I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

In order to seek a blessing, the common people will always try their best and rack their brains without affecting themselves.

The New Year's Eve dinner was painted in such a color by them.

"Eat the God of Wealth meal and make a fortune in the New Year."

The children on the street would shout a few words.

When Yin Xuan noticed that there were several times more people ordering the New Year's Eve dinner than he had imagined, and when he realized it later, he couldn't help but gasped.

By the way, Wu Jue was called over.

Wu Jue, who was studying the two kinds of toys, building blocks and Rubik's cube, rushed over, still in a state of confusion. During this period of time, she seemed to be more or less deaf to what was going on outside the window.

After Yin Xuan told her about the New Year's Eve dinner, Wu Jue rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

With her intelligence, it is not difficult to see that this incident has become a kind of marketing by mistake.

"What does Da Lang mean... After a while, when I sell building blocks and Rubik's Cubes, I will also use this sales method?" Wu Jue uttered something terrible while thinking.

Yin Xuan shook his head.

Wu Jue was taken aback.

Called myself over, and then said these things, isn't the purpose what I thought?

"What does Da Lang mean?" Wu Jue asked cautiously.

Yin Xuan smiled slightly: "I intend to let you take this matter as a case, and then write a paper, as detailed as possible."

"Let's sum up the laws and phenomena that happened."

Li Lizhi couldn't help laughing when she heard this.

As expected of his Zhengyang brother, he really has a good mentality of tormenting people. In the days when the Spring Festival is approaching, he actually asked Miss Wu to do this kind of thing.

Writing a dissertation...is a very torturous thing.

Especially when it came to the final trial - Li Lizhi called it the part of digging out words, even if it was a mere word, it took a long time to figure it out.

"Is Da Lang going to publish it in a magazine?" Wu Jue froze for a moment, trying to figure out what Yin Xuan meant.

Yin Xuan nodded.

Wu Jue frowned slightly: "Da Lang, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to publish this kind of thing..."

"You don't want others to learn this method?" Yin Xuan asked with a smile.

Wu Jue nodded.Of course she didn't want to, just now she heard what Yin Xuan said, and although she didn't have time to calculate it in detail, she also knew how terrifying this kind of marketing method was accidentally hit.

I'm afraid it's not enough to make money by myself, hand over this method, and then cultivate competitors?

"What is the core competitiveness of sales?" Yin Xuan asked a question, "Is it... product quality, or marketing methods?"

Wu Jue replied subconsciously: "Naturally, it is the product quality."

Yin Xuan spread his hands: "Since that's the case, why are you afraid that others will learn this marketing method?"

Wu Jue didn't speak.

"The current merchants in the Tang Dynasty are still very clumsy." Yin Xuan shook his head and sighed, "They are all smart people, but their vision and methods are a bit narrow."

"Don't try to eat up all the markets in one go, that's exhausting the pond."

"The bigger the market, the more you can eat."

Wu Jue nodded reluctantly, she understood Yin Xuan's meaning, but the possessive desire from the bottom of her heart made her not want to do such a thing.

Hmm... The word count of the paper is too much, which may be part of the reason.

"Let's write it, and try to get it out before the year." Yin Xuan waved his hand and said with a smile.

Wu Jue's eyes widened.

Li Lizhi and the others gloated even more.

Yin Xuan turned around and glanced at them: "Why are you laughing, the Kong family is urging a new level of textbooks, how much have you done now?"

The little girls suddenly couldn't laugh.

Their faces turned a little red, and Li Lizhi muttered: "I'm doing it, I'm doing it."

Then he pulled out a piece of paper, picked up a pen and wrote the words "Anaithology".

Wu Jue also sat down on that table, and began to think hard about how to make this thesis come out.

These few days of effort.

Yin Xuan just soaked in the kitchen, too many people ordered the New Year's Eve dinner.

There are more than 20 ones with fifty guans alone.

Not to mention the next two grades. Fortunately, Yin Xuan set the lowest price for Wuguan alone. If it was lower, Yin Xuan would have the thought of running away with money.

Until the week before New Year's Eve.

Yin Xuan finally finished most of them - the reason why he said most of them was because he didn't know if there would be any guests coming to make reservations for the New Year's Eve dinner in the last week.

Wu Jue finally wrote this article under Yin Xuan's strict request.

Published in the last issue of the magazine years ago.

For the readers, they are very concerned about this issue of the magazine - not because of Wu Sui's thesis, but because it is said that someone in their issue has finally passed the review of academic papers.

They took the journal in their hands, rummaged through it, and finally found the paper.

The author is a very inconspicuous little transparent in the academy. His surname is Zhang, just like everyone else.

His research also corresponds to his name and the meaning of his words.

Just when other readers are studying physics, chemistry, or toys.

Zhang Anbu made a strange move.

The Confucius family set up a school, and the number of students increased, but it was not so convenient for the teacher to teach, mainly because it was not easy to show the knowledge points to the students.

Or write big characters in advance and stick them on the wall.

Or take the students out of the room, onto the sand, and use a stick to write and teach.

This is very inconvenient.

So he wondered if he could develop a method that could be written on the wall without staining and fading away like ink marks.

After more than half a year of research, he discovered that a lump could be formed by mixing lard and lime.It can be written on the wall, and can be easily wiped off, leaving almost no marks.

He also affectionately named this thing - chalk.

Making chalk is a very simple thing.

But the hard part is this line of thinking.

When some readers saw this paper, they all patted their heads with regret.

"Why didn't I think of this!"

"What a simple thing!"

"That's right, that's right, if I think about it, the five months' wages will be ours."

Someone shook his head with a look of disdain: "After all, Zhuge Liang, the difference between you and An Bu is that one can think of it, and the other can't think of it."

"Unexpectedly, it's still not capable enough." Someone sighed, "It's our fault too."

"Too much regard knowledge as knowledge."

Speaking of this, he paused: "Didn't Mr. Zhengyang say everything, let us broaden our minds and horizons, don't stick to the words in books, life is full of knowledge."

"This time, I was educated by An Bu."