Chapter 67: Collective contempt for Fu Chenan
Fu Chenan nodded and took a big mouthful: "Good... fragrant..."
Although it was not spicy, it was really fragrant.
Fu Chenan ate one happily. Xiao Yingchun's roujiamo was just ready, and when she finished one roujiamo, Fu Chenan had already devoured four roujiamo.
Seeing that the roasted rabbit meat and water basin mutton were quickly finished, she was once again impressed by Fu Dadu's appetite.
But to be honest, this roujiamo and the cold dishes were really fragrant. As for the
snacks... the taste was average.
Xiao Yingchun thought for a while: "How about I give you some snacks next time, and you take them back to the cook to try?"
Some people are really amazing: they know how something is made after they have eaten it.
She thought buying snacks was too easy. If she could get the cook to replicate it with natural ingredients from ancient times, wouldn't she have a treat in the future?
Fu Chenan naturally had no objection: "I'll do whatever you say."
After the meal, Fu Chenan offered an iced Coke.
Xiao Yingchun couldn't refuse... I heard Coke kills sperm? Should she remind Fu Chenan?
But thinking about her relationship with him, Xiao Yingchun silently kept her mouth shut: It's better not to talk too much.
While sipping her Coke, Fu Chenan recounted his day's events.
"Three hundred sets sold in one day?"
"You sell them at thirty taels of silver each?"
"Then you've made... over eight thousand taels of silver today?"
Xiao Yingchun's eyes widened, unsure how to respond.
Xiao Yingchun had given him a wholesale price of only three taels of silver for a set, including the packaging.
And he was selling it for thirty taels!
Such exorbitant profits... enviable.
But considering that the sets she'd wholesaled for three taels of silver cost her less than a hundred yuan...
three hundred sets would have cost less than thirty thousand yuan, yet they could fetch nine ten-tael gold ingots, worth over seven million yuan.
Fu Chenan's profit was ten times greater.
Our profit is two hundred times... I am even more evil-minded!
Forget it, everyone makes their own money.
Xiao Yingchun felt balanced again.
"What are you going to do next?" Xiao Yingchun discussed Tao Tao Ji's business strategy with Fu Chenan in a serious manner...
Tao Tao Ji sells three large boxes of cosmetics sets a day, and one box of the set sells for thirty taels. How much can three boxes sell for?
When someone calculates, his eyes will bleed!
He used to think that Fu Chenan opening a cosmetics shop was a joke, but in the blink of an eye, he himself became a joke!
The noble families and major merchants in the capital were all stunned.
"Who is that Western businessman?"
"The things wholesaled to Fu Chenan have never been seen anywhere else!"
"How can such a unique business be done by a butcher alone?"
"I heard that the Western businessman lives in the Marshal's Mansion. We can't just take people in and snatch him out?"
"That's right! If I were Fu Chenan, I would protect Boss Xis to death! Don't let anyone else see him!"
"You go and guard the door of the Marshal's Mansion. Whenever he comes out, you must find a way to find out his whereabouts..."
There are more than one or two people who have the same plan. Many wealthy families think so.
Just as everyone was eyeing Boss Xisi with eager anticipation, he suddenly left, reeking of alcohol.
A dozen personal guards tightly protected Boss Xisi, but he, disdaining them as an inconvenience, struggled to shove them with his frail limbs.
"Why are you following me? I'm just going to listen to some music and have a few drinks..."
The guards didn't fight back, nor did they give up. They followed Boss Xisi, clamoring all the way into Zuihonglou.
Boss Xisi ordered the most expensive girls in Zuihonglou, and they filled a large table with music, singing, and drinks, enjoying themselves to the fullest. However,
the personal guards were left on the first floor.
With no other options, they had to secure Boss Xisi's private room, front and back, to prevent any mishaps.
Stewards from the major families and shop owners were all tempted: as long as they could meet Boss Xisi and speak to him face to face, who would want to kill him?
So, those with ulterior motives also flocked to Zuihonglou.
A night of dancing and dancing.
That evening, rumors of Boss Xisi's Western goods spread throughout the capital's aristocratic families.
It turned out that Boss Xisi's goods weren't cheap even when wholesaled to Fu Chen'an. A single rouge cost three taels, and a set of ten assorted products, even with discounts, came to twenty-seven taels.
Fu Chen'an only made three taels of silver per set.
So, while it might seem like he sold nine thousand taels on the first day, in reality, over eight thousand taels went into Boss Xisi's pocket.
Fu Chen'an only made a mere nine hundred taels.
And that wasn't even factoring in labor and rent!
Besides, it was a new opening, and no one had seen it before, which was why he was so willing to spend so much.
By the time everyone had stockpiled the product, they wouldn't buy so much, just a few bottles at most...
He was making a pittance from this unique business... All the merchants secretly scoffed.
Fu Chen'an couldn't even lay an egg even with the golden hen in his arms!
He truly deserved to be called a butcher!
Everyone despised Fu Chen'an!
After drinking too much, Boss Xisi said: If others want to buy goods from him, he is also willing to do so.
But they need to go through Fu Chenan and give Fu Chenan a commission. For each set, Fu Chenan will get one or two taels of silver.
This is to repay Fu Chenan for saving his life.
When everyone heard this, what was this? Okay!
So the next day, all the major families and merchants who had originally planned to make Fu Chenan's life difficult went to the Marshal's Mansion to submit visiting cards.
His Majesty the Emperor in the palace also got the news in the morning. When he learned that Fu Chenan had sold nine thousand taels of silver in one day, His Majesty the Emperor's eyes turned green.
But when he heard that Fu Chenan had only made nine hundred taels, the Emperor was dumbfounded.
"He makes a ten percent profit for the first batch of something in the whole capital?"
The spy who reported the matter responded clearly: "That red-haired Boss Xisi said it himself, it should be correct..."
"Hahahaha! This butcher is really not up to standard!" His Majesty the Emperor laughed.
However, when he heard that the Sith boss intended to supply all the major families and merchants through Fu Chenan, he became silent again.
When he heard that Fu Chenan's commission was only one or two taels per set, he couldn't help shaking his head.
The merchants all knew the accounts clearly, so how could he
, as the emperor, not understand? This is obviously because he doesn't know how to do business!
Look at the officials who have salt permits, who is not fat and lucrative?
Only a fool like Fu Chenan can make three taels out of thirty-two taels...
His Majesty the Emperor was relieved and went to the morning court with peace of mind.
When Fu Chenan got up in the morning, he saw a pile of various visiting cards being brought in by the housekeeper. He heard the rumors from yesterday from the personal guards and grinned.
This is the effect he wanted.
If everyone knew that he could make thousands of taels a day, wouldn't he be hated?
Only by letting everyone benefit and hiding himself behind the scenes can he make money steadily in the future...