The Notre Dame system is arrogant again

Chapter 699 The Gap Between Fiction and Reality
Zhang Qingshan said.

"Don't talk about it. It's not a good thing for people to hear that your mother-in-law looks down on your daughter-in-law. I can't count on Xiao Wu. Isn't there still a big bull and a bull? In two years It's time for them to end, it's up to them whether the Zhang family can produce a wormwood."

He didn't think about it, but diverted his hope.

He has been obsessed with it all his life, and wanted to confess an official, but how could he give up because of a few words from an outsider, but his grandchildren still have someone to inherit his dream.

……

"Your uncle has entered the Yamen as a job."

Zhang Xiaohua looked at Mencius Jun with Erlang legs crossed and said in surprise.

"Why do you care so much about my family?"

"Your uncle, shouldn't I care?" Mencius threw peanuts into his mouth, "It's a pity, after studying for so many years, I can only be a government servant in the end."

"Isn't it good to be a yamen servant? After all, you are also an official." Civil servants are very popular in modern countries, okay?
"What kind of official meal is he? Do you know what official meal is?"

"What about you?" Zhang Xiaohua squinted.

Mencius Jun said helplessly.

"Don't make fun of me, I'm just doing odd jobs for Mr. Duan."

"But I found out that you are more powerful than your boss. You can intervene anywhere. If you don't tell the outside world that Duan Li is dead, then those officials will give you face?"

"Are you talking about gambling?" Meng Zijun shook his head, "It's not as complicated as you think. I know the government's tolerance and I have a good relationship with a head catcher, so I told him what you said, and he told him again. Their adults said it. This official has a delicate heart in his head, and he can see through it, and he is more thoughtful than we thought, and this is done."

"Oh, so you're also acting as a return microphone for this one."

Mencius didn't know what a microphone was, but it didn't prevent him from understanding.

"Yeah, but you can't do it without me as the microphone." Mencius raised his chin.

Zhang Xiaohua is funny.

"Yes, you are doing well."

"By the way, your uncle, do you need me to do you a favor? If he takes the test, I can take care of him."

Zhang Xiaohua immediately shook her head.

"do not want!"

"Why? Afraid of taking my favor?"

"I don't like people meddling in other people's lives."

Meng Zijun blinked his eyes, why did this sound so profound.

"Especially deliberately interfering in other people's lives."

"Can you explain it?" Meng Zijun couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Xiaohua gave him a blank look.

"Someone secretly intervenes in your affairs, you are willing!"

"Why don't you want to? Just be nice to me."

"What do you mean by being good to you? How do you mean being good to you? Are you a god, or is he a god? What will happen after knowing? Fortune and misfortune depend on each other. I've never heard of it."

Mencius Jun looked at Zhang Xiaohua for a long time, then held out his thumb.

"I'm speechless."

"You should have been speechless a long time ago!" Zhang Xiaohua said bluntly, "Why did you come to my place again during this time, Duan Li is not here, are you so idle?"

"I'm here to send you money." Mencius Jun said as he pushed the account and bank notes towards her, "Look, this is a year's income."

"What is it?"

Zhang Xiaohua opened it and saw that it was fruit wine and soap candles.

By the way, speaking of these three items, she hasn't asked why she hasn't seen anything on the market yet.

Mencius Jun looked embarrassed.

"You don't understand this, do you? Can such a good thing be sold on the market? It's all a private order, a specific supply! Do you understand, little girl?"

Zhang Xiaohua looked at him, and then flipped through the ledger to the final amount of her dividend, which was six figures. It was okay, but it was still a little different from what was expected.

Mencius stared at Zhang Xiaohua's expression, but saw nothing.

"Do you know how much that is?" He couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Xiaohua glared at him, she thought of this, how much do you know? Damn, what else would you do if she didn't think about it!
Naturally, Mencius-jun didn't know that it was Zhang Xiaohua's invention, he just thought it was Duan Li, and Duan Li wanted to share dividends with Zhang Xiaohua, of course it was because of their unusual relationship.

Zhang Xiaohua shook her head.

"You only earn so much money for such a good thing, you are really a talent."

Mencius Jun's nose almost twisted when he heard this.

"I say you……"

"Why did you give me the money? How long has it been!" Zhang Xiaohua interrupted him.

Mr. Mencius said angrily.

"You don't know that those rich and powerful families like to settle accounts at the end of the year! I still want to get money every day, the key people don't do it."

"If you don't do it, why sell it to them, let's play!"

Mencius was speechless.

"I said little girl, if you don't sell it to them, who will you sell it to? Who can afford it?"

Zhang Xiaohua felt something was wrong, so she hurriedly asked what was going on, Meng Zijun thought about it and said, after listening, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help lamenting, the novel is indeed a novel!
When I saw these three things at the time, the author in the article did not give a detailed explanation of the daily production amount, but said vaguely, and directly said that this product entered the market and aroused the popularity of the ancients. In fact, it is not so easy.

In ancient times, there was no mechanization or assembly line, it was all manual and handmade, and there were a lot of raw materials, such as the fat used for soap, which was extracted from pigs, but there is nowhere to buy thousands of pigs here, because No one raises that many!

Moreover, the pigs here do not eat feed, but grow normally. Generally speaking, it takes a year for the pigs to grow up. This condition alone restricts the production volume.

Coupled with labor, it is impossible to produce as much as Zhang Xiaohua thinks.

So far, in half a year, Xiaohua Soap has produced more than 1000 pieces of finished products, and candles have not exceeded this number. There are more fruit wines, but the number is not large, because this year's fruit has just been purchased, and it will take next year to ferment it into wine. There are very few fruit wines on the market.

For various reasons, Mencius took the special marketing route.

Zhang Xiaohua sincerely apologized.

"I was wrong, I'm sorry, I apologize to you."

It was the first time Meng Zijun saw Zhang Xiaohua like this, and he was a little curious.

"Then what are you thinking?"

"What I want is to make tens of millions of them every day and sell them all!"

Mencius has a black thread.

"You really dare to think! Even if you make so many, no one may be able to afford it."

"Can't the price be lower?"

Mencius Jun knew what she meant, small profits but quick turnover, but this is not going to work at all.

"Haven't you ever thought about how many people are needed to make so much? You sold it for so little money that you couldn't even get back the capital."

Zhang Xiaohua was not convinced.

"Also, I know you want those ordinary people to buy it and use it, but have you ever thought about whether those noble people are willing? If they don't want it, you can't sell it."

"Why?" It was Zhang Xiaohua's turn to be curious.

Mencius is the king.

"Have you used the soap I brought you, is it very useful?"

"Ah."

"Such an easy-to-use thing, can noble people ask people to use it casually? Does it look expensive to them if they use it casually?" Meng Zijun said seriously, "When will they no longer feel that this thing is expensive, when can this thing be called ordinary?" People use it. Also, if you don’t satisfy them, you still want to sell it? Forget it, take away your prescription, and make you die again!”

(End of this chapter)