Luo Liang was able to pass Chen Yue's instructions, so he naturally did not dare to say anything more at this time. He finally squeezed out the crowd and took the storyteller around the alley twice before returning to the Chen family's house.

Chen Yue was busy for a long time and was resting on the stool that Xianer moved in. The storyteller came in and had a good eye. He came to the newspaper office without waiting for Luo Liang to introduce him.

"Xiaodifangdi came to Hangzhou from Tokyo to ask for some food and wrote a story at the Zhuangyuan Building."

Chen Yue stood up and greeted him. Seeing that the man was thin and had a pretty eye, he didn't understand what he had to come to him and looked at Luo Liang in confusion.

Luo Liang came forward and told everything about this morning. Chen Yue probably understood the purpose of the trip and bowed and smiled: "It turned out to be Mr. Fang. Chen Yue was writing a book in his spare time, but he didn't expect it to catch his eyes."

Storytelling was also called rap in ancient times. Each ethnic group had its own different storytelling styles. It was prosperous in the Song Dynasty, and it didn't matter if you called a gentleman with respect, just like the ordinary people called "officials" on the market.

Fang Di had to let go of their work first. He knew that Chen Yue was a clan and was not restrained. However, when he heard that the person in front of him was the talented man who had become famous recently, he was still surprised and bowed: "I didn't expect it to be Mr. Chen. No wonder he could write such fascinating words. I originally wanted to ask the master to lend me the full version of the book, but now I feel a little embarrassed to speak."

Chen Yue thought that the story was indeed a good story, but the classical Chinese vernacular written by himself was really hard to say whether it could be fascinating. However, it would not be worse than the storyteller's mouth. He turned around and asked Xian'er to take it and wrote the part he had prepared for Gong Fu in the afternoon. He was not pretentious and handed it to Fang Di directly: "Sir, I've politely written. I can read it and I'll give it to you. But I haven't finished writing it yet. I'll have someone to send it to you after a few days."

Fang Di was overjoyed. Although people with his identities were called "Mr." outside, they were just a genius who made a living by their mouths. Chen Yue was born in a family of officials and a newly rising talent. He could always raise his status after he could get in touch with him. He hurriedly thanked him. Seeing that there was something else here, he knew that it would be annoying to stay for a long time, so he wanted to say goodbye and leave.

Chen Yue thought about it and asked Xian'er to take two bottles of flower dew. The wooden bottle was made quite exquisitely, and the bottle body also had the "Wenfuji" and Yiduo Peony carved logo, which was not much bigger than the thumb, and looked quite exquisite.

Chen Yue handed the two bottles of flower dew to Fang Di and said, "This is the flower dew in the story book. Mr. Fa might as well take it back and try it."

There is no high-tech media in this era, and even newspapers cannot reach a large scale. Things that come out of the storyteller's mouth can easily have an impact on public opinion. Of course, most people dare not say that the right and wrong of this dynasty is, but Chen Yue's "implanted advertising" does not have to worry about this problem at all.

Fang Di was not polite either. He took the two bottles of flower dew and looked a little surprised, but he couldn't open it in front of others to find out, put the two bottles in his arms and say goodbye.

Gong Fu left in a slight way and came up to ask, "Young Master, how much does the flower dew cost in the afternoon have to be offered to others? There are at least thirty or forty bottles made here. I think it's okay to sell it for two cents of money."

I had planned to make a price agreement. Considering that the market needs to be cultivated in the early stage, it is naturally impossible to increase the price by one. Now I am just using wooden bottles. It will not be too late to replace it with porcelain bottles and jade bottles and then increase the price.

"Well, when you go out, you set up a brand and offer a price of four cents of money, and then discount the price by half. I just said that you only sold two cents of money per bottle in the first three days."

Gong Fu's expression stagnated, and even Luo Liang and Xian'er next to him were stunned for a moment.

"Haha, Master, you're just like telling a joke."

"Young Master, what time has it been? I was shocked."

Chen Yue frowned and asked them in confusion: "What a joke?"

The three of them were stunned again, but Gong Fu spoke first: "Two silos...one bottle...the young master takes it seriously?"

"Otherwise, what?"

"This... the medicinal wine from Fuyunxuan in the city is only 200 yuan, and such a small bottle of flower dew... how can I sell it?" Just kidding, such a small bottle of flower dew is sold for two cents, or is it only sold for half a day for three days. Which one has more money and has nowhere to spend it to buy it? Gong Fu sighed in his heart. The young master was tempted by money. He just admired his methods in the past two days, and the confidence he built was destroyed by this sentence again.

Chen Yue waved his hand and said, "Just do what I said." He stopped talking. Rich people could spend a lot of money to make a smile on their faces. They would not care about this money at all. No matter how cheap the money is, they would not buy such dispensable things. Now they can't explain it clearly to them. They don't understand the psychology of the two classes at all.

Luo Liang and Gong Fu looked at each other and saw the disappointment in each other's eyes. After making things for so long these days, even if they don't know the formula, they can understand how much the cost of these dews is. Although they have signed a contract with the young master to not disclose the dews, maybe this one in the world, but what is the difference between selling a small bottle of two chunks of money? Fortunately, they are not here to make money. As long as the young master can keep his promise and send their children to school, there is no other plan to ask for anything else.

Xian'er also looked at Chen Yue with some concern. Seeing that he looked leisurely and lazy, he seemed to be not worried about the afternoon, he gradually calmed down. He had never seen him suffer any losses since he followed the young master these days. He had a trace of blind trust in him unknowingly. "Maybe the young master may have other purposes," the little girl thought to herself.

"Oh, by the way, there are too few things made now. Only ten bottles a day are sold at half price. If you sell too much, you will suffer a loss." Chen Yue turned around and said casually.

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It's a little late, and there's still some in the middle of the night. The jet lag is really too big, so don't wait.

Thanks for paying the tuition fee and the reward for the man who was so fucked by the chubby.
Chapter completed!