Go to Beijing.
Blessed Salt Shop.
The early riser has just opened the door of the shop.
But suddenly I found that there were people standing outside the store at this moment.
Moreover, all of them were dressed gorgeously and looked like they were either wealthy businessmen or officials.
This shocked the guy.
He has worked in this salt shop for more than ten years, except for one incident when the store was first opened due to discounts.
At other times, the number of people is neither too large nor too small?
Why are there so many people here today?
Could it be that the store has another discount?
But no matter how discounted it is, it is impossible to attract so many people, let alone so many wealthy businessmen.
At this time, the wealthy businessmen who had been waiting for a long time waved their money and shouted.
"Quick! Give me a hundred pounds of white salt!!"
"I will pay ten times the market price and sell all the white salt to me!!"
"I'll pay twenty times the price and sell it all to me!!!"
"I'll pay thirty times..."
"I'm out..."
"..."
Seeing the wealthy businessmen in front of them who were bidding wildly and wanting to fight each other, the clerk was even more shocked.
At this moment, the steward of Blessed Salt Shop hurried over.
"I'm sorry, everyone, this white salt was reserved yesterday. It's no longer available. Come back tomorrow!"
While shouting, he also asked the guys to block the crowd.
To avoid destroying the store due to collision.
However, even if the official said so, everyone did not retreat.
"Then make a reservation for tomorrow... No! I've made reservations for the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the next week!!!"
“Me too!! I’ve packed all the white salt for the next month!!!”
"I……"
"..."
In the midst of everyone's madness, the steward finally calmed everyone down, and after promising to give them priority as soon as the goods were available, the crowd finally dispersed.
After the crowd left, the steward wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He turned around and said to the boy next to him with blood-red eyes: "Go to the Zhu family quickly to buy some goods! No matter how many people have their white salt, our Blessed Salt Shop wants them all!!!"
"Yes, yes, little one, come over here!"
The former clerk looked at the Guan family. He didn't know who the Zhu family were, but he knew they were going to make crazy money! !
…
"Master! Master! The sales are going crazy!!"
“Our white salt is selling like crazy!!!”
Zhu Mansion.
Accountant Zhu laughed wildly and shouted.
Not only him, but everyone in the Zhu Mansion was crazy with joy!
"Master, guess how much money we made?"
Accountant Zhu looked at Zhu Yan with excitement and said.
"How many?"
"A whole five thousand taels!!!"
"not bad."
After hearing this answer, Zhu Yan just replied calmly.
After all, he knew that such a day would come when he created the white salt.
Not much emotion.
But Zhu Yan could calm down, but the people in the mansion couldn't.
After all, this is five thousand taels! ! !
You know, in the current situation where the Ming Dynasty has just been established thirty years ago.
The annual expenses for a family of five is only one hundred taels!
And they only sold twenty kilograms of salt, and they made a profit that would cover the expenses of a family of five for fifty years.
How can this not be exciting!
You know, this is just twenty pounds of salt! !
And they can make more! ! !
How much can they earn by then? Fifty thousand taels? Five hundred thousand taels? Or five million taels! ! !
Thinking of this possibility, Accountant Zhu immediately started breathing rapidly.
This is five million taels!
The entire Ming Dynasty's annual tax revenue was only thirty million taels! !
Equivalent to one-sixth of the Ming Dynasty’s tax! ! !
Seeing that Zhu Zhangfang's breathing was getting faster and faster, I was worried that he might be too excited and suffocated.
Zhu Yan quickly interrupted his fantasy and brought him back to reality.
Asked: "How many salt shops are buying from us now?"
Hearing Zhu Yan ask him, Accountant Zhu came back to his senses.
But he still replied with excitement.
“All the salt shops in Shangjing are asking for goods!!”
“As soon as our white salt came out, it quickly became popular in Beijing!”
“It can be said that the supply exceeds the demand!!”
As he spoke, Accountant Zhu looked at Zhu Yan with admiration.
When he first produced white salt, he had guessed that it would be a big hit.
But I didn’t expect it would sell so crazy!
I want the whole trip to Kyoto!
It occurred to me that Zhu Yan himself provided the method before the craftsmen made it.
Accountant Zhu looked at Zhu Yan with admiration immediately.
Whoever said that his young master was a prodigal and a fool, he had to drag that man out to feed the dogs.
The young master can make so much money by just thinking of a way to transform salt.
If this is a fool, then there will be no smart people in the world!
This is not a prodigal son, this is the God of Wealth who turns stones into gold!
"By the way, Master, the royal family also wants some white salt, do you think?"
At this time, Accountant Zhu remembered the request of someone from the palace.
“Give them some at market price.”
Zhu Yan was not surprised when he heard from the royal family.
The sales of this white salt are so crazy, people from the royal family will definitely notice it.
He just wants to make enough money to go to King Yan. As for where the money comes from, he doesn't care. After all, whoever makes money is money.
Just as Accountant Zhu was about to go down and make arrangements.
Zhu Yan suddenly stopped him.
"By the way, you spread the word to the outside world and said that it is not easy to make white salt. It only lasts forty kilograms a year. Once it is finished, it will only be available next year."
"ah??"
Upon hearing this, Accountant Zhu was instantly confused.
If he remembered correctly, the amount of refined white salt alone amounted to ten kilograms a day yesterday. How could it be only forty kilograms?
That's what he thought in his heart, and Accountant Zhu asked the same question.
"Master, why is this?"
So much salt is money. Now the young master only sells it for forty pounds. Isn't this money that is just sitting around and not taking it?
Could it be that the young master's madness has recurred?
Just when Zhu Yan wanted to invite a doctor to treat Zhu Yan.
Zhu Yan said disdainfully: "Do you understand that scarcity is the most valuable thing?"
"The rarer something is, the more expensive it will be!"
"Do you believe it, the less we say, the more people outside want us?"
Hearing Zhu Yan's explanation, Accountant Zhu felt relieved, as long as the young master was not mentally ill.
But he still asked with doubts: "After these forty pounds are sold, will we stop selling them?"
"Who said we won't sell it?"
Zhu Yan replied calmly.
"Ah? But Master, you just said..."
Accountant Zhu was dumbfounded. He wouldn't sell it now, but he would sell it later. Should he sell it or not?
Seeing that Accountant Zhu was so stupid, Zhu Yan suddenly wondered how this guy became the Accountant.
Being so honest, no wonder his family has more money than they can make ends meet.
Although he felt a little slanderous in his heart, Zhu Yan still explained.
"We do only have forty pounds a year, that's true, but we didn't say we only have forty pounds."
"What about the ones made last year?"
"And we can also say that the technology for making white salt has improved, so more can be made in a year."
"Can't this be sold?"
