"Then you still work hard to dye cloth and open a guild hall? Wouldn't it be better to sit back and enjoy the results?" Master Zhang asked.
"That is the way to realize my own value. There are some things that you will not understand, sir. Mr. Zhang is also looking for something of his own. He can still survive on his own without you," Haitang said.
"It seems that I really found the wrong person." Mr. Zhang said and left.
I am very dissatisfied with Bai Haitang. She is just a girl who can make fireworks with little skill. She has been here less than a year and has no idea how deep the water is. How can she compare with a local fox like herself.
Although Mr. Zhang left, the idea of making Mr. Zhang desperate has not changed at all.
A few days later, Wanwan continued to perform her duties as Minister of Finance at the club, and suddenly found that sales in the past few days had plummeted, and her income had naturally plummeted, without even a buffer, which made Wanwan very puzzled.
So I told Haitang about this.
Leng Zhiqiu and Mr. Zhang also reported that the big customers who had placed orders in the past few days were undecided for some reason and were even willing to pay liquidated damages.
When asked about the reason, they all hesitated and refused to explain. They only said that there would be opportunities to cooperate in the future.
However, there were no other cloth shops in the county that stood out, and the cloth she dyed was still the best. Haitang asked Lamei to follow these customers who returned the goods, and finally found that they went to other cloth shops, and the cloth they bought was inferior to Haitang's.
Grade.
Judging from his expression, the boss was reluctant, but he still bought it.
These big customers don't all buy fabrics from the same cloth shop. They are scattered everywhere. But they don't go to Haitang Guild Hall to buy cloths.
Lamei comes back and tells the truth.
In terms of price, other fabric shops are not cheap, and the price-performance ratio is naturally not as high as that of Begonia-dyed fabrics, but why did they suddenly turn to it collectively...
Everyone didn't think about it for a while. They couldn't figure it out even if they asked, and it seemed hard to explain. Although they were very reluctant, they had to do it...
"Tian Niu, I need to borrow the help of your husband Huicong for now." Haitang was determined to find out thoroughly.
"Who wants to recite sutras for salvation?" Tian Niu asked carelessly.
"I just want your Huicong family to make extra money." Haitang said with a smile.
"To open up new ways and make a fortune, I learned it all from you, Sister Haitang." Tian Niu laughed playfully.
Huicong quickly arrived at the clubhouse.
As soon as Haitang explained the matter, Huicong understood immediately.
"It turns out that I was asked to pretend to be a deceitful fortune teller. It's no problem at all. It's almost the same as chanting sutras, but it's not the same sutra." Huicong agreed with a smile.
When I married into Qiaotou Village, Huicong felt that he had not been of much help, and he felt a bit uncomfortable. Everyone did not like to listen to the scriptures. This would be of use to him, so he naturally gave his best.
In the afternoon of the next day, Huicong dressed up, wearing a long gown, holding a cloth sign that read "Fortune Telling and Fortune Telling", carrying a bamboo basket and wearing a square hat, and walked on the streets of the county town.
I counted a few people, then walked towards the homes of the big customers who had returned goods, and wandered around there...
After waiting for an hour, one of the big customers finally went out, looking unhappy.
"Go, go, go, where are you beggars..." The big customers only regarded Hui Cong as a liar and a beggar, and they were too lazy to care. They were already unhappy enough.