After Zhao Chuan finished writing, the southern drug dealer finished reading it. The drug dealer breathed a sigh of relief after reading it.
Wang Decai, the shopkeeper of the drug store, was a little confused after seeing it, but he didn't say anything when he saw the southern druggist smiling at him.
Wang Decai said that there are a lot of these medicinal materials. I don’t know how many copies of each are needed, and the prices are different, so let’s negotiate a price first.
Zhao Chuan and Wang Decai sat next to each other, with only a coffee table between them.
After Wang Decai finished speaking, he put down his rolled-up sleeves. He looked at Zhao Chuan's sleeves and saw that he was wearing a young man's Pianpian shirt with tight cuffs. He paused and looked up at the counter somewhere.
When the waiter standing by the counter saw it, he glanced at the counter and hurriedly picked up a piece of folded silk cloth on the counter and handed it to Wang Decai. Wang Decai nodded approvingly and smiled at him.
Wang Decai shook off the silk cloth, covered his right hand, looked at Zhao Chuan and smiled.
Zhao Chuan didn't understand what the king meant by getting wealth, so he smiled at him.
Wang Decai stretched out his right hand to hold Zhao Chuan's right hand, and pulled the silk cloth with his left hand to cover both his right hands.
Zhao Chuan was a little stunned.
What will this king do to get wealth? And in front of so many people.
Is it a ceremony to express the gift of friendship?
"There are so many medicinal materials, and there is no indication of the quantity per catty on the back of each item. What does Mr. Zhao want to do with it?" Wang Decai asked.
"This, everything..." Zhao Chuan paused.
Under the silk cloth, Wang Decai held Zhao Chuan's fist. Zhao Chuan thought it was a friendly gesture, so he stretched out his fist and grasped the other person's palm.
Wang Decai smiled and asked whether this number should be measured by kilograms or taels?
"Just weigh it, you can decide how much." Zhao Chuan took the other person's hand and shook it, indicating that you were kidding. Who can I prescribe medicine to? How much money does it cost? The weight doesn’t count. It’s calculated by the catty. Is this treating cattle?
Wang Decai opened his eyes wide, "Are you sure?" "
"Well, it's not a big deal." Zhao Chuan smiled.
"What about the price?" Wang Decai asked again, still holding Zhao Chuan's hand, "Should we discuss and price each medicinal ingredient on the list?"
"Hey, what's our relationship? It's up to you. They came all the way, so we can't let them suffer too much. Just add a little more to the normal price." After saying this, Zhao Chuan shook his palm again.
In fact, Zhao Chuan did not know the original price of these medicinal materials.
It’s funny to think about it. Is this talking about business? Is this playing a game?
Wang Decai's eyes opened even wider, and he held Zhao Chuan's hand tighter, "Mr. Zhao is so generous and loyal! Are you sure about the price you mentioned?"
Zhao Chuan wanted to withdraw his hand, but the two grown men kept holding it. What a mess. He shook it hard again and said, "OK, sure, okay, that's it."
Zhao Chuan finally withdrew his hand and secretly cursed you, Wang Decai, for what the hell, you just shook hands and still pulled them so tightly.
"It's done!" Wang Decai also took back his hand, very excited, and told the two southern drug dealers to go back and prepare.
"When will the delivery be delivered?" Wang Decai asked Zhao Chuan.
Zhao Chuan looked at the waiter at the inn and said there was no rush. I would go back to the inn to take care of some things in two days. After that, he got up to leave.
"Then, have I prepared the medicinal materials I ordered before for you tomorrow? Will you come to the store tomorrow?" Wang Decai said quickly.
"Okay, see you later!" Zhao Chuan left the store as a gift.
The waiter hurriedly followed Zhao Chuan.
"Young Master, are you originally a purchaser of medicinal materials?" the waiter asked as he walked.
Zhao Chuan said no, he was just a doctor.
"Then why do you need so many medicinal materials?"
It was almost the time of Youshi, and many stalls on the street, including shops along the street, were preparing to close their stalls or close.
"It's not much." Zhao Chuan replied casually, "It's just for regular medical treatment."
"That's not much, isn't it? The medicine store owner said before that he couldn't get this much, saying that it would be enough for the whole town to take for ten years if people are sick every day. If you want more medicinal materials, I'm afraid it will be enough for the entire Nanfeng County to take for ten years!"
The exaggerated expression of the waiter at the inn made Zhao Chuan amused. "Let's go quickly. It's getting late. It's time to go back and have dinner." Zhao Chuan said.
After walking a few steps, Zhao Chuan suddenly stopped and said, "You go back to the inn first. I have to go back and go somewhere else. I'll go back later."
The waiter said that's fine, you first give me the money for the coffin in the morning. The shopkeeper of the coffin shop has been waiting for me in the shop, which caused me to be scolded by my own shopkeeper and come out to find you.
Zhao Chuan smiled awkwardly and said that he had no money. The reason why I want to go somewhere else now is to borrow money. You go back first, I will go back later.
"No way, young master, do you only have these thirty taels of silver? Then the medicinal materials you asked for just now cost tens of thousands of taels of silver. Where did the money come from?" The waiter stared in shock.
"Tens of thousands of taels of silver? My dear, you can't do it, right?" Zhao Chuan asked, "When will I want tens of thousands of taels of medicinal materials?"
"Look at you, when you are negotiating business with the shopkeeper of a drugstore, you use sleeve language to discuss pricing and quantity when closing the deal, right? From your expressions and the changing contours of your palms and fingers under the cloth, I can guess what the price is. I used to I also worked as a clerk in a trading company, so I understand."
"Sleeve language?" Zhao Chuan was stunned, "What is sleeve language?"
The waiter stamped his feet, "Young Master, aren't you pretending to be confused? When you talk about business, you don't even understand sleeve language?"
Zhao Chuan screamed inwardly, he really didn't understand the secrets of trading. Although his adoptive father used to be the shopkeeper of the Zhao Family Trading Company in Zhao Mansion, he had never discussed this knowledge with him, and he had never gone out to discuss business with him. .
Zhao Chuan said that I am just a doctor. When it comes to medical skills, I am an expert and know a lot. When it comes to business, I am really a layman.
Seeing that Zhao Chuan really didn't understand this, the waiter explained to Zhao Chuan on the spot:
When buyers and sellers are negotiating prices, it would be inconvenient to negotiate with their mouths when clearly stating the price. Therefore, both parties put their hands in their sleeves or cover them with a piece of cloth and negotiate the price by pulling their fingers.
When negotiating the price, you will use pull-hand transactions, which means that you stretch out your hand to make a price, and then the buyer makes a counter-offer. Everything is negotiated privately in the sleeves. In order to prevent others from knowing the price you have offered, you use the commonly used method in commercial firms. The price is indicated by gestures, and when the buyer and seller agree, the transaction can be concluded.
Pinch the index finger to indicate one; pinch the index finger and middle finger to indicate two; add the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger to indicate three; add the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger to the little finger to indicate four; extend all five fingers to indicate five...
"Okay, okay, according to the rules in the sleeves you mentioned, the palm I stretched out just now means four?" Zhao Chuan asked.
"Not only does it mean four, you also shake it back and forth three times. If the number repeats, shake it once in the sleeve. Shake the number of portions you asked for before, indicating that each portion is forty-four pounds. When setting the price, you shake it twice. , indicating that the price is increased by 40% from the normal price." The waiter moved his hands to demonstrate to Zhao Chuan.
"Oh, let's do the math. With so many medicinal materials, young master, how many tens of thousands of taels of silver can it cost? He might be planning to have someone ship the goods here again from the place of origin!" The waiter looked at Zhao Chuansheng helplessly. Looks like, sighing.
Oops, I'm so proud of myself, now I'm pretending to be a big-tailed wolf. Zhao Chuan regretted it endlessly. He needed so much medicine that even every medical clinic in this small town couldn't use it.
When the waiter saw Zhao Chuan thinking blankly, he sighed to himself that he was unlucky. If he went back empty-handed, he would not only be ridiculed by the shopkeeper of the coffin shop, but also be scolded by his own shopkeeper. Alas, the past two days have been miserable. .
The waiter sighed, where did this young master come from? He looked like a young master, but he said he was a doctor. He had no money but ordered expensive medicinal materials. Did he really let water flood his brain and resurrect after death? Something went wrong...
No matter what, I can't even get thirty taels of silver out now. It seems that Ling Dian is not a rich owner.
When the waiter thought of this, he planned to go back alone, because Zhao Chuan said he was going somewhere else to try to borrow money.
The waiter walked a few steps and suddenly remembered something. He turned around and called to Zhao Chuan who was walking far away.
"What's the matter?" Seeing the waiter running over, Zhao Chuan stood still.
"Your little follower is back." The waiter said.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Zhao Chuan scolded, "My money is all on her. Now that I have money, let's go together."
The waiter was happy when he heard this and hurriedly followed Zhao Chuan towards the inn.
"Oh, your little follower was brought back by a Taoist nun. The Taoist nun called herself Hunyuanzi and said that our inn was unclean. Because of this, our shopkeeper even had a quarrel with the Taoist nun." The waiter followed behind. Said again.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Chuan turned around sharply and grabbed the waiter's arm, "Can you finish talking together? That Taoist nun calls herself Hunyuanzi? When did she come to the inn? What does she look like? How old is she?"
"Ouch, it hurts!" the waiter grinned, "He came in the afternoon, he's in his forties or fifties, he's ugly, and he's quite tall."
It must be her. Zhao Chuan let go of the waiter's arm, turned around and hurried away.
These seven girls took the medicine given by Young Master Jin Yi and his gang, and their cultivation was ruined. Now they were caught by Hun Yuanzi. It seemed that they were destined to be in trouble.
Thinking about this Hunyuanzi, Zhao Chuan felt so angry that his teeth itched with hatred. If it hadn't been for me last time, these seven girls would have been killed by Hunyuanzi, and that time Hunyuanzi also sealed her Zhongdantian Tanzhong point, which caused her to have no cultivation for a long time and be bullied everywhere.
There was wind at Zhao Chuan's feet and he soon arrived at the door of the inn.
It was the middle of the day, and the front hall of the inn was full of diners.
The waiter was panting from behind, "Young Master, you walked too fast. I forgot to say something: The old Taoist nun came to the inn and left after a while."
Zhao Chuan no longer cared about the waiter's nagging and immediately asked him, "How many people came and how many people left?"
"There were two of us when we came, she and your follower, and we were two when we left. She and the woman who lived next door to your guest room were the so-called princess she rescued last time. She was the woman who never wanted to eat or drink."
Zhao Chuan said no more, walked through the front hall of the inn, and went straight to the guest room on the second floor.
As soon as we got to the second floor, there was a fat man squatting with his head down at the door of the guest room. He was not very old, but looked like he was in his twenties or thirties.
Seeing Zhao Chuan coming up, he hurriedly stood up and asked, "But the distinguished guest who used my coffin this morning?"
I really admire this shopkeeper. He can wait for someone to ask for the account like this. This little shopkeeper of the coffin shop is a bit stupid.
Zhao Chuan ignored him, opened the guest room and walked in, but there was no one inside, not even Qi Yatou.
"Sir, do you live in this house?" the little fat man asked again.
Zhao Chuan did not answer but asked: "When did you come to wait at this door?"
"After breakfast... at most Chen hours." The little fat man said.
