Chapter 4: Need more money

Style: Historical Author: Luo Mo KeWords: 2234Update Time: 24/02/20 17:57:08
After everyone dispersed, Liu Ji closed the door and talked about the matter.

Uncle Fu still had a gloomy look on his face.

The master is not partial to the second young master, but he just sent the young master to Huainan, obviously for the purpose of training for the school entrance examination.

But now...

If it is after one month, the shop will be lost.

How should the young master explain to the master?

In addition, the second lady always talks a lot and likes to talk things into the ear of the master.

Will the young master still have a good life after he returns?

If Miss Quan Xia knew about it, I'm afraid she would be heartbroken!

It's useless! I failed to take good care of the young master.

For a moment, I felt like I was crying.

It's just that there are many long-term workers watching at the scene, so they can only tolerate it a little bit and can't lose face to the young master.

"Everyone! The matter of stealing the secret recipe is completely false. Don't worry, everyone, and continue to work in peace at Liuji."

"I make the decision. From now on, everyone's wages will increase by 10%."

When Gu Beichuan saw that everyone was looking at him, he lowered his voice and made his tone calm, giving people confidence.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the long-term workers who were still looking worried at first became happy.

The boss still has money for processing, but Liu Ji has never been able to fail.

Even if it fails, you can still open another one.

Only Uncle Fu looked even more worried after hearing this.

After appeasing people, Gu Beichuan dispersed the crowd, leaving only Zhang Chao, the accountant.

He said sternly: "There is no one left, tell me the whole story."

Zhang Chao knew that he couldn't hide it, so he told the whole story about how he encouraged the new waiter to sneak into Zhang Ji Liquor Shop to steal the secret recipe.

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed as if pounding garlic, saying while kowtowing:

"Boss, although I am guilty, I only think about it for the sake of the shop!"

"Zhang Ji has taken away a lot of business from the shop with Chunxiao in the past few years. If this continues, the shop will be closed sooner or later."

"I...I have no choice but to do so!"

"I have an old man above me and a young man below me. Please let me go. The young man will work seriously in the future to repay his kindness."

After hearing this, before Gu Beichuan said anything, Uncle Fu couldn't sit still.

"You thief! Liuji's shop is a relic left by the young lady to the young master. You have almost ruined the reputation of the shop and yet you dare to talk here!"

Uncle Fu is so angry. If it weren't for his old age and weakness, this thief would definitely be walking around without food today.

"Pay yourself one month's salary and leave Liu Ji."

"I have done my best to be kind and righteous, so don't make any more noise." Gu Beichuan looked cold.

Zhang Chao's heart trembled and he didn't dare to say anything anymore, so he had to say yes.

After Zhang Chao left, Gu Beichuan sighed.

It was really bad luck to encounter this kind of thing when I first arrived in Huainan.

"Master, what should I do after one month?" Uncle Fu asked, his tone full of worry.

"Don't worry, Uncle Fu. When I said there was a better recipe for wine, it was true. I never deceived you."

As soon as these words came out, Uncle Fu's eyes regained some sparkle, but he was still worried. He obviously knew who his young master was and didn't trust him very much.

"Uncle Fu, I'm going to work on the wine shop. You keep an eye on the shop and don't make any mistakes again."

Uncle Fu nodded and said, "Young master, don't worry, I'll save it."

...

In the west of Huainan City, although this place is not as lively as the south of the city and the center of the city, it can still be regarded as a place where people come and go.

The reason why I came here is because there is only a Liulician in the west of the city.

In ancient times, it was not easy to make good wine, just distill it.

It's just that Gu Beichuan wanted to use glass for this distillation utensil, but after asking around, he learned that Daqian hadn't made glass yet, so he had to settle for the next best thing and use colored glaze instead.

After arriving at Liuli Store, the boss was a middle-aged man with a mustache and looked a little shrewd.

Gu Beichuan directly stated his purpose: "Boss, I want a batch of glass bottles, can you make them?"

"Don't worry, sir, our shop is also an old glaze merchant. We can't make any bottles."

"This is no ordinary bottle."

"No matter how unusual it is, it's still a bottle..."

Half a quarter of an hour later, the owner of the glass shop looked at the drawing of the distillation bottle drawn by Gu Beichuan with a brush and fell into deep thought.

Is this a bottle?

You call this a bottle?

Isn’t the purpose of a bottle to hold things?

What do you mean by leaving an opening on the side?

"Okay, sir, although your bottle is a bit weird, it's not impossible to make."

"It's just...you have to pay more!"

"Price is not a problem. In addition to bottles, I also want a batch of glass tubes."

"This pipe is particularly delicate. It needs a double-layer structure. Oil flows in the inner layer and water flows in the outer layer. The oil and water must not touch each other. Is it possible?"

After hearing this, the boss stroked his mustache and fell into deep thought for a long time.

After about half a stick of incense, the boss nodded and slowly uttered three words: "I need to pay more!"

"How much?"

"How big do you want it to be?"

"The bottle should be made according to my drawing. It should be at least half a person's height, and the tube should be able to be connected to the mouth of the bottle."

Half a man tall?

The boss murmured in his heart, it is not a small bottle, and the workmanship does not need to be fine.

It’s just that this big bottle requires a lot of ingredients.

After deliberation for a while, he tentatively gave a price: "At least...two taels of silver!"

"Two taels of silver each?"

"No problem, if you do better, I'll give you four taels of silver each!"

"I want ten first, but don't make them in batches. Make one first and send it to Liuji Liquor Shop in the south of the city to test the water. If it is qualified, we can mass-produce it."

"Once the business is settled, I'll leave first." Gu Beichuan waved his sleeves and left a deposit of twenty taels.

The mustached boss was stunned on the spot and didn't react until Gu Beichuan walked out of the door.

I...the two taels of silver I mentioned is the price of one batch!

This...this is meeting a big customer! Oh my God!

After coming out of Liulician, Gu Beichuan was fine.

He simply went back to the liquor store, picked up Uncle Fu, and the two of them went back to the house together.

This house was still in a mess before I left. When he came back, he already looked different.

Although it has not been completely repaired, it is in good order and ready for move-in.

"It seems that the craftsman Xiu'er hired is good and the work is done properly." Gu Beichuan looked down and touched Xiu'er's head angrily.

This made the little maid look resentful and said: "Master! The old man in the village once said that if you touch your head, you will not grow taller."

Hearing this, Gu Beichuan couldn't help but smile.

The house was not small, so if it was just him and Uncle Fu, it would inevitably feel a little lonely.

Xiu'er is innocent and childlike, which can actually add a bit of liveliness.

Thinking like this, Gu Beichuan not only didn't let go, but touched it a few more times.

It made the little maid's eyes seem to be filled with moisture.

"Oh, oh, oh, if it grows into a short winter melon, I'm afraid no one will want it."

"Don't talk nonsense. No one wants me anymore, so I will be the young master's maid."

The little girl was at the age when she was just starting to fall in love. How could she bear such words? Even Xiafei's cheeks were flushed.