The two then discussed the details of the investment, and Sister Feng stood up and said goodbye.

Looking at Sister Feng's swaying graceful back, Fang Zheng couldn't help swallowing his saliva. This girl is so talented as a female shopkeeper, and being a vixen is her strength.

Until Sister Feng's back was no longer visible, Fang Zheng reluctantly withdrew his gaze and turned around and shouted: "Xiao Lu, Xiao Lu! Show up quickly! Change my clothes, I want to see my father."

"No, I've come a long time ago." Mr. Fang appeared in front of Fang Zheng with his long beard.

"Wow! Dad, you run faster than Cao Cao..."

"Who is Cao Cao?"

"Well, he is a long-distance runner. He has won many awards. He is not very reasonable and often holds the referee to force him to blow the black whistle..." Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and said nonsense. Since the Han Dynasty was gone, there was no Eastern Han Dynasty. There were no such things as the Three Kingdoms, which were full of heroes. Master Fang didn't know that Cao Cao was normal.

"Dad, such a coincidence, you were outside the door just now?" Fang Zheng was worried. Didn't the old man see the scene of eating Fengjie's tofu?

"Uh, your mother heard that a woman came to find you and asked me to come and see you." Mr. Fang blushed a little. His son was eighteen years old and had not yet married. This was the heart disease of the two elders. When he heard that a woman came to him, Mrs. Fang immediately instigated the old man to come and find out the news.

"I heard the conversation you had with that woman just now. I have to say, Zheng'er, you have grown up and become sensible. This is done well, wonderfully, wonderfully wonderful!"

Mr. Fang stroked his long beard and smiled with relief. His son was getting more and more satisfied every day, and he kept creating surprises for him. Today, he talked with the woman about business. Mr. Fang asked himself that he didn't even think that a business would have so much knowledge, and even he had to say something and count it as a shareholding. Did Mr. Fang think about it from this perspective?

"However, I want to ask you, Ruyuzhai is just a small shop selling powder, why do you have to make such a big fan? It is true that this industry can make money, but it doesn't make too much, right? Which one of our names is not like Yuzhai making money?"

I just want to make some pocket money, but I don’t have as much money as you do. Fang Zheng rolled his eyes to the sky.

"Dad, actually women can make a lot of money by using powder, but those powder shops have no intention of using it and have lost many customers in vain."

"Oh? Tell me." Mr. Fang was intrigued. His son became more and more difficult, and he felt sincerely relieved.

"First of all, they sell things in the wrong way. When doing business, you can't just sit in the store and wait for customers to come to the door. Since you want to make money from others, you have to take the initiative, such as occasionally setting up a platform at the street corner to do promotion, pulling a banner to advertise, and having a big discount promotion during festivals, etc. These are ways to attract customers and let more customers know that there are things they need in this store. Not only the powder shop, but in fact, other stores under our name, such as silk shops, pen shops, restaurants, etc., can be tried. Of course, the shroud shops and coffin shops are exceptions. If you can breathe, you won't want that thing for free."

"You..." Mr. Fang's eyes were full of glory when he heard it, but unexpectedly, this uncontrollable son said something like this last, which made Mr. Fang laugh and cry.

"Also, we need to classify customers. Women, no matter whether they are rich or not, they are beautiful or ugly, they love beautiful. The difference is that some people can afford high-end things, while others can only afford low-end things, which must be sold according to people. They are divided into two groups: high-end and low-end customers. As the saying goes, if you can get what you pay for, we will provide you with good goods. It doesn't matter if you can't afford to spend money. If you sell less money and less money, we will reduce the cost of things and sell them to others. Isn't that great?"

"Actually, the most important thing is that the powder shop ignores a huge customer base." At this point, Fang Zheng paused and took a careful look at his father.

Seeing the father staring at him with bright eyes and waiting for him to finish his words, Fang Zheng swallowed and said, "That, the most important customer group of the powder shop is the brothel brothel... well, that's it..."

"You mean that the girls in brothels are the biggest customer base? Why?" Mr. Fang asked with a frown.

"What is the most famous thing about Jinling City? Of course, it is the brothel boat in Qinhuai, and I'll do it. There are nearly 100 boats in Qinhuai River now, and the sizes are different. In addition, the brothels in Dagongfang, Huashi, and Nanmen Street. It's roughly estimated that the lady in the entire Jinling City, uh, it's a girl, it should be a 4,000..."

I secretly observed my father's expression and found that he was still frowning, but there was no sign of anger in his expression. Then I continued to talk with confidence: "Rouge powder is a consumable. Oh, the consumable means that you can use it less and you have to buy it after you use it. Unlike tables, chairs, etc. at home, it can be used for many years. These girls are doing, well, service work, in order to please customers, they must dress themselves up brightly and beautifully every day. Their consumption of cosmetics is huge, and a large part of the money they earn is used to buy cosmetics."

"Forty thousand girls, even if she only spends fifty taels of silver to buy powder every month, we will have a turnover of 200,000 taels per month. Well, we don't know the turnover? It's just that the cost has not been removed. If the cost is removed, the monthly net profit will be at least 170,000 to 180,000 taels per month. Dad, this income is quite large."

Mr. Fang closed his eyes and pondered, and his fingers kept tying circles on the armrest of the Grand Master's chair, as if he was silently calculating whether his son's words were wrong. After a long time, Mr. Fang opened his eyes, stroked his beard and frowned and said, "My son is good, well, this transaction is indeed done. But, it is difficult to spread the word for those women who sell laughter and body..."

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Dad, we are businessmen. What businessmen value is profit. Others have money to buy and we have things to sell. This is called buying and selling. As for who is buying things, and the level of origin and status, it is not something we should worry about."

After thinking about it, Fang Zheng added: "You can't discriminate against other girls just because they are trapped in the dust. There are also patriotic people..."

"You bastard, can you say less witty words? Why didn't I find you so straightforward before?" Mr. Fang gave Fang Zheng a angrily glance and continued: "What about other customers except the girls in the brothel? That one is not small, what are you going to do?"

Fang Zheng took a cup and took a big sip of tea. Grandma's, how difficult it is to make money. I haven't seen a single child yet, and my saliva is almost exhausted.

"For other customers, children divide them into three levels: high, medium and low. The number of ordinary people who don't have much money on hand is the largest. They want to dress up beautifully, but they also want to buy cosmetics that are not expensive. When we make cosmetics, we might as well lower the cost and set the price lower, and then sell them to them, which will make small profits and quicker profits."

"Mid-range people are those small wealthy families who have money on hand, but not too much, look down on those that are too cheap, and cannot afford to buy those that are too expensive. We just need to increase the cost slightly, set the price a little, and do more publicity, and they will rush to it."

"High-end ones are more troublesome. It is difficult to meet the female family members of the imperial palace, court ministers, and princes, but there is no way. We can ask the fat man for help. By the way, Dad, there is good news and bad news. Which one do you listen to first?"

"Good news."

"The good news is that the fat man's sister is the one named Mi'er. You and your mother will not expect her to be your second elder's daughter-in-law in the future."

"...Is this bad news? Then what is the bad news you said?"

"The bad news is that in the future, the fat man comes to our house for free, and I dare not accept his meals. Alas! This is really a huge bad news..."

"What's the meaning?"

"Fatty, that is, Brother Zhou Wu. His real name is Zhou Wubing. He is the fourth prince of the current saint and the title of King Fu. His sister Mi'er is the beloved daughter of the current saint and the title of Princess Changping. Grandma, they really know how to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers."

"What?" Mr. Fang was so shocked that he bounced up from the chair, with an expression of disbelief: "King Fu? Princess Changping?"

The young man who is white and fat, honest, respectful to him, and always calls his uncle is His Highness, Princess Fu? And the pretty and cute daughter-in-law whom he likes is actually Princess Changping?

Mr. Fang shook his head, still shocked: "Zheng'er, are you pursuing your father?"

"It's true! They hide themselves very deeply..."

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After some explanation, Mr. Fang finally believed in the identity of the fat brother and sister. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that, Mr. Fu would even call him uncle me, isn't this..." Before he finished speaking, Mr. Fang stopped.

Fang Zheng knew what his father meant. Isn’t King Fu’s uncle equal to the current emperor? The emperor has a lot of friends for nothing, and I wonder if he will be angry...

Mr. Fang's face was filled with worries: "Zheng'er, I will stop talking to King Fu in the future..."

It’s hard to say, after all, there are very few things that civilians make friends with vassal kings, and I don’t know whether it is a blessing or a disaster for ordinary people. Even if the Fang family looks down on the business world, they are princes and there is an emperor above them. One day the emperor feels unhappy and thinks that you, the common people, are uneasy and will give you orders to the Fang family. What’s the use of more money? Once the house is searched, they are all from the treasury.

Besides, King Fu is good at Fang’s family. Every time he comes to Fang’s family, the other master Fang and Mrs. Fang are very respectful to him. He brings some small gifts every now and then. The etiquette of his children and nephews is completely done. So, what do you say about Master Fang?

"Dad, don't worry, the child is a proper person and will not cause trouble to our family." Fang Zheng said respectfully. He was not worried about the fat man. He was worried about Xiaojianzan. Well, he would call Princess Changping in the future. If he didn't say anything, he would cause trouble to the Fang family.

Mr. Fang shook his head and sighed. If others made friends with the prince, they would be ecstatic. If they celebrated with the prince, they would be so lucky that they could be called brothers and brothers with the prince. But Mr. Fang was different. He knew it was a great thing. This was a double-edged sword. If it was not done properly, it would hurt himself. Is the prince so easy to make friends with?

"Zheng'er, you have to take charge of the powder shop. Don't worry, Dad, whenever you need to do whatever you need to do, you will help you. Also, well, in the future, you have to help you with ideas on everything under the Fang family's business name. Remember, these are your own property in the future and you must not be fooled by your own nature."

"Don't worry, dad, my child will do his best."

Mr. Fang patted Fang Zheng on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Zheng'er, you can't let your father down anymore, do you understand?"

Fang Zheng nodded vigorously. What disappointed you was your former prodigal son, but I have never disappointed you.

"What's wrong with your face?" Mr. Fang suddenly turned around and asked.

"Ah?" He just agreed not to let my father down. If he told him that he had gone to fight with someone yesterday, he would be afraid that my father would not be able to spare him.

"…I accidentally walked and hit the pillar."

"Hmph, the left face is blue and the right face is blushing. The collision is really even."

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