A piece of paper

Chapter 24
Zhang Wenbo made a good start. Almost all the onlookers who had spare money in their pockets bought bags. The shy scholars looked enviously at the yelling and booing of their classmates.

A thin boy, wearing an old fluffy cotton clothes on the twelfth lunar month, leaned on the wooden pillars of the shed, looking longingly at the bustle in the shed.

Xian Jin's gaze collided with Xiaotong's.

After Xian Jin was stunned for a moment, the boy quickly ran away.

"He accountant, I want two bags!"

"I'm coming!"

A scholar was in a hurry and urged Xian Jin across the wooden frame. Xian Jin responded, looked away, and hurried to end this busy morning before the morning bell in Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard.

"230, 230 one, 230 two..."

On Tuesday, the dog buried his head on the ground and counted the remaining kraft paper bags in the wooden cabinet in a clumsy way. He lowered his head and bowed his back. His strong and broad back was like a mountain.

"There are 230 and 260 left, we sold [-] and [-] in the morning..." Tuesday the dog was beaming, "My God! Those papers have been in the warehouse for almost two years! We just added a bag and wrote a few boards , actually sold the paper! Hahahaha!"

What a simple, muscular man who is easy to be happy and full of energy.

Xianjin Geyou was paralyzed on the stool, and he was in good condition, except that his throat was a little sandy, his tonsils were a little sore, and his mouth was a little dry.

Xian Jin hugged the old teacup and took two sips of hot water to feel better, "...we'll have breakfast later, and then we'll go back and pack fifty bags."

As the hot water ran across his throat, Xian Jin sighed comfortably.

Doing sales is really tiring.

My brain and mouth never rested, and my legs never sat down when they were stuck in place, and my face was almost stiff from smiling.

Xian Jin squeezed the corners of his mouth, jaw loosened, and muttered to confirm, "Brother Dong, there are about 55 boys and [-] scholars in Qingcheng Mountain Academy, right? Are there really that many?"

She remembered that during the period of Zhu Yuanzhang, the number of scholars given to a county was [-] per year.
Director Dong was also pouring water on his head. He is 40 years old, and he swears that he has never said so many words in his life.

I have never heard so many dialects!

Mandarin is mixed with various dialects.

Fengyang Mansion!
Chuzhou Mansion!
Luzhou Prefecture!
There are even those from Jiangxi!
Another student said something like a bird chirping.

Chirp chirp dregs.

When he asked, come on, from Wenzhou Prefecture.

In the morning, he had nothing else but "speak slowly" or "please say it again"!

Director Dong gulped down, "Qingcheng Mountain Academy is considered to be the academy with a large number of people in our southern Zhili. Our school has a prosperous academic atmosphere, and Qiao Shanchang's reputation as Tanhua Lang is well-known, so not only students from our home and neighboring prefectures like to come here to study, but even students from other places like to study here. The students of the Political Secretary will also be sent to Qingcheng Mountain Academy - and then taken back for reference during the exam, the rate of the high school entrance examination can be greatly improved."

This is studying in Huanggang and going back to Tibet to take the college entrance examination.

Xian Jin is speechless, the study immigrants really exist in all dynasties and generations.

Dong Guanshi said, "Therefore, the number of more than four hundred people should be accurate."

Xian Jin put down the water, thought for a while, and murmured, "Then go back at noon and fill another fifty bags! Let's try to keep five and fight six today."

Director Dong clicked his tongue, this... this is too courageous!

There are only four hundred people in a mountain courtyard!

Including teachers and professors, there are only more than 450 people.

Does this count as everyone buying a bag?
How can it be!

Among the 100 people in the mountain courtyard, at least three or four are from poor families who are specially recruited from various places with excellent academic performance and great potential.

It is impossible for these people to spend money to buy expensive paper.

Director Dong wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Will it be too much? If it snows, we won't be able to sell all the paper. The paper will get damp if it gets wet, which is not good for paper."

Xian Jin nodded resolutely, "That's all, trust me, it will be sold out."

The goal of Xianjin's marketing this time is not n*1, but 1*n.

In terms of sales, some are doing big business, which is good for traffic flow; some are doing repeat business, where one item may not be sold to everyone, but those who have bought it will definitely buy it again.

The logic here involves customer stickiness.

To create customer stickiness, one is to accurately cut into the demand, and the other is to improve the interaction between products and customers.

The little girl looked calm, but her tone was extremely firm.

Director Dong couldn't help thinking of the "reception banquet" the day before yesterday. The little girl proposed to sell the inventory and return the cash. Li Sanshun firmly disagreed, pointing at Chen Sanye's nose and scolding, "The paper we make is really valuable! Dude Scratching the bark in the cold winter months! Soaking the bark in sweet pits and honey pits! Drying, cones, grinding, pressing, fishing, guys are making paper out of the skin and flesh! Our paper can’t be sold cheaply! Can't get up!"

This old man Li is really too stubborn.

A moment ago, I was still on good terms with Chen Sanye, you have a cup and I have a pot.

In the next moment, he pointed at his nose and scolded him for being a prodigal, for not sparing his talents or talents.

The old man thought that Xian Jin's "sell inventory and get cash back" was to sell the deposit paper at a low price.

Who knows, just this slender and pale girl got drunk on the spot after drinking a whole glass of peach blossoms, smashed the glass on the ground without changing expression, and swore viciously by pointing at the tiles all over the floor, "In my life, if Trash good things to exchange for money, I, He Xianjin, are so broken! There is no whole body!"

The old man fell silent.

More than silent.

I didn't even dare to drink tea.

They all thought the girl was talking big.

Clearing the inventory, how can it be possible to quickly clear the inventory at the original price?
If the funds want to return, the only way to exchange goods for money is to lower the price and let others make a fortune.

If you don't lower the price, why should others clear it for you?

After the Tuesday dog ​​took the little girl's chips for three years, he was completely devoted to the girl.

After eating the "Banquet for Receiving the Wind", Mr. Chen was so drunk that he was stupefied. Xian Jin, who was drunk after drinking a whole cup of peach blossom, went out of the room very soberly and discussed with the dog on Tuesday, "Brother, please find six hundred sheets from the library. Kraft paper, let's stay up all night and fold it into a letter bag, seal the edges with paste, and then ask Brother Zheng and I to clean up the paper in the warehouse thoroughly, register it according to type and quality, and count the quantity of each type of paper .”

Did not ask him to do anything.

He was scratching his heart, and took the initiative to get up to do the work.

"Well, Director Dong, you are the oldest paper trader in our middle age, please help me identify the cost price and market price of each paper industry."

What is the market price?
He asked the exit.

Xian Jin changed his words, "It's the selling price."

understood.

Following Xian Jin, Tuesday Dog, him, Tuesday Dog and his younger brother Wednesday Dog, the three brothers of the Zheng family cleared the inventory day and night.

According to the selling price of [-] Wen a piece, [-] Wen a piece, [-] Wen a piece, [-] Wen a piece, and [-] Wen a piece, good quality paper is sorted out into five grades, and they are named as Han Yubai respectively. , Gardenia Yellow, Luoxia Red, Haiqingqing, and Pinyue Blue, and found a familiar printing and dyeing workshop to make sixty palm-wide color strips.

At the same time as he was working on the arrangement, the little girl Xian Jin took her strange-shaped reed pen, found a piece of hard paper, and wrote a lot of words that he couldn't understand.

There is "x", there is "y", and there is "z".
It's crooked, I don't know what it is, anyway, it's such a shape.

Xian Jin calculated all night, took the calculated paper and instructed them how many sheets of cheap paper to put in a bag, how many sheets of good paper to put in, and how to arrange the sixty color bars.

He couldn't understand, pointing to the earthworm-like "z" on the paper and asked Xian Jin, "What is this?"

Xian Jin must have been sleepy, and replied casually, "This is an equation."
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"This is the Tianyuan style."

As Guanshi Dong expected, after sunset, it really snowed.

Under the white snow and gray sky, under the red tiles of the cornices, Qiao Hui folded his hands behind his back, bent down and looked down at the newly erected wooden boards outside the shed at the entrance of the mountain courtyard.

Impressively written on it:

Those who have collected the five-color strips of Han Yubai, Gardenia Yellow, Luoxia Red, Hai Qingqing, and Pinyue Blue will receive a Liuzhangxuan as a gift.

Those who collect any four-color stripes will get a four-foot-high Xuan Xuan.

Those who collect any three-color stripes will get a free Erzhangxuan.

Those who collect any two-color strips will be given a piece of Liuyun Jinsu paper.

The above regulations are valid for a long time, welcome to buy.

Qiao Hui straightened up slowly.

Chen Ji used Tianyuan-style calculations to ensure his own profits.

Tsk, he seems to have seen the fate of Bo'er going bankrupt.

　Tianyuanshu is an ancient binary equation.
　　There are more studies on mathematics in ancient times than we imagined.

　　At the same time, Xian Jin's move is actually a simple problem of probability.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)