Chapter 368 Junior Master, Don’t Talk Big

The uncle and nephew didn't talk for long before they parted. Pan Tao went home, while Pan Jun took Pan Xiaohei in his arms and went for a stroll, playing all the way until they came to the silk shop.

After the Lantern Festival, is the warm spring far away?
Therefore, today many people take advantage of the merchants’ promotions to buy fabrics for their spring clothes.

Rich people not only like to buy new clothes in the spring, but also like to buy new items.

There was a three-meter-long table on the west side of the silk shop, which was filled with various exquisite porcelains.

There was a car parked not far away with more than a dozen boxes on it, obviously there was still some goods that had not been unloaded.

Pan Yun immediately came back to his senses and walked forward in shock, "Master nephew, did we buy so many porcelains on the road?"

Wang Cong lowered his voice and said, "I brought the goods back to the mountain last year. I was originally going to go out to do business, but my father detained me in the mountain. I thought I would have to keep these goods for a few years, but I didn't expect to have a chance to sell them now."

He pulled Pan Yun to the side of the table and shouted to the people who were selecting and watching: "This is the best porcelain from Jingdezhen, sold directly from the kiln, saving the merchants from handling it and rent. Selling it cheap, selling it cheap--"

Passersby came up to ask, "Is it really from Jingdezhen?"

"Really, really, look at the inscriptions on the bottom, they are all from famous porcelain kilns in Jingdezhen," Wang Cong picked up a bottle and showed them the bottom, "Li Mingtang, see? Their blue and white porcelain is famous far and wide, and it's almost worthy of being offered as tribute. This is me. If I buy it in a store, I have to pay at least this amount. I only want this amount now."

"Is this true?" Many of the onlookers were persuaded by Wang Cong and crowded over to look at the vase in his hand. "How can you make money if it's so cheap?"

Wang Cong took the initiative to say: "I came to Changzhou to visit my relatives. My car was empty, so I took a cart of porcelain. I was going to sell it to the store, but I am not familiar with Changzhou Prefecture and I can't find my relatives, so I can only sell it myself."

He said, "Because I don't have a shop, and the porcelain I bought cheaply from Jingdezhen, I only counted the travel expenses and made a few cents. I didn't do anything else but to empty the carriage so that I can go to the next place to visit my relatives. So this stall will only be open for two days. I will close the stall after the 16th. Anyone who is interested can come and have a look."

Not only Miao Zhen and the other two, but also Pan Yun were stunned. Isn't the master's nephew too strong?

Everyone was persuaded by Wang Cong and rushed over to take a look. Soon someone selected a product and bargained with Wang Cong loudly, "Please give me a little less. I think this bottle will only cost one or two taels."

Wang Cong was two steps behind when he greeted another customer. Just as he was about to bargain, Pan Yun had already taken over the conversation, "One tael? We haven't even recovered our original investment. Big brother, how about giving us another three taels, and one tael as our travel expenses and hard work fee?"

"Oh, then one or two hundred and ten coins."

"Three cents, three cents, big brother, you see there are so many of us, and for such a beautiful bottle, after deducting the travel expenses, we can only earn less than ten cents from you..."

Finally, the other party managed to bargain down ten cents and the deal was closed at a price of two hundred and ninety cents per ounce.

Now it was Wang Cong's turn to be surprised.

Miaozhen and the others had come to their senses and were clumsily imitating Wang Cong and Pan Yun in greeting customers and returning the prices they had charged. The scene was quite lively for a while.

Wang Cong was annoyed by their slowness, and seeing that more and more customers were piling up, he simply asked them to collect the money, gave the customers a brief introduction, or greeted some customers who did not bargain.

He and Pan Yun were responsible for the customers who bargained.

But... no one's money comes from the wind, so how can you not bargain when buying things?

As a result, the voices of Wang Cong and Pan Yun could be heard along half the street. Some people were so far away that they didn't even know what they were selling, but they turned around and came over.

Curious~~~
Even the owner of the silk shop couldn't help but run out and stand on tiptoe to watch the fun.

The shopkeeper also came out, followed the boss, leaned on the door frame, stood on tiptoe and looked down, and sighed: "Is the porcelain business so good?"

The host was startled and turned around, "What are you doing here? Go inside and greet the guests. All the guests are about to be snatched away."

Shopkeeper: "They sell porcelain, we sell cloth, so there is no conflict."

The shopkeeper is an old one. He grew up with the boss, so he is not afraid of the boss at all.

He continued to stand on tiptoe and watch: "They are just curious and come out to join in the fun. After buying porcelain and watching the fun, they will come in to buy fabrics."

"Look," the shopkeeper asked his boss to look, "these customers are all strangers. After buying porcelain, they followed us into our store. This is mutually beneficial."

The owner withdrew his gaze and continued to watch Wang Cong and Pan Yun selling porcelain. "These two are good people. I wonder if they are willing to be my shopkeeper or manager."

The shopkeeper said, "A blue and white porcelain vase costs one tael of silver and up. He has at least twenty of them on his stall. I wonder how many more are in the box, not to mention the cups, bowls, plates and dishes. Sir, he may make more in a day than you make in a year."

The boss said: "He has to invest money to do this. I took a look and the quality of this porcelain is really good. After deducting the travel expenses and labor, he must not make much money. Hearing his price, I am afraid it is a loss-making business. If you work for me, you will definitely make money."

The shopkeeper said, "Then go ask him."

The boss lowered his voice and said, "What do you think about me opening a shop specializing in porcelain business?"

Looks like a lot of money~~
The shopkeeper turned and left, "Master, it's not dark yet."

The boss didn't even look at him anymore. He followed behind and muttered, "Why am I dreaming? Look at the porcelain he's selling. He must have a good source of cheap goods."

The shopkeepers began to suspect that Wang Cong was a swindler who had set up a trap for their employer.

"Master, the old master said that our family only knows about silk, so we should only do the silk business. We are not familiar with the porcelain business. We must be prepared to lose money if we enter. You just said that even though he sells well, it is not certain whether he will make a profit or a loss in private."

Porcelain was sent out in a rush, and Tao Yanbai and Miao Zhenmiaohe collected a lot of money.

Wang Cong was also shouting until his mouth was dry, but he was very excited. He said to Pan Yun: "When the porcelain is sold out, we will go to the silk shop to buy some cloth and take it to the capital to sell." Pan Yun: "What if we can't sell it all?"

"Simple. Take them all to the capital to sell. These porcelains are all carefully selected by me. I can guarantee that they will be the most popular styles in the next two years."

"Even people in Changzhou like it so much, people in the north will like it even more." Wang Cong said confidently: "To make them like it, all we need to do is say that this is the most popular style in Jiangnan this year."

Pan Yun: …

There were always many people in front of the stall. By evening, when the lights in the whole city were turned on, Wang Cong had already opened three more boxes.

The lanterns were just lit when there were the fewest people on the street. Everyone had gone home to eat or was eating in restaurants.

Their stall finally became deserted.

Wang Cong bought them some sweet soup and noodles, and urged them, "Eat quickly, eat quickly, there will be more people coming soon."

Pan Yun and the others slurped their noodles fiercely and asked, "Cong'er, did you do business like this before?"

Wang Cong nodded, "That's how we did it at the beginning. We had no choice but to do it this way. Later, we got in touch with local shops, so we didn't have to set up a stall to sell it ourselves."

"But sometimes you still need to set up your own stall," Wang Cong handed them sugar water with a smile, "This is your first time doing something like this, you must be exhausted, right?"

Pan Yun asked, "How old were you when you started selling things at a stall?"

"That's too early. I was selling small things by myself when I was about ten years old. By the time I took a helper out, I was twelve years old."

Pan Jun and the other three all looked at him with starry eyes. He was too strong, really too strong.

After taking a sip of the sugar water, Pan Yun said, "Big Brother has really contributed a lot to Sanqing Mountain. Big Nephew, you have really contributed a lot to Big Brother and Sanqing Temple."

Wang Cong smiled nonchalantly and said, "I really like the feeling of making money. Junior Master, how do you think the improved power system is going? Another seven days have passed."

Pan Yun lowered her head and drank the sugar water.

Wang Cong: "And what about the New Mohist Classic and Strange Things that you said you would memorize for me?"

Pan Yun coughed and said, "I have memorized one-fiftieth of the book, which can be used as a copy. I will get it for you later."

Wang Cong was stunned. "What kind of book can be made into a volume with only one-fiftieth of it?"

"The New Mohist Classic contains mechanics, optics, geometry, engineering technology knowledge, ultra-modern physics, and mathematics."

Wang Cong raised his eyebrows. "Speaking of which, I have always had a question, Junior Master, since you have the New Mohist Scripture, does that mean you have the Mohist Scripture?"

Pan Jun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "I really do have it."

It was compiled after later archaeological discoveries and the restoration and compilation of various ancient books passed down from history.

Later, it was stored as data on a jade tablet in the spiritual realm.

The New Mo Jing is a set of scientific books covering mathematics, mechanics, optics, geometry, physics, and engineering technology, compiled by hundreds of scientists from the country after the revival of spiritual energy.

At that time, the war was still going on and civilization was destroyed. No one knew whether this scientific world would still exist when they woke up. Therefore, "New Mo Jing" started from the technological level before the beginning of steam technology and pushed forward to the contemporary science and technology one by one.

Of course, it’s all basics.

If you want to go further, you need to learn more classification knowledge.

It can be said that if we learn the New Mohist Classic and create one-tenth of the things in "The Theory of Strange Things", the ancient world can be transformed into the modern world.

Pan Jun said mysteriously: "I won't tell ordinary people about this. These are all treasures."

Wang Cong was so excited that he almost jumped up and said excitedly: "Isn't this a treasure?"

"Uncle Junior Master, do you really have the Mohist Scripture? The Mohist Scripture passed down by the Mohist School?"

Pan Yun nodded.

Wang Cong didn't want to set up the stall anymore, "Master Junior, please show me."

"I haven't memorized the Mohist Scripture yet. I've only memorized a small part of the New Mohist Scripture. Didn't I tell you everything? Wait a little longer."

Wang Cong calmed down and said, "Master Junior, do you mean that you have memorized all the Mohist Scriptures and need to write them down from memory?"

Pan Yun nodded.

Wang Cong squatted back and continued to eat noodles. After a moment, he couldn't help but said, "Little Master, my father has many good qualities, but can you please stop bragging?"

　good night

　　(End of this chapter)