Everyone was in a very high mood for joining the club. The shops and ladies came out one after another, pouring tea and water for the young masters, and presented pastries. Everyone sat down and waited for the shops to register for membership.

Wu San'er nodded to Chen Aonu and said, "Mr. Chen, come upstairs with me. This time you have become the leader of the poetry club. There is something for you in Sui Yashan Room." The two of them went upstairs with their skirts in obscenely. Finally, there was no one left. Wu San'er smiled very treacherously and was already in the form of a profitable business: "Brother Shen, today we open. Our members are afraid that they will make as much as 150 yuan. We make a net profit of 150 yuan a month, and it is 1,500 yuan a year. In this way, the business of Sui Yashan Room is no longer a worry. However, Brother Shen said that he wanted to print poetry books, but he was afraid that it would cost a lot. If there were thousands of books a month, it would be afraid that one thousand yuan would not be enough."

Chen Ao smiled and said, "You are not smart enough. The wool comes from the sheep. Each poem book is priced at that time. If you can make a net profit of one thousand copies, you will make a net profit of one thousand coins, and three thousand copies will make a net profit of three thousand coins."

Wu Saner was surprised and said, "Two jin of money per book? Could this book of poems be minted from silver? How can it be so expensive? Who will buy it then?"

Chen Ao poked his sore neck. He just saw some occupational diseases when looking at the beam of the house. His neck was so sore and numb. It seems that he should be restrained in the future and not go to see it at all times. After looking at it for a while, he should have a rest, be diligent in looking at the beam of the house, and be good at using scientific methods to see the beam of the house.

"Even if you print three to five thousand copies, you can guarantee someone will buy it. You have to learn to grasp the psychology of literati. What do they want the most?"

Wu Saner smiled bitterly: "I am not a literati."

"Stupid." Chen Ao regrets that he is not good at making a strong man: "What literati wants is face. Think about it, if your poem is copied into the poem book, do you want to buy one of ten or eight books to go back, send it to someone or keep it as a collection?"

Wu Saner got enlightened: "I understand. The person who bought the poem book will still be these young masters, my husband?"

"It's not all, but they are the only ones who are willing to pay a lot of money, so you can print it even more exquisitely, and you don't have to worry about having no sales. If you just spend the cost per item, you can earn at least tens of thousands of dollars a year."

Wu Saner hurriedly said, "Okay, how do you calculate the money for tea?"

Chen Ao pondered for a moment: "Don't ask me everything. Sometimes you have to make your own decisions. Just set a hundred ciders per pot. We kind people, don't set the price too high. Have you ever heard of a proverb? Be honest and do business with a strong and honest way. This sentence tells us that you should not be too sarcastic and be restrained in life. While doing business, you should also have a heart of love. Love is very important. This is the only criterion for testing a person. For example, the boy in this book is very kind and caring. You uphold love to do things. Sooner or later, you will sublimate my realm and work hard."

Wu Saner was about to cry and said, "Brother Shen, someone else sells a pot of tea for three or four cents, but you sell a hundred cents. Is this also called kindness?"

"Wow... three or four cents, they might as well grab it. Which teahouse is so dark? This is malicious competition and shameless disrupting the market order. It's too shameless." Chen Ao cursed and then said: "San'er, we are different from them. We don't sell tea..." Chen Ao pushed open the window and looked at the Bian River in the distance. His deep eyes shone under the sunlight: "We sell service, face, and spiritual enjoyment, so a hundred cents of tea is not expensive at all. On the contrary, I think it's too cheap. Think about it, those talented ministers who recite poems here on weekdays and drink tea only three or four cents of tea. Is this a reduction of their value? Does it make them feel ashamed? Only one hundred cents of tea can match their talents and fit their identities."

"It's too dark, I can't see my five fingers." Wu Saner thought to herself, but it makes sense for Chen Ao to say this: "Brother Shen, although most of the members here have wealthy families, there are also some who are not rich in wealth. I'm afraid they can't afford to eat a hundred-cigarette tea."

Chen Ao said: "This is simple, it's better to sell another kind of tea that costs ten cents."

Wu Saner thought for a while: "If a tea worth ten cents is released, wouldn't anyone drink it if it costs ten cents?"

Chen Ao ruined people tirelessly taught: "Will the rich man care about this little money? Will he take a gaze and drink ten cents of tea? San'er, you are too stupid."

Wu Saner nodded and said happily: "Brother Shen said this, I feel confident. Brother Shen, let's go downstairs to see if the members have completed the work."

The two of them changed their faces and went downstairs. At this time, the guys and ladies were distributing members' bags. The so-called bags were actually an incense bag hanging around their waists, but the patterns on the outside were very beautiful and exquisite. Members could wear them as a token of the Sui Yashan Room.

A guy walked to the corner with paper and pen, and said to Ziheng and the third brother: "Two young men, do you want to join the membership?"

The third brother shook the paper fan and pondered for a moment: "Okay."

Zi Heng said: "Brother Third, you will come here a little longer than a year. What should you do if you add this member?"

The third brother laughed: "It's very interesting here, especially Mr. Chen."

Zi Heng said, "I hate the guy who looks up at the beam of the house the most."

The third brother pursed his lips and took the pen to sign his name. The young man in the shop took it back and took a look, and said, "Young Master, who is the name of the third brother? Did you make a mistake?"

Zi Heng said angrily: "He just calls me Brother Third, that's what I call."

The young man in the shop smacked his tongue and quickly said, "Okay, okay, that's the third brother." He hurried to the next table.

The third brother said, "Zi Heng, what's wrong with you today?"

Zi Heng's pretty face turned red and said, "It's nothing, I remembered something." She seemed a little panicked, and forced a smile to hide the passing panic, and said, "It's getting late, let's go back."

But the third brother seemed to have seen something in his eyes and said, "Did you guess it too?"

"What did you guess?" Zi Heng lowered her head, her ears turned red.

The third brother closed the fan and said, "The painter is in the Suiya Mountain Room."

"Yeah." Zi Heng's voice was as low as a mosquito whisper, and her crystal clear nails seemed to be embedded in the palm of her hand.

The third brother sighed: "Zi Heng must be very disappointed. Alas, life is like this. Many people paint well, but they are not necessarily elegant young masters. You are too stupid. You must be afraid of others by paintings. You must be the one who can make such a painting except for Chen Ji," said Duke Qi.

Ziheng pursed her lips and stopped talking. The brother and sister had already seen the clues. It was well known to Chen Ji's residence in Duke Qi's residence. Zhou Heng suddenly appeared, which made them suddenly realize that who else could make such a painting except for Duke Chen Ji's residence? Needless to say, the painter behind Zhou Heng must be Chen Ji.
Chapter completed!