"That's a long time." Ran Hu said this, his spirit suddenly soared, and the unique sense of honor of the time-honored guys instantly burst into pieces. He pulled Changsun Hong and came to a shelf where samples were placed. The shelf was made of high-quality wood, with smooth paint and beautiful style. Shelves of exquisitely cut papers were placed on top layer by layer, with white paper paired with dark red wooden racks, exquisite and elegant.

"Brother, look, the two layers below are inferior goods, and the cost is very low, and they are considered inferior products. Of course, we don't call them that to the outside world. They are called Ranjia leather paper, which costs fifty cents per order. Generally, local poor scholars like to buy this, which is cheap, but there are many of the quality outside and they are not exported well."

"It's better to go up two layers. Look, this paper is dazzlingly white, and its name is very loud. It's called the top scholar's note. It's both ink and soft. It's great if you touch it, right? That's right. This paper is one hundred words per order. We send it to other places, mainly to sell it."

"In the past, our Ruifuxiang's No. 1 prize note was something that many people could not buy in line. They had to come early in the morning, otherwise they would be sold out in the middle of the year."

"Look at the top, this is the best. Brother, you are friends with our Erlang, you must be a scholar. Have you used this good paper? No, right? That's right, this is the best! This is called snow dance. Think about it, the world is white in snow, right? It's so comfortable to write on it, right? Write in the snow with a brush as big as a mop, so majestic, right? By the way, that's right! Using this kind of paper is like writing in the snow with a mop!"

"This paper is a 200-yuan order, and it is not a second price!" Ran Daqi heard the voice here and walked over unhappily, scolding Ran Hu with a sinister face: "You kid, don't you have a doorman at your mouth? You don't have any brains when you should say anything, don't you say anything? People ask you the price, just say the price, why do you say so much?"

He scolded the young Ran Hu in a daze, shook his head and murmured loudly: "He, he is Ran Erlang's friend and a scholar, and he must be reliable... Besides, anyway, the business is so bad now, so it's okay to say this..."

It was fine if he didn't defend his words. As soon as he opened his mouth, he made Ran Daqi so angry that he rushed up. He waved his head left and right and found the chicken-mao Zenzi and grabbed it and called him: "Bad, bad, bad! You know it too! You haven't gone out to shout customers, you are lazy day by day! Why don't you get out and pick up customers! Bastard, Rui Fuxiang's business is bad, and you are defeated by your kid!"

Ran Hu ran away with his head in his arms, rushed to the street and stood far away. His body was fast, but he was still beaten several times.

Ran Pu quickly smiled and comforted her with kind words. Changsun Hong also used his tongue to barely hold Ran Daqi on his angry head.

"Uncle Ran Shidai doesn't have to worry about it. You can make money and lose money when doing business. Just as flowers bloom and flowers fade, how can you last forever?"

After a pause, Changsun Hong smiled and said, "As the saying goes, good fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and the decline will lead to prosperity. The market is not good now, how can we know that there will be no wealth in the future?"

Ran Daqi's eyes lit up, and he turned off his anger. Looking at Changsun Hong, his young face had a bright smile and steady smile. Standing there, he always gave people a feeling of confidence. This feeling has never been seen in any teenager, just like an adult who had lived for decades standing in front of him.

"Brother, I'll lend you auspicious words. I hope your business will be better in the future." Ran Daqi thought about it and said, "What's the use of saying beautiful words? You can't eat it as a meal: "You have read the workshop, so go back to study books. The right way is to get a good fortune in the next year. It's better to ask less about these small business matters, so as not to miss your studies."

"No hurry, Uncle Ran, no hurry." Changsun Hong stood still, spread his hands, made an exaggerated gesture, and said, "This place is so big, I'm afraid it's the number one paper shop in the state, right?"

Ran Daqi had already turned back to the back of the counter, stared at a pile of accounts and raised his eyebrows, and said absent-mindedly: "Of course! When Ruifuxiang opened the account, the owners of those paper mills had not yet been born!"

"It's so long? That brand must be very loud?" Changsun Hong asked again.

Ran Daqi glanced at him strangely, but when others asked about these things worthy of boasting, he was always happy, so he replied, "Of course, if you want to play Ruifuxiang's sign, I won't talk about the four routes in the middle of Sichuan. There are 17 routes in the Song Dynasty. That mansion has never entered our paper merchants? Thinking back then, when my grandfather was still there, the official imperial city used our top scholar's note, and even the paper for imperial edicts was offered. Hehe, you may not believe it. Ruifuxiang's semicolon was opened in Bianliang, Bianliang, the capital!"

Ran Daqi's face turned red uncontrollably. When he remembered the peak of the past, he was excited, excited, and recalled the past.

Changsun Hong nodded understandingly: "Why...uh, what do you say now? The business is much worse?"

He pointed out the door: "Since I came in, there was no guest."

Language can bring people high into the sky, or they can instantly pull people down and throw them into the pit. Ran Daqi is like this. His smile suddenly stopped, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water, and every pore was frozen.

"Well, uh, this..." Ran Daqi's scar was uncovered, and his heart suddenly hurt. After raising it for a long time, he finally became angry and embarrassed: "What does this child say? What does it have to do with you?"

"Don't worry, Uncle Shi, Changsun Hong is abrupt, but this is the truth." Changsun Hong put his hands on his chest and pressed them gently, indicating that Ran Daqi should not jump out and hit him, and also asked Ran Pu, who was beside him, not to rush to interrupt him: "I know that the competition in paper shops is fierce, and the rising stars have emerged over the years, and the types of paper are like stars in the sky, one after another. Take Hezhou as an example. A few years ago, your family was Ruifuxiang. Now go out to see. There are three companies on this street, and there are more competitors. It is naturally difficult to do business, especially Xie Gongjian from Yizhou, who has robbed many old customers, right?"

The two people from the Ran family immediately stopped.

Especially Ran Daqi, he looked straight, straightened his body and looked out, and asked vigilantly: "Brother Changsun knows a lot. Does he own the young owner of the treasure house?"

He turned his head and looked at Ran Pu with a blame: "Are you a friend sent by our opponent?"

Ran Pu couldn't argue, and was about to explain something, but Changsun Hong spoke first.

"The Uncle Shimi misunderstood. I am not a young master. I farm. The reason why I can say what I said just now is that I have found out in the past two days." He talked freely, without the shyness of talking about business with people for the first time: "It is easy to know these things, just squat on the dock for two days. There are too many people there, spend some money and you can ask anything."

Ran Daqi looked at him, closed his mouth and said nothing.

"To be honest, Ran Pu is also a friend I just met. He brought me here twice after meeting him. He is very honest and I am very grateful." He continued: "So I want to come to help him, or rather, I want to come to help Ruifuxiang."

"Help us?" Ran Daqi smiled, smiling slightly and not smiling: "Brother Changsun is a little bit louder!"

"It's not big, I'm already very modest." Changsun Hong's expression became serious, and his serious expression was even more afraid to be despised than the teacher in the class: "I can reduce the cost of Rui Fuxiang's top scholar's note to twenty cents."
Chapter completed!