A piece of paper

In late April in Xuancheng Mansion, mid-spring is pleasant. Walking all the way up from the lower reaches of Longchuan River, you will see black tiles, pink walls, and horse head walls, row after row of fish-scale tiles, reflecting the Jingting Mountain in the distance, and another green willow branch. The leaves are blowing in the wind.

The shopkeeper of Chengdong Baiweitang poked his head out of Fang Sheng's lattice window, rubbed his chin and looked at the opposite door carefully, and said thoughtfully, "Who is the boss who has entered Chen Ji Tang's house?"

The apprentice next to him glanced, "Twenty-one."

"Ah, so many!?" The boss of Baiweitang praised the apprentice, "You are really discerning, remember all these!"

The apprentice rolled his eyes silently while scooping out the frogs with mushrooms in the casserole, "Because every time one comes, you have to ask for the total number."

No wonder he got along well with Chen Ji's third master.

In addition to the geographical advantage of being near the water and the terrace, the third master is of course also indispensable for similar brain circuits.

The residence of Chen Ji Xuancheng Mansion is a very typical Huizhou style building. Passing through the patio of Sishuiguitang, there is a nearly 11-meter-long hall. The hall is a bright hall with three open rooms and two corridors on both sides, facing the patio. , there is a screen door in the middle, the movable partitions are all opened, the two corridors are filled with flying chairs, a small side table is placed next to the chair, covered with gold-pinned red cloth, and a uniform celadon imitation Ru kiln flower gourd is placed on it. Each flower pot contains an upward-facing willow branch and a more colorful golden spring flower.

Thirty flying chairs and thirty small side tables were all filled up in an instant.

For a while, people were chatting and walking and socializing, and it was very lively. There were only a few words scattered around, most of which were "Good luck, Boss Qiu! Where will you make a fortune this year?" "Boss Cui, long time no see, I still remember you are huge! Huge!" "This year There is less straw in Shatian than in previous years. Our housekeeper said we should buy Jingde, so I asked him to go to Shatin and plant it for me!" and other such business declarations.

What's more, a young girl wearing a gray-brown straight collar and straight sleeves and a moon-white horse-faced skirt with dark patterns walked out from the corridor in the bright hall. The girl's black hair was tied up with a rough and original wooden hairpin, and her face Clean and fair, with a slender and tall figure, rosy lips and bright eyes, compared to his appearance, everyone was the first to see an invisible clean and crisp temperament.

The girl was followed by three people.

They all look familiar.

One is Zhao Dezheng, the steward of the mulberry paper workshop in the east of the former city and now the "Fubai" shop. The other is Li Sanshun, the only person in charge of making Liuzhang Xuan in Xuancheng. The last one has a respectful look and a humble attitude. He is clearly the original Chen Ji. Dong Wubo, the general manager.

Mr. Heng, who was sitting at the bottom left, was the first to stand up and gave way, "Congratulations, Boss."

Next to Mr. Heng, Wuniang Heng had flushed cheeks and frighteningly bright eyes - the Heng family was the only merchant present with two seats.

Everyone glanced at the arrangement behind the young girl, and then saw that Mr. Heng actually raised his hands in salute first. If he had something to do, he immediately followed him, raised his hands, and said loudly, "Congratulations, boss!"

Some people did not stand up at all, looked up, sneered, and turned to drink tea to hide their gaze.

Xian Jin stood still in front of the Grand Master's chair at the top, and glanced down. The eleven-meter-long Ming Hall was neatly arranged with two rows of flying chairs, fifteen in one row, thirty in total, and eight empty seats. The invitations were sent out. Out of thirty, only twenty-two people came.

In fact, only twenty-one people came. Most of the people present were middle-aged men in their early forties, with the occasional two or three young faces, who also had bowed and hunched postures. They did not look like family members, but like stewards or second- or third-level bosses at home.

Showing gold and lowering his eyebrows, he first knelt down to greet Mr. Heng with the courtesy of a junior, "Hello, Mr. Heng." Then he leaned slightly to his side, half-crouched down to everyone present, and gave a salute that had never been so standard in his entire life, " Bosses, good luck this morning."

Xian Jin stood up, raised his eyebrows and smiled, inviting everyone to sit down, followed closely by Zhang's mother, who smiled like a sunflower and led the team to serve tea, cakes and steamed towels to wipe their hands.

A middle-aged man with a square face and round eyes below Hengji said loudly, "Congratulations, boss! Although the people here are not as good as Chen Ji and Hengji, they are all well-known figures in the Xuancheng paper shop. They can make more money than you in an hour." The tea and pastries are much more valuable! If you have something to say, just say it and don’t waste everyone’s time with unnecessary things!”

Zhang’s mother instantly put away her fake smile: Damn, you’re so shameless! My mother, Zhang, hasn’t come out to serve tea or water for several years!

Xianjin lowered his head and took a sip of the tea soup. He smiled and said to Master Heng, "Fuding white tea was awarded by the Prince of Tianfu for studying politics. It is really good tea. Please try it."

Master Heng held the tea with his side.

Xian Jin then turned his head, with a smile on his face, "Other people don't know, but our Chen Ji's income per hour is about six taels. I still have three accounts of 700 taels that have not been verified, and two accounts of 2 taels. We have a business deal of one hundred and thirty taels to discuss, what did you just say? Am I wasting everyone's time?"

Who are you wasting your time with?

The middle-aged man had a lump in his throat and blushed instantly: Well, their family can earn about 400 yuan an hour.

The middle-aged man stopped talking.

Xian Jin's smile did not change, and he turned to look at everyone present, "As the saying goes, sharpening the knife will not make you chop wood. Everyone, one by one, is a well-known figure in the paper shop under the jurisdiction of Xuancheng Mansion. Zhou Zhou in the west of the city The workshop, the Pink Paper Shop in the south of the city, the Red Star Shop in the north of the city, as well as Boss Wang from Jingde, Boss Liu from Dingzhuang, Boss Xiao, Boss Zou and Boss Huang from Jingxian County."

"Chen Ji will post a message for everyone. Come on, everyone. Xianjin knows in his heart that you are not giving face to me, He Xianjin, but you are giving face to this rice paper and the rice paper business."

Xian Jin put his hands on the handle of the back of the Grand Master's chair and said in a calm voice, "The business of rice paper, counting up, has been passed down from generation to generation. It is easy to maintain the ancestral business for hundreds of years, but it is difficult to create achievements - how should rice paper go down? ? How to make it bigger? How to sell better and farther? These problems cannot be solved by me, He Xianjin, nor can I solve them by you, Boss Wang. They can only be solved by everyone together. "

Everyone in the audience looked at each other, some whispered to each other, and made small talk in twos and threes.

Chen Ji posted a post five days ago. He said in the post, "We sincerely invite you to attend the meeting to discuss major issues in the paper industry." This is the first time everyone has seen this kind of gameplay: it is not the first time we have heard of it. It is said that there are gangs and escorts on the dock. Escort agencies, bank accounts, etc. have close contact with each other and gather together every once in a while to figure out what to do.

Most of the paper makers make two sheets in the east and three in the west. Each makes its own paper, earns its own money, and finds its own mother. The forms are independent, and there is even a strong competitive relationship.

So many dozen or twenty paper-making workshops all sat down together. This was the first time I saw such a description.

Everyone in the audience was gossiping, but no one stood up and spoke openly.

Xian Jin deliberately extended the time. When the small talk was over and the audience was as quiet as a chicken, he spoke again, "A single tree cannot make a forest. Fighting tigers and fighting are brothers. Today, Chen Ji set up a hall to invite all the bosses to come. What he did was nothing more than a forest." three things--"