'll book 800 cents too!"
More than 30 wine shops and wine shop owners have left their names and stamps on the silver book.
"Everyone, I, Song Che, hereby promise that we will deliver the goods to your doorstep within one month. However, we need to remind you that because it is a bank account, once an order is made, it is non-returnable and non-exchangeable. Please be informed!"
"Harmful! The Shen family is famous for its splendid beauty in the south of the Yangtze River. We can rest assured that we are doing business with big merchants!"
After finishing accounting, Song Che sent the guests out one by one.
After all the customers were gone, he turned back to the counter and asked, "How was it? How many were sold?"
Shen Fang was reading the numbers aside, while Shen Wenjun moved the abacus meticulously. Finally, she pressed the abacus with both hands, raised her head and said tremblingly: "Twenty thousand... five hundred cents, one dime and two taels of silver, that's... just It’s forty thousand and one hundred taels!”
"Is it enough for our Shen family to be on the list?" Song Che asked with a smile.
"Enough! Enough!" Shen Wenjun was so excited that his eyes became wet.
"What time is it now?"
"It's almost time!"
"Then why don't you hurry up and take the silver book to claim the award?!"
"Just come, come!"
Shen Wenjun put the bankbook into his sleeves, stretched out the counter and turned it out, and ran out of the inn hand in hand with Song Che.
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