Datang Fenghua Road

Just the various product marketing methods of later generations made the Cheng family's father and son stunned, and looked at Han Yue in shock.

"Uncle Cheng, it's not difficult to prepare this Huoxiangzhengqi water. There are nine main medicines in the prescription... Don't worry, their prices are not expensive, on the contrary, they are very cheap. You can buy [-] to [-] kilograms for a consistent amount of money."

Cheng Yaojin said impatiently: "Just tell me how many potions can be prepared from the raw materials of consistent money. As for the preparation method and the required drugs, this involves the content of the secret recipe, so the old man will not listen..."

"Okay!" Han Yue nodded, then pondered for a while, and said slowly: "The boy once estimated that after [-] catties of herbal medicines are infused, [-] bottles of Huoxiangzhengqi water can be prepared. If the price of each bottle is based on the price of each bottle If you calculate it by twenty wen, you can get eight thousand copper coins, that is, eighty pieces."

"What are you talking about, [-] points?" Lao Cheng was shocked and his body was trembling: "Doesn't this mean that once this medicine is marketed, there will be [-] times the profit..."

Cheng Chumo was even more unbearable, the baby's mouth was slanted and his eyes were slanted, and the slaps were dripping down.

"It can't be calculated like this. Eighty guan is just a gross profit. We also need to deduct labor costs. The factory building... uh... is workshop depreciation, channel expenses, etc..." Han Yue scratched his head and slowly explained to them .

"Don't make all these twists and turns, the old man doesn't understand, you can tell me how much the net profit is, and if you keep talking like this, believe it or not, the old man will slap you with a big mouth."

"Pure profit?" Han Yue pondered and estimated, "Even if you deduct labor and depreciate the workshop, I think there will always be a net profit of [-] yuan!"

"Ahhahaha!" Old Cheng Yangtian laughed loudly, like a night owl howling, his furry face swollen red and ferocious, it was scary to look at.

"Sixty times the net profit, even if it is divided into five or five equals with you, my Cheng family can also make thirty profits. Good, very good, very good. In this way, in less than a year, the Cheng family will be able to make a huge sum of money, and I want to see , when the time comes, who else in Chang'an City dares to pose in front of Lao Tzu, it is His Majesty... ah ha ha ha!"

The more old Cheng said, the more excited he became, and suddenly he caught sight of Cheng Chumo grinning and smirking, and his backhand slapped his son staggering.

"Remember it for Lao Tzu, this is called Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, sixty times of huge profits, dare to say that Lao Tzu will ruin your whole family."

"Yes yes yes!" Poor Cheng Chumo was stared at by his father's slap in the eye, and he remembered it with trembling heart. Suddenly he reacted and said with tears in his eyes: "Father, my whole family, isn't it your whole family? ?"

Uh... Lao Cheng was stunned, unable to speak for a while.

Han Yue was just about to see his joke, but the old hooligan was really shameless, and he found a step for himself in an instant, only to see this guy slapped Han Yue on the shoulder, and said with a grin, "If you can't ruin your own family, then you will ruin his whole family, wow hahaha. !"

Damn, don't you want this fucking face anymore.

Han Yue rubbed his numb shoulders, sighing in his heart.

In order to prevent Lao Cheng from smoking again, he decided to pour cold water on it.

"Uncle Cheng, can you stop and then laugh? Let me finish first. The pure profit of this Huoxiangzhengqi water is indeed high, but if it is to be mass-produced, I am afraid there are still some difficulties... If it can't be solved, It's a joke to try to make money from this industry."

These words were really lethal, Cheng Yaojin's face twitched, and his laughter stopped abruptly.

"What difficulty, tell me!" Lao Cheng stared at him fiercely, with a vicious look on his face: "If you are worried that someone will cause trouble, I will carry the axe and guard the workshop every day, whoever will chop whoever!"

Take it down!Han Yue rolled his eyes and was speechless for a while.

The door god is what Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde should do. Cheng Yaojin has a furious face and a fierce face. He really wants to carry an axe to guard the door of the workshop, let alone outsiders. Organise production.

Although he was sulking in his heart, he didn't dare to show it on his face, there was nothing he could do, he was afraid of being beaten...

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Lao Cheng was in a hurry. Seeing that Han Yue didn't speak for a long time, he became more and more urged: "Come on, what is the difficulty?"

"Alcohol is needed! This is a necessary accessory for the preparation of Huoxiangzhengqi water..."

"Alcohol? What is that? Where can I buy it?" Lao Cheng looked at Cheng Chumo blankly, but found that his son was also confused, and obviously he had never heard of it.

"Baby, could it be that I made up something to fool the old man..."

"Don't dare!" Han Yue saw that the old hooligan showed signs of rampage, and quickly began to explain: "This thing is really not sold at present, we can only produce it ourselves."

"Then produce..." Lao Cheng waved his hand, and without asking how much it would cost to produce alcohol, he said proudly, "Since you know alcohol, you must already know what to expect, so production is all it takes, it's nothing more than building an extra house. "

Han Yue frowned and said: "Uncle Cheng is probably going to be disappointed. I'm afraid that alcohol can't be mass-produced for the time being. It requires modern equipment..."

"What is...modernization...?" Cheng's father and son looked at each other, then stared at him blankly.

"Modernization is..." Han Yue was a little hairy when they were staring at him, his eyes suddenly lit up in a hurry, a thought flashed in his mind, and he murmured: "Actually, there is no need to produce alcohol, you can use high alcohol instead... ouch Damn it, this is a big business to make money, you can't let the old guy...!"

He subconsciously stopped, but unfortunately the Cheng family's father and son were very good at hearing and could not hear a word.

High alcohol?very profitable?

Old Cheng's eyes shone brightly, as wide as copper bells.Cheng Chumo quietly swallowed his saliva and asked with a shy smile, "Brother, what is this high-alcohol liquor? Listen to what you mean, this thing is very profitable? Is it delicious..."

Before Han Yue could answer, Lao Cheng suddenly laughed and said loudly, "My son is asking this too much, and I don't even look at the expression on this kid's face. Gaojiu is definitely a treasure. I didn't say it, five to five!"

"Uncle Cheng, this matter..."

"Ahahaha, don't worry, little baby, the high-level wine workshop is still funded by my Cheng family, this matter is settled! I didn't expect this old man to come today and find two major industries for the Cheng family, this is going to be released... "The old hooligan laughed wickedly and didn't give Han Yue a chance to speak at all, and directly decided on the cooperation of high-level liquor.

"I knew it, I knew it, the fat meat is being targeted by the wolves, how can it run away!" Han Yue's distressed brain was throbbing, and he gave himself a mouth with a backhand.

"It's useless to beat yourself to death, but you can't eat anything Lao Cheng likes if you don't eat it! Hurry up and tell the old man what the regulations are for high alcohol."

Han Yue's face was bulging, and he hesitated for a while to test carefully: "Uncle Cheng, don't say it's okay!"

"Don't tell me?" The old hooligan raised his head and said to Cheng Chumo, "Don't take my Xuanhua axe, the stars are like water today, and the wind is breezy, and the old man suddenly became enlightened. It can be upgraded to a cloak and six axes, just to experiment on this kid..."

"Okay, daddy later, here's the axe!"

Don't, if you have something to say, why use a knife and a gun...

Building a house silently at Article 32, Wang Lingyun settles down

Cheng Yaojin was born in a horse, and his acting style was resolute and vigorous. The Cheng family's father and son were impatient. After agreeing on industrial cooperation, they rushed back to Chang'an overnight.In the early morning of the next day, it was still dark, and Cheng Chumo went back to Tianjiazhuang.

This guy brought more than a hundred servants and dozens of masonry craftsmen. The brigade of horses and horses had bright torches, and the noise was like a devil entering the village, and Tianjiazhuang was shocked.

"Brother, don't sleep anymore, get up and start work!" This guy went straight to the house, pulled Han Yue out of the bed, who was sleeping soundly, and yelled at him with a big mouth.

"Start work? What kind of work are you going to start?" Han Yue was dazed and dazed. He was half asleep now, and his head was still a little foggy.

"What kind of work do you start? Build a workshop!" Cheng Chumo glared at him: "It was agreed last night that Huoxiangzhengqishui and Gaijiu workshops will be built in your Tianjiazhuang. I said brother, you wouldn't have it. Amnesia, you forget your work in the middle of the night? It's hard for me to come here early in the morning..."

"Early in the morning?" Han Yue stared blankly at the sky, very good, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the paint color is like ink.Look at the craftsmen again, damn, everyone is yawning, all of them have a pair of panda eyes, and a few of the slightly more tempered mouths are still cursing.

Needless to say, these craftsmen, like him, were directly dragged out of the bed by Cheng Chumo, and it was estimated that the hiring process was not harmonious.

"It's still early, I'll go to bed again." Han Yue yawned long, sleepy eyes, and unbearable difficulty. He was so tired these days that he couldn't care about Cheng Chumo, his head was on the pillow, and the snoring sounded.

"Which way to sleep, you wake me up..."

"Don't make trouble, it's still dark!" Han Yue muttered, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Cheng Chu was silent: "You don't want to get up, right? You dare to lie in bed in front of your brother, you wait for me." The guy was angry, ran to the corner of the room and reached out to scoop out a ladle of cold water, and turned back to the bed haha With a mad laugh, he fell into the quilt in a daze.

The water in the well was cold, the body was sour and refreshing, and the water flowed down three thousand feet.