weaving

Chapter 677
In the West Flower Hall of the Central Hall of the Ningyuan Regiment's Military Training Department, Wu Sangui held a cigarette in his hand and smoked it "clack-clack". He closed his eyes and savored the aroma of shredded tobacco carefully.

After a while, he opened his eyes and said to Zhang Cheng: "Zongbing Zhang really wants to partner with Wu to make cigarettes?"

Zhang Cheng smiled bluntly, and said: "Chen Zongbing is still treating Zhang as an outsider."

Wu Sangui smiled with some embarrassment and said: "Haha. Brother, Brother Zhang. My good brother, how do you think our gang is legal?"

"Brother Chang, I have already said that there is never enough money in this world, and it is impossible for one person to earn it all."

Zhang Cheng smiled and continued: "Brother, I have long intended to set up workshops in Gyeonggi and other places to make and sell cigarettes, but I have been busy with military affairs and have not found a suitable partner."

When he said this, he raised his hand and tapped the box of Yunzhou brand cigarettes on the table, and said: "My brother's workshop only produces three kinds of cigarettes, and this 'Yunzhou brand' is the best. It’s a bestseller. Brother Zhang knows how it tastes.”

Wu Sangui nodded and said: "It is indeed a good product. It is more refined than other shredded tobacco, and the taste is not so pungent."

He was eager to know the specific content of the partnership that Zhang Cheng said, but he couldn't keep asking, so he could only patiently listen to Zhang Cheng's words.

But I heard Zhang Cheng say again: "Brother Chang, what I mean is that I am a craftsman, and I am responsible for the procurement of raw materials and cigarette processing, and my brother is responsible for the safety of the workshop, and the sale of this cigarette in Liaozhen and Gyeonggi .”

Wu Sangui sighed secretly, cursing in his heart: "The old and cunning little man, after all, he still hides the method of making this cigarette, and refuses to tell."

Zhang Cheng said again: "As for the capital of this workshop, how about my younger brother and elder brother each contributing [-]%?"

Wu Sangui had no objection to the investment, he only cared about how to distribute the profits, and immediately asked: "I don't know how to distribute the dividends!"

Zhang Cheng remained silent. He picked up the cigarette case and took out a cigarette, held it in his hand, and tapped one end on the table lightly to make the shredded tobacco inside tighter.

He looked at Wu Sangui with a smile, and said, "What do you mean by elder brother?"

Wu Sangui was taken aback, and thought to himself: "Little fox, you are really cunning, and you are pushing this to my father again!"

Zhang Cheng kept hitting the table with a cigarette in his hand, and Wu Sangui was also a little anxious. After thinking for a while, he got up and filled the teacup in front of Zhang Cheng, and asked, "If not, it's just three or seven points. Loyalty, What do you think?"

"hey-hey."

Zhang Cheng laughed, and his laughter made Wu Sangui's heart tremble, just when Wu Sangui was about to be unable to hold back, Zhang Cheng said: "Sanqi, wouldn't it be a loss for elder brother?"

He took out the fire pack, lighted the cigarette slowly, took a deep breath, and said, "In my opinion, the bill will be divided according to fifty-fifty, what does brother-in-law think?"

With money to earn, who would be unhappy?
Wu Sangui was overjoyed at this time, he stepped forward and patted Zhang Cheng heavily on the shoulder, and said happily: "Good brother, really good brother."

Zhang Cheng got up, walked to the railing of the flower hall with a smile, exhaled a wisp of smoke, and suddenly recited a poem:
"Leaning on a railing, swallowing clouds of smoke,
Half into the breeze, half into the throat,

The breeze also stains the sorrows of the world! "

Wu Sangui also came over, just in time to hear Zhang Cheng's reciting, he slapped his palm on the railing, and praised: "Good. Such a cool breeze can also stain the world's sorrows!"

Zhang Cheng thought that he had read this sentence somewhere by chance, and recited it out of feeling, but Wu Sangui misunderstood him without thinking about it, but he couldn't explain it well.

He had no choice but to reply embarrassingly: "Brother Elder Uncle, it's absurd."

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After Zhang Cheng said this, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought:
Currently there are three types of cigarettes, "Dading brand" belongs to civilians, "Beizhaguan brand" belongs to military products, and now only "Yunzhou brand" is a high-end cigarette.

However, Yunzhou brand cigarettes are only popular among military generals and wealthy businessmen in various places, but they are not very popular among civilian officials, especially Beijing officials.

The reason is that Zhang Cheng still feels that the grade is enough, but the taste is not enough. Those real dignitaries and dignitaries all use snuff bottles, no matter what the taste is, the taste will go up first.

At the same time, this snuff bottle is becoming more and more refined, and it is not used in ordinary times, but it can be played with in the hands to pass some time.

But now there is a novel idea in his mind, that is to develop another cigarette.

Oil paper is used as the lining, and the exterior is decorated with exquisite wooden boxes, iron boxes, even silver boxes, gold boxes, or jade boxes, but the workshop is still a cardboard box, and others will be put on the market separately.

Draw a mountain peak on the front of the cigarette box, surrounded by clouds and mist, find a calligrapher in the blank space, and inscribe the song "Leaning on the Rail" just now.

Such a taste seems to have improved, and at the same time this cigarette was renamed "Yunyan".

Zhang Cheng thinks he can give it a try!
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There was no moon in the sky, and it was pitch black, but the candle lights surrounded the Western Flower Hall, which was still as bright as day, and there was a round table in the middle, where delicate wine and dishes were placed.

Because Wu Sangui had finally negotiated a partnership to make cigarettes today, and got Zhang Cheng's promise to split the accounts fifty-fifty, he was happy in his heart, and gradually talked more and more.

The two toasted and drank together, and chatted from cigarettes to the Liaodong military training in various towns. Wu Sangui suddenly asked: "Ma Shaoyu, the head of the military department, is ordered to be a military counselor. He will come to Ningyuan in the next few days. What do Zhong Chen think of Shang Shu's good strategy for marching troops?"

Zhang Cheng was taken aback when he heard the words. He only knew that Chen Xinjia's urging and rushing finally caused the Liao Dynasty to collapse. Decades of hard work were all ruined. As for what kind of good strategy he proposed for advancing troops, I don't know, but it would definitely not be a clever plan. .

Immediately he said: "Good strategy! What does the elder think?"

After Zhang Cheng asked this sentence, he couldn't help laughing. Fortunately, he didn't laugh out loud, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

He remembered seeing such a sentence on a certain platform before: When you don’t know how to answer someone’s question, just ask him back!

I didn't expect that what I saw by accident at the time was used repeatedly by myself today, but it just seems to be very useful. You say it is ridiculous.

How did Wu Sangui know what Zhang Cheng was thinking?
He was happy in his heart, and he didn't doubt that he was there, so he replied: "Well, I still agree with Hong Du and Commander Zu's 'caution is the best'!"

Zhang Cheng also nodded, and he said: "Of course it's good to be cautious. I'm afraid that this horse joins the army with the constitution in his mouth, and he only knows how to force him, and doesn't allow me to explain it, then it will be difficult."

Wu Sangui was also dejected, he filled the wine and filled it for Zhang Cheng, saying: "Let's see how the army discusses after Ma Canjun arrives, if he can make a plan for the army, I'm not afraid of him urging him."

Zhang Cheng looked up at the pitch-black night sky, and thought to himself: "It's time, can we really enter the army?"

(End of this chapter)