"Shibo, how is the production of fine salt?" Kong Fang was at a loss for words.
Fang Shibo, who was kept in the dark, had a cold war and ended writing poems in real scenes.
"Now we can produce thousands of kilograms of fine salt per day. As workers become more skilled and improve their production skills, our production capacity will be greatly increased. Our production goal is to produce 10,000 kilograms per day."
The identity switches from a romantic poet to an industrial production manager in less than half a second.
As expected, life is terrifying!
"Eight thousand kilograms of fine salt have been stocked in the warehouse. I have discussed it with Boss Wu. He will pick up the salt tomorrow and put it on the market immediately. The price is set at fifty cents per kilogram."
One hundred coins in Daxing Dynasty was one tael of silver, one pound of fine salt was fifty coins, and one pound of coarse salt was five coins.
The price of fine salt is ten times that of fine salt. Fine salt is actually quite expensive.
But Kong Fang will not interfere. After all, the Wu family is a businessman and a professional, and they have their own reasons for setting this price.
Businessmen can't afford to be too early if they have no profit. Don't expect them to be so soft-hearted that they will give up or reduce the benefits they deserve.
Looking at the vast expanse of snow, Kong Fang's heart felt as warm as spring and filled to the brim. After he traveled to Daxing Dynasty, he wrote "Journey to the West" with the golden finger from time travel, raised pigs, made cement, and made salt...
Fifty thousand copies of the first volume of "Journey to the West" have been printed, and the printing of the second volume has begun. Mr. Luo is choosing an opportunity to release it.
Pig raising profits are slow, but the prospects are promising. There are more than 200 pigs in the pen and ten breeding pigs. They are all walking silver.
Cement has been gradually shipped to buyers, and orders are still increasing.
Although fine salt started a little later, its demand is undoubtedly the greatest. After all, everyone in life cannot live without salt. He is not worried that the price of coarse salt will rise, which will increase the cost of producing fine salt.
On the contrary, as fine salt becomes more popular in the market, its price will fall further. Because fine salt will fully occupy the table salt market, the only value of coarse salt is to provide raw materials for the production of fine salt.
The price of raw materials is no longer determined by the market, but by other parties.
This is what monopoly means.
In fact, in addition to pig raising, which he is willing to teach the world about, he will also seek to maintain a monopoly on cement and fine salt.
"Brother-in-law, let me do the math for you. If you sell books, cement, and salt, the profit you make in one year will exceed the Fang family's income in ten years. The Fang family is already a wealthy family. You said you make so much money? Well! How will we spend it?"
The naughty boy has a strange mind and is actually worried about having too much money.
Kong Fang glared at him fiercely.
"If you are rich, you can cook chickens every day. I will eat one and lose three, isn't that okay?"
"Do you dare?" Fang Shibo decisively despised.
"Unless you're not afraid of being hung again."
Kong goes berserk if he doesn't get it right. It is said that hitting someone is not a slap in the face, and exposing someone is not exposing their shortcomings, especially when there are outsiders around!
Can we still get along well with each other?
Sure enough, Fang Shibo's words aroused Ximen Feixue's interest.
"Shibo, is there a story in it?" He was very interested. The sudden drool mercilessly extinguished his strong thirst for knowledge.
"There is your sister!"
Fang Shibo didn't give him any face.
A bodyguard who loves to gossip is definitely not a qualified bodyguard. Although he is young, he is not confused. Ximen Feixue was asking for trouble, so he smiled and ignored the embarrassment.
Kong Fang is still satisfied with Fang Shibo's performance. Although he is a bear, he must have principles.
The monkey came in a hurry.
"Sir, it's bad, three of the brothers I sent out to search for the Five Evils in Jiangbei are dead." When Kong Fang heard this, he immediately lost his leisurely mood of admiring the snow.
His eyebrows twitched wildly.
"How could this happen? Where were they found?"
"Ever since I got the news that the Five Fiends from Jiangbei have sneaked into Qingcheng, I have been trying every means to find their whereabouts. Unfortunately, they are not only masters, but also very cunning. I have found nothing after several days."
"I even suspected that there was an error in the news. But I didn't dare to be careless and sent many people to keep looking. Today, three of them failed to report as scheduled. I had a premonition that something was wrong, so I sent people to look for them, but only three were found. A corpse.”
"They died in extremely miserable conditions. One's head was crushed; one's limbs were cut off and he bled to death; one was poisoned and his body was black and swollen."
"Based on their causes of death, they died at the hands of Ke Congliang, the big evil, Han Luzi, the second evil, and Bei Muren, the third evil. The fourth tiger, Wu Yinfa, and the fifth tiger, Yi Ruping, have not shown up yet."
Kong Fang shivered, it was so cold.
"Come on, let's go see the scene."
The monkey stopped him and said, "Master, shouldn't you try to show as little publicity as possible now? Go home quickly and don't stand at the door with nothing to do."
"The hidden weapons of the Four Evils can be used within a hundred meters. I really need to be careful."
It's okay if he didn't persuade him, but his advice only aroused Kong Fang's stubborn temper. He waved his hand and said, "Shi Bo, go get the horse. Since ancient times, evil has prevailed over good. I am the magistrate of Qinghe County. Am I still afraid of rogue bandits?" "
Fang Shibo and Ximen Feixue are both newborn calves. They are afraid of the big boss. They are afraid of a hammer.
The monkey was so anxious that he stamped his feet, but his arms couldn't twist his thighs. He could only secretly pray that the five evil spirits in Jiangbei would not come out from the cave where the cat was warming up at the moment.
He hurriedly gave a few words to the county government office and then followed them to lead the way.
"Brother-in-law, isn't this the way to the pig farm?"
Although there was heavy snow and poor visibility, finding the way was not a problem.
Kong Fang felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, and he asked the monkey leading the way: "Whose hands did the brother in this direction die at?"
"The second evil Han donkey."
Kong Fang thought again, "That guy who poisoned you?"
"Exactly!"
"Brother-in-law, does he want to poison our pigs?" Fang Shibo exclaimed.
Kong Fang glared at him dissatisfied.
Now that your brother has just died, you only care about the livestock and don't care about the deceased. Is it appropriate?
As a person, you cannot be blindly honest and just follow your feelings. Wear a mask when you should. After all, hypocrisy is sometimes a form of politeness.
The monkey was not as complicated as Kong Fang, and said: "Master, please don't worry, the accident happened two miles away from the pig farm, and I have already been to the pig farm, everything is fine there."
Look, this is talent.
It is important to have real talents and abilities, but the most important thing is to be able to think before the boss in everything and to be able to quietly share the boss's worries.
Kong Fang likes monkeys more and more.
