After the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion was reborn, she divorced and married the prince!

Li Zhirong found out that Qi Liang would attend a banquet hosted by the Beijing Business Association tonight.

Li Zhirong found an old acquaintance and brought him to the banquet.

Caiyunxuan has been very popular in Kyoto recently, which is obvious to all, and Qi Liang has also been promoted to a respected position.

Someone asked him to talk about the success story of Caiyunxuan.

Qi Liang initially humbly declined.

"At a hometown gathering, don't keep your secrets to yourself, just share your experiences!"

He was toasted and cheered, and after a few drinks, he started to talk.

"How much money do ordinary people have in their pockets? If you want to make money, you have to think about what the rich want."

"The weather has suddenly turned cold, but it will only last for a few days. Only people with a lot of money in their pockets will rush to buy thick clothes at this time."

"Common people, just hold on and it will pass."

"Rich families have embroiderers, but their embroiderers are paid monthly wages. We rely on our skills to make a living. How good are the skills of embroiderers among the rich?"

"The clothes are well made and the value is high, so they will definitely sell well."

At this time, someone suddenly asked, "I heard that we bought a batch of new materials from outside this year. What's it called?"

"As white as clouds, as soft as feathers, but the supply is monopolized by the Jinshang family. Why, that flower thing has no impact on Caiyunxuan?"

When Li Zhirong heard this, he immediately lowered his head, but pricked up his ears.

"Well, call it Cotton." Qi Liang smiled meaningfully.

He glanced in the direction of Li Zhirong, then turned away calmly and lowered his voice.

"There will be no outsiders at the hometown gathering tonight. I'm going to tell you something. You must not tell anyone!"

"Okay, okay, there are no outsiders here!"

"Brother Qi, just keep it to yourself. We are fellow villagers helping each other and we will never tell anyone else."

Qi Liang cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "Is this cotton good? It's good, but it's hard and not the warmest. To put it bluntly, it's just poor man's stuff."

"The credit for cotton lies with the court, not with us."

"This cotton is used to replace reed and willow catkins as fillings for cotton-padded clothes."

"Think about it, who uses reed and willow catkins?"

Qi Liang didn't say anything else.

But everyone already knows that reed catkins are free and are collected by poor people to make winter clothes and quilts.

But the amount of reed catkins is very small, and a family may need to collect them for two or three years to make a quilt.

It turns out that this cotton is meant to replace reed catkins and willow catkins?

It is not as good as fur, silk, and down, so rich people naturally won't rush to buy it.

"This winter is warm, and people who can afford cotton clothes probably won't buy them. Won't the cotton be thrown away?" someone asked.

Someone half-jokingly said, "They are all in the hands of Jinshang Cloth Shop, not in your hands, so why are you worried?"

Li Zhirong: …

Heartbroken.

"If the imperial court wants merit, it will naturally seize the wealthy businessmen it is familiar with and slaughter them." Someone said with a wink.

Li Zhirong: …

My heart hurts even more.

While everyone was drinking and laughing and no one was paying attention to him, he staggered to his feet and left quickly.

I thought being a concubine's sister was a help to him! I didn't expect it was a trap for him!

This is killing the familiar!

No, he couldn't let all this cotton fall into his hands. He couldn't lose money and be held accountable at the same time!

Li Zhirong left the banquet and immediately called together his shopkeepers.

After discussion, everyone unanimously decided that they could not keep all the remaining cotton in their hands, and they had to find buyers and sell the cotton.

But their cotton-padded clothes didn’t sell well before.

Later, Qi Liang said something at a hometown reunion.

Now, even if Li Zhirong wants to sell cotton, no one will buy it.

Not only was the market bad, but even the weather was against him.

"Master, the weather has been nice these days, the temperature is warmer than October, and people are still wearing autumn clothes!"

"The Imperial Astronomical Observatory said that this winter will be mild and the temperature will not be very cold."

Cotton can’t be sold, and cotton clothes are even harder to sell.

Li Zhirong was angry and anxious.

But looking at the furs sold at Caiyunxuan across the street, they are still not troubled by sales.

I heard that their orders are booked until January!

Your own failure is terrible, but the success of your peers is even more outrageous!

Li Zhirong was anxious and angry, and felt uneasy.

Song Mingli came to the Caiyunxuan head office that day and watched the newly recruited workers, each of whom was already very familiar with their work.

Marking, cutting, sewing... everyone is responsible for their own task, and repeated practice makes them proficient.

They received their wages, and their young faces were filled with satisfied smiles.

Her little face was rosy, there was more hope in her eyes, and her face looked more radiant.

When Qi Liang learned that she was coming, he hurried over as well.

"Li Zhirong was already anxious, and asked his men to quietly sell the cotton, but our people also spread the news."

"They say the cotton is not selling well and the government will hold them accountable, so no one dares to buy it."

Song Mingli lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "I remember that we still have old furs, but the quality is not as good as this year's new ones?"

Qi Liang smiled and said, "That's not the case. This year's fur has such top quality because of the improved nitration process."

"Last year's goods were also of superior quality last year."

Song Mingli nodded and said, "Sell the furs."

Qi Liang looked at her in astonishment, "Our furs are selling so well, are you selling that batch now?"

"Well, let Li Zhirong know the news first," Song Mingli thought for a moment, "Don't let him know that it's our goods. Pull them out of the capital first and pretend they're from outside the Great Wall."

Qi Liang was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood.

"Does the princess want him to be more eager to sell the cotton in order to buy this batch of furs?"

Song Mingli smiled slightly, "What do you think?"

Qi Liang nodded, his eyes deep, "Qi Xu has been working hard recently. Although he enjoys it, he has lost a lot of weight. It's time for him to take a break."

"Selling fur to dignitaries is a huge profit. Caiyunxuan should also do something good for the country and the people."

Song Mingli felt relieved to leave the next matter to Qi Liang.

Qi Liang did not disappoint.

Before the batch of furs arrived in Beijing, Li Zhirong had already set his sights on it.

Even though he saw the goods and realized that they were not as good as the top-grade fur from Caiyunxuan, he did not bargain too hard.

Nowadays in Kyoto, fur is no longer a hard sell.

But Li Zhirong was more anxious to sell the batch of cotton in his hands.

You need to have liquid capital in hand to make many things easier to do.

They are all pressed into pieces and can’t move!

It was at this time that a southern businessman found Li Zhirong.

"I heard that Manager Li has a new thing called cotton?" The southern manager was unfamiliar, very young, and spoke in a non-standard Kyoto Mandarin.

Li Zhirong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had already spread the word in Kyoto that he wanted to sell cotton, but the merchants in Kyoto were unmoved and no one was willing to take over.

Now a businessman from another place has come, and maybe he hasn’t found out everything yet, so he came to our door.

How could Li Zhirong miss this person who was willing to take over?

The two talked for a long time. In order to get rid of this hot potato as soon as possible, Li Zhirong sold all of it to the southern businessman at the price of 200 coins per catty.

He bought it from the imperial court for 280 wen, and now he has to pay 80 wen per pound!

However, he has already sold all the cotton, so the court cannot hold him accountable, right?

Li Zhirong felt more relaxed than ever before.