indianbanksassociation Chapter 230
Chapter 230
Chapter 230
The next day, the third senior brother Hou Ming had already borrowed a set of manuscripts for "The Romance of the Spring and Autumn" written by Mr. Zhu from Zhang Qingfeng.
There are only less than [-] words, and it only took Zhang Qingfeng half a day to read it.
After reading it, Zhang Qingfeng had to admit that the quality of the novel written by Mr. Zhu was not bad. Although it was not as high as his "Fengshen Yanyi", it was much better than all the novels on the market.
There is definitely a market for such stories in the Goulan circle.
One afternoon, Zhang Qingfeng passed by the street where Mr. Zhu lived, and he discovered that an industrial chain of copying books had also formed here.
Although the scale is not as large as that of Mr. Zhao's family, there are more than 100 people.
In a few days, it will be Chinese New Year.
On this day, Zhang Qingfeng gave everyone in the drama troupe a vacation, telling them to do what they should do, and he himself went back to his hometown in Zhuantang Town.
"Sanlang is back." Seeing Zhang Qingfeng's return, Zhang Qingfeng's second sister greeted him very warmly.
Zhang Qingfeng's second sister has a big belly, she looks like she is six or seven months pregnant.
"Second sister, where are my parents, eldest brother, husband and the others?" Zhang Qingfeng asked the second sister.
"Father and mother are in the workshop in the town." The second sister said to Zhang Qingfeng.
"Workshop?" Zhang Qingfeng was puzzled.
"Yeah, when you weren't at home, the family's business got better and better, and the rented house was too small, so Dad rented several large yards in the town and hired more than [-] helpers. "The second sister said to Zhang Qingfeng.
"Really? It's so big!" Hearing what the second sister said, Zhang Qingfeng was a little surprised.
With more than thirty helpers, how big is the business?
"I'll take you to see it." The second sister said to Zhang Qingfeng.
"Is it okay for you to have a big belly?" Zhang Qingfeng said.
"Is there anything inappropriate? It's just walking. Is it necessary to carry the mountain?"
Afterwards, Zhang Qingfeng followed his second sister to the workshop run by their family in Zhuantang Town.
This workshop consists of several large yards connected together. Before Zhang Qingfeng entered, he heard the sound of busy work inside.
At the entrance of the workshop, there were still several carriages parked, and several people were loading things into the carriages.
Zhang Qingfeng's family is mainly responsible for manufacturing quills and the ink used in quills, so these carriages must have quills and ink.
Seeing such a scale, Zhang Qingfeng secretly calculated that there should be a lot of goods shipped in a day.
"Yang Sanlang."
"Sauro."
"Sanlang is back!"
Seeing Zhang Qingfeng, many people in the workshop called him by his name.
Zhang Qingfeng found that he knew many people here, most of them were from the town, some were from the family of his two older sisters and his mother's family.
"Father, mother, sister, brother-in-law, uncle, uncle, aunt, aunt..."
Zhang Qingfeng also greeted everyone he knew one by one.
"Sanlang, why did you come back? Didn't you say last time that you can only come back the day before last?" Mother Yang said, holding Zhang Qingfeng's hand.
"Sir, he has something to do at home, so he took leave early." Zhang Qingfeng explained.
"Father, your business is quite big." Zhang Qingfeng said to Father Yang who was beside him.
"That's right, our business is doing well now, we sell more than 3000 quill pens a day, and we still have six hundred catties of ink." Father Yang said quite complacently.
"So many." Zhang Qingfeng was surprised.
With so many pens, do so many scholars in Lin'an use them?
Regardless of this, he then secretly calculated that according to the ex-factory price of a quill pen, which costs fifteen cents, five thousand quill pens can be sold for forty-five thousand cents, which is 45 cents. After excluding the cost, the net profit is 25 cents. should have.
There is also ink, which is more expensive than quills because of its higher cost.
A catty of ink costs almost two hundred Wen, and six hundred catties is 12 coins, or 120 pens.There is also a net profit of more than 70% after removing the cost.
Adding the two together, one day's income is actually hundreds of dollars.
This... is simply huge profits.
If there is such a good business every day, wouldn't it be possible to earn more than 3 yuan a year?
"Father, hasn't our secret recipe been leaked?" Zhang Qingfeng asked Father Yang.
Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's paintings, Father Yang sighed, and said, "Why didn't you disclose it? There are three brush and ink workshops in the town including us. Although those two are not as big as ours, they also robbed them of their paintings. A lot of business."
"How was it leaked?" Zhang Qingfeng asked in surprise.
"How do I know." Father Yang rolled Zhang Qingfeng's eyes and said, "This quill pen can be made by others at a glance. Do you still need to leak it? I don't know who leaked it when it comes to ink. Anyway, someone else made it."
Hearing Father Yang's words, Zhang Qingfeng thought for a while, and said, "It's likely that you leaked it when you bought the raw materials. What you bought, others will know after a few more tries."
Zhang Qingfeng said: "The important raw material of our ink is Galla, which itself is a kind of dye. It is not surprising that others can think of it."
"Hearing what you said, it's really possible. Our family bought everything from you in the town of Niu Dafu. He has shops in Lin'an City. He knows what I bought."
Father Yang said: "I will ask him tomorrow to see if he has revealed our family's secret recipe."
"Don't ask, it's useless to ask, people won't tell you, even if they tell you, they must be lying to you." Zhang Qingfeng said.
Hearing that there were still two brush and ink workshops, Zhang Qingfeng had to sigh with emotion. The water in the pen and ink industry is really deep. With three workshops competing, their family can earn hundreds of dollars a day.
But it’s not surprising if you continue to think about it. Lin’an City has a population of more than 100 million, plus the surrounding counties and cities, there are always 300 million people. Near the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, the proportion of literate people can reach more than [-]%. Cheng is also a very huge number.
Calculated at 30%, there are [-] people. According to the situation that Yang's family sells [-] pens a day, it will take three months of continuous production to meet everyone's needs.
The most important thing is that whether it is a quill or ink, they are very easy to consume consumables.
Such a huge market demand is more than enough to support three workshops.
With such a huge benefit, Zhang Qingfeng would still be a little worried if the Yang family could monopolize it. After all, the benefits are very attractive. If others see that you can earn so much money by living alone, they will turn their attention to you.
If you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves missing you. This is the truth.
Money is endless, and now there are several workshops competing, which is more conducive to the development of the industry.
"Father, how much money has our family saved?"
Back home at night, Zhang Qingfeng asked Father Yang quietly.
"Not much, there are still two hundred or so. What, do you need money?" Father Yang asked Zhang Qingfeng.
"Why is it only two hundred yuan? Isn't it possible to make so much money in a day?" Zhang Qingfeng was very surprised to hear that it was only two hundred yuan.
"I used it all to buy land. I bought [-] acres of land." Yang's father said to Zhang Qingfeng with a proud look on his face.
"Bought a field? How much is an acre?" Zhang Qingfeng asked.
"The good field has 25 guan, the second field has [-] guan, and the mountain land is cheap, only ten guan." Father Yang replied.
"Father, you bought so many fields, can you plant them here?" Zhang Qingfeng asked rather melancholy.
After a rough calculation, he found that the family had spent five or six thousand coins.
If the money is given to him, he can build a grand theater.
(End of this chapter)