Han Du groaned and said nonchalantly: "What are you afraid of if there is no profit? We have never thought about how much money we can make from the stove, let alone that it can still be sold for twenty coins now. As long as it uses our coal stove
People are buying briquettes from us, so even if we give them away for free, I’m still willing!”
Shopkeeper Gao heard Han Du's words getting more and more outrageous. He didn't know for a moment whether Han Du was telling the truth or a lie. He looked at Han Du blankly and did not answer.
Seeing that shopkeeper Gao was silent, Han Du smiled casually and asked, "What? You don't believe it?"
"My boss, I really don't understand. If we give it away for free, wouldn't we lose money?" Shopkeeper Gao was confused.
Han Du straightened up, sighed, patted shopkeeper Gao on the shoulder, and said, "Old Gao, you can just stick to the workshop for the rest of your life. When it comes to business, you are really not that good."
How much money can you make from a coal stove? Even if it is sold for fifty cents, that one only makes thirty cents. Thirty cents seems to be a lot, much more than what you can earn from that briquette.
But don't forget, even if a briquette is refired at night, it can only last for one night. If it is burned directly with full firepower, it will be burned out in an hour at most.
But what about a coal stove? According to Han Du's estimate, a common person can use a coal stove for at least ten years. As the saying goes, three years for the new, three years for the old, and three more years for repairs. Diligence and thrift, although it is a
A virtue, but for a workshop owner like Han Du, it is a disaster.
Ten years is such a long time? After ten years, even if the coal stove continues to be used, I am afraid no one will spend money to buy one. I am afraid that the common people will be able to make one themselves. After all, this coal stove is too expensive.
A little simpler.
Under such circumstances, would Han Du be an idiot and wait to make a fortune from coal stoves?
Go ahead and dream!
If you want to make a fortune, you still have to rely on briquettes.
Isn’t there a saying that goes well? The equipment is not expensive, but the consumables are.
Han Du could give away the coal stove for free, but he would never give away the briquettes for free.
Earning one or two cents from a briquette may not seem like much, but this is something that can be measured in quantity. If Han Du can monopolize the briquette industry in the entire capital, then the Han family will become rich overnight and it will be just around the corner.
Thinking of this, Han Du became even more enthusiastic about Lao Zhu's promise to designate a piece of land for him to build a briquette workshop.
After Han Du finished speaking, he left alone, leaving shopkeeper Gao standing there confused.
However, Shopkeeper Gao didn't have any discomfort with Han Du's words. In his opinion, he had been working around the workshop his whole life, and what Han's boss said was right, he was indeed not a business material.
When Han Du returned home, he put aside the matter of briquettes. He didn't even think about Lao Zhu's promise to give him land. Anyway, Han Du planned to let shopkeeper Gao take care of it when Lao Zhu gave him the land.
Just send someone to build the workshop.
What Han Du was thinking about at this time was Zhu Biao's promise to continue to help him contact Princess Anqing. Han Du spread out the paper and picked up the pen to write a letter to Princess Anqing, but before the pen tip came down, Han Du's arm
It stopped immediately.
This was a private message between himself and Princess Anqing, and Han Du naturally did not want a third person to see it. However, Han Du had no way to deliver this letter to Princess Anqing in person, and had to forward it through Zhu Biao.
This raised a problem. If Zhu Biao read it privately, Han Du would have no choice but to do so, and Han Du did not want his letter to be read clearly from beginning to end by Zhu Biao.
But if a secret language is used, Princess Anqing doesn't know how to decipher the secret language, so it won't work.
Han Du put down his writing brush and decided to teach Princess Anqing a secret communication method first. Moreover, this set of secret words could not just be written clearly on paper with ink, it had to be invisible.
There are so many ways to make the handwriting invisible, Han Du chose a method that makes the handwriting visible by roasting it with fire.
Han Du used milk as ink and wrote the words on the paper. After the milk dried, the writing disappeared without a trace, with a satisfied smile on his face.
But then Han Du thought of a problem. He knew how to make the handwriting appear. He only needed to lightly bake it with fire. But Han Du could not guarantee that Princess Anqing knew about it, and Han Du had no way to give it to Zhu Biao through Zhu Biao.
Princess Anqing sent a message.
If that's the case, then Zhu Biao will naturally know that he is using secret words and hiding the handwriting, so isn't his work in vain?
what to do?
In the end, Han Du had no good solution and had no choice but to try his luck.
Han Du took out the paper and wrote five letters in a row with exactly the same content. As long as Princess Anqing could see one of these five letters by chance, then his idea would be considered successful.
And even if five of them fail, it doesn't matter. Han Du can write five more and keep writing until Princess Anqing sees the handwriting.
Han Du packed up the written paper and handed it to Zhu Biao the next day, and told him to hand it over to Princess Anqing.
Zhu Biao felt a sense of irritation in his heart as he listened to Han Du's chatter. He raised his eyes and glanced at Han Du, and thought to himself: "Do you still need to say these words? I will help you do such a shameful thing. Of course,
The fourth person will not be informed."
Taking it from Han Du impatiently, Zhu Biao said with a helpless expression on his face: "This time, consider it as compensation for Gu cheating you last time, but next time you want Gu to help you deliver the message.
, it’s not that easy.”
After saying that, he glared at Han Du.
Han Du didn't care about Zhu Biao's dissatisfaction, knowing that Zhu Biao was talking about the agreement between the two of them, "Han Du answered Zhu Biao's question, and Zhu Biao helped Han Du deliver a message."
Han Du didn't take this to heart even more, because Han Du believed that Zhu Biao would come to him for answers to questions in the future, and the number of questions he answered would increase with the number of questions he answered.
Learning knowledge is such a process. The more you know, the more confused and doubtful you will become.
Han Du nodded and smiled, then resigned to Zhu Biao.
Initially, Zhu Biao didn't care about anything else and waved his hand to ask Han Du to leave.
But after Han Du left, Zhu Biao looked at the letters on the desk, and something strange appeared in his heart.
Do you want to take a look?
A question appeared in Zhu Biao's mind, whether to read or not to read, that was the question.
At the same time, the moral bottom line in Zhu Biao's heart reminded him: "Well, it doesn't seem right to peek into other people's private messages, right?"