It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

Mo Wuming came to this world alone, and he is still walking alone here. He has no lofty ambitions, and he has no family or friends who need him to carry the burden of life.

He can act arbitrarily within the scope of the rules. Life is nothing more than food, clothing, housing and transportation. He needs to achieve financial freedom first.

The prosperity of the world is all for profit, and the chaos of the world is for profit. Throughout the ages, women and children's money is the most violent and easy to earn.After doing business for so long, researching and comparing various places, he still decided to target the market on women, especially noble women who are capable and willing to spend money for themselves. The makeup and skin care industry is even more targeted at these people. It is absolute violence.

When he was doing advertising planning before, he met many companies that made make-up products. He couldn’t say a lot about make-up products, but it was not like ordinary old men who couldn’t even tell the color of lipstick.In line with his job responsibilities, he even went to some OEM factories and did research and analysis on product ingredients.

Leaving Zhuangzi, Mo Wuming went directly to West Street and knocked on the small door at the corner of the alley. This was the house he bought after returning from a business trip for the second time.

The door creaked open, and the person who opened the door was a boy in a gray-blue coarse cloth. Seeing Mo Wuming outside the door, he hurriedly turned sideways to welcome him in.

"Boss, you are here. Steward Liu is in the backyard workshop." Seeing the boss coming in, the boy closed the door with a smile, and returned to the position just now, guarding the door while working.

"Yeah." Mo Wuming greeted Shi Man, the servant, and walked straight to the factory building. Presumably, Butler Liu was watching the production status of the products.

This place is not too big, with a second-floor pavement facing the street in front. He also bought the yard next door and opened it up to the backyard. A simple factory building was built on one side, and a separate wing room was built on the other side for people to live in.

In the courtyard, there were three members of Steward Liu's family, two women, and a family of five, a total of ten people.

He found the two women when he was in the business. They were both official slaves who were sold. They knew how to make rouge. It took him a while to buy them. Some suggestions will surely be able to accept the results.

He has no idea of ​​fighting against the cruel system of this era. The people here are all bought. What he can do is to buy the whole family, so as not to separate the flesh and blood of these people. generation out of slavery.

Steward Liu checked the amount of raw materials used and the number of finished products, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the owner at the door, and immediately walked up to meet him.

"Boss, you are back, our shop can open."

Hearing the sound, the two women holding the new product suddenly raised their heads. It was really the boss, and greeted them happily. Both of them were servants of criminal officials. If it wasn't for the boss, they would definitely fall into such a dirty place.

The few months here are really happy, there is no harsh master, no need to carefully serve and please, the master gave them a job they like, not only paid them wages, but also promised that they could buy their own slaves if they met the conditions.At that time, I will also be able to set up a door, holding the finished product in my hand, and a sense of pride will arise spontaneously.

"Boss, this is a new facial mask, the mask paper is made of silk, and the other is made of pure cotton." Liu Hong in pink clothes showed it to Mo Wuming as if offering a treasure.

"There is also this kind of smear-style mask you mentioned. Liu Hong and I added some new herbs according to the reference recipe you gave, and adjusted the ratio. The water-locking effect is very good." Liu Qing also Not to be outdone, he took up the conversation.

"Yes, my boss. We have studied the planning book you gave us, and we have tested it, and there is no problem."

Steward Liu's understanding of these products is not as good as Liu Qingliuhong's. He is proficient in business operations. After studying the planning book left by his boss for several months, he not only has a deeper understanding of business operations, but also has a deeper understanding of these skin care and make-up products. I can rate one or two.

Mo Wuming carefully observed and felt these things, looked at the three pairs of expectant eyes, smiled slowly, and gave a positive evaluation.

There are not many types of products produced here, but there are three kinds of facial masks, two kinds of foundations, and four kinds of lipsticks, all of which refer to modern products, and the hands of the aborigines here are more in line with the aesthetic taste of this era.

Mo Wuming has already planned it. He and Xu Wei will cooperate to create a series of high-end products, which are specially sold to rich and noble people, and the profits will be shared.

And here will be the first store, named Mantanghong, forgive him for not being good at naming, but the name of Liuqing Liuhong came to him when he saw the willows on the embankment.

Butler Liu is a talent carefully selected by Mo Wuming. The business management has already been handed over to him. The store has been decorated and is waiting for the official opening on the auspicious day. Everyone is nervous and excited about the opening in two days.

Once again, I tallied up the details of the number of products on the shelves and the suppliers with Liu Steward. It was already late, and Mo Wuming waved his hand and led everyone to the restaurant for dinner.

"Hey, the boss is so grand, let's go" everyone yelled.

The atmosphere was very joyful, and the corners of Mo Wuming's mouth could not help but smile even wider: "Let's go, Tianxianglou, eat whatever you want."

After the meal, Mo Wuming told everyone to pay attention to safety and do things seriously. After coming out of Tianxiang Tower, he went straight to Zhuangzi. After a day of exhaustion, he should take a good night's rest and go home tomorrow.

----split line----

It was only two months before the end of the year, and Tong Baixiong had no intention of staying outside. He came to the vice-principal's mansion as soon as he came back from Mount Hua, to drink with his brother Fang.

The lotus leaves and lotus flowers in the lake have long since withered and withered, creating a monotonous and desolate winter scene. However, the small island in the lake is located on a high terrain, and sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake has a broad view and broad mind.

Tong Baixiong saw the standing figure in the pavilion from a distance, and immediately shouted, his tone could not conceal his joy: "Brother Fang, I'm back, old boy, and I'll bring you some good wine."

Walking impatiently on the pontoon bridge, he stepped on the water while shouting. Before he finished speaking, he entered the pavilion, turned up the cup on the stone table, and immediately poured two cups: "Come, have a taste."

"Brother Tong" Fang Mian didn't have time to say anything, so he took the drink raised in front of his eyes and clinked a glass with the other party, "The wine is not bad, where did Brother Tong get it?"

"Hey, it's a small town at the foot of Huashan Mountain. The shop is named Cangqiong." The wine glass was really uncomfortable. Tong Baixiong put down the cup and shouted to the attendant next to him, "Hurry up and change to a bigger bowl. It's too small to drink comfortably."

The attendant cast a vague glance at the vice-rector, but didn't see any reaction, and replied respectfully: "Yes." Immediately, he jumped away, and changed two bowls after a while, followed by four waitresses carrying dishes.

Sitting in the pavilion, the two of them were surrounded by an open scene, the wine was hot in the cool breeze, the small dishes and big meat were accompanied by gossip, and they felt uncomfortable.

After another bowl of drinking, Tong Baixiong went down to pick up a large piece of beef, and chatted casually: "Speaking of this wine, I also met two little brothers who went to the business. There are more types of wine”

"Oh~" Fang Mian looked down at the clear wine in the bowl, and replied noncommittally, the name is the sky, but he knows how to name it, and he drank it with his head raised.

"Ah" took another sip, and Tong Baixiong let out a sigh, "According to him, there is a kind of wine in his hometown, which tastes very good. Although it is soft in the mouth, it has a long-lasting stamina. It also has the clear taste of green plums. It is hot in the cold winter. A bowl, the taste, the gods will not change, I really want to taste it."

"Really, green plum cooking wine is good for heroes, you can try it, where is he from?"

"Well, where? Minglan City under Jianggan Changdu Mansion, it's quite a small place." The wine jar was only halfway through, and Tong Baixiong was already drunk, and a daze flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Huh?" The hand holding the drink paused, and it was natural to think that the guy who cooks well and is good at taking care of people, heard him mention that he was going to build a caravan at the place where he worked when he left.

Will it be such a coincidence?Fang Mian put down the bowl, then sat up straight and asked, "What's it called?"

"Well, do you want to ask those two little brothers?" Tong Baixiong scratched the thick beard on his chin with his left hand, "One is called Lu Yan, and the other is called Mo Wuming."

Mo Wuming, it really was him!

As soon as Fang Mian raised his head, he saw Tong Baixiong's eyes widen, huh?

"Hey, Brother Fang, why did you shave your beard again, why don't you keep it?" He said why did he think Brother Fang was wrong, that big beard?

Fang Mian: "...".

He used to be in a low position and didn't like others to stare at him blankly, but now he is under one person and above all others, how dare he!

Drinking a jar of wine, Tong Baixiong was lying on the table already drunk, Fang Mian beckoned someone to send Brother Tong back, the wine was indeed strong enough, not enough for a jar, this made him drunk.

He was the only one in the pavilion, standing by the railing with his hands behind his back, looking around the lake full of dead branches and dead lotus, the yellow leaves of several trees that change in four seasons have all fallen, and the evergreen trees are also full of green in summer, and the cool wind is not cold enough , passing by, the drunkenness dissipated, Fang Mian flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

When I stepped out of the pavilion, I threw down the sentence "Tonight we will serve 'eggplant with minced garlic' and 'boiled fish'".

Um?The attendants who were stuck in their tracks hurriedly changed directions to arrange the deputy priest's meal for tonight.

Fang Mian finished handling the academic affairs, stretched his shoulders and neck, leaned on the backrest and thought, the end of the year is approaching, and the leader Ren is about to leave the customs, should Duan Qiurong delay?The news brought by Brother Tong gave him new inspiration.