After thoroughly clarifying his thoughts and calculating the costs of transporting palm fruits and making palm oil, Wei Zi finally solemnly nodded: "This business is feasible. I will make a detailed plan tonight and discuss it with Ledong in detail tomorrow."
Feng Danyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief secretly.
I’m done asking...
Unexpectedly, before the breath was finished, Wei Zi glanced at him lightly: "My lord, you are so familiar with the Ledong family, why has your language expression ability declined?"
The next day, Wei Zi and Le Juntian spent two whole hours to finally reach an agreement on how to do the instant noodle business and how much profit they would make in a year.
Le Juntian was stunned for a while after hearing this. He looked at Wei Zi with surprised eyes countless times, and finally asked strangely: "Are all the women in the imperial capital so powerful?"
Wei Zi smiled modestly and said: "My brother-in-law is doing business in the imperial capital, and I am familiar with the rules in the business field. But I am a woman after all. It's okay to talk about it, but if you really want me to do business, it will be tens of millions of dollars."
It won’t work. What I just discussed with Le Dongjia, except for how to cook and eat is my idea, the rest are all my husband’s suggestions.”
Le Juntian pointed to the stack of thick paper: "This thing called the 'plan' was also drawn up by Brother Feng?" It was obviously a woman's handwriting on the paper!
Wei Zi opened her eyes and lied: "Of course. My husband twisted his hand last night. He dictated it and I wrote it."
Le Juntian's strange gaze fell on Feng Danyuan's hand. Apparently nothing happened when he was drinking at noon yesterday!
Feng Danyuan immediately showed off his acting skills and took the cup to drink tea with his left hand, while his right hand rested weakly on his lap.
Le Juntian: "..." The body of a scholar is indeed quite weak.
Wei Zi: "..." Life in this world depends entirely on acting skills.
Now that we have a plan to sell instant noodles, the next focus is: how to open up the relationship between the military and the Chinese government?
The most direct way is for Feng Danyuan to find Chen Ding, the commander of the North and Northwest Army, or Huang Zhong, the general of the Northern Territory.
However, there is a small problem: how to pull off this face?
After all, he is a dignified king, and the emperor has not abolished his title of commander of the Yun Kingdom's 800,000-strong army - whether the military power is in his hands is another matter.
He is the commander-in-chief of a large army, and he comes to find connections with his subordinates to do business? He doesn't want to lose face?
Looking up at the clear blue sky, Feng Danyuan suddenly missed Military Advisor Lin. Otherwise, his old subordinates like Bai Yan and Jia Shen would be fine. With them as a transit point, he wouldn't be so embarrassed.
Feng Ji brought the accountant here.
The accountant respectfully handed over a thick account book, describing the expenditures and arrears of the past two years.
Feng Danyuan: "..." What's the matter with no income?
He missed Commander Lin even more. In the past, Commander Lin had to worry about such troubles.
When Feng Danyuan flipped through the books page by page, he finally understood why Military Advisor Lin had thin hair and a bright forehead.
Sad.
The more he looked at it, the colder his heart became, and then an unknown fire gradually became stronger. He couldn't help but want to scold: Can't you think of ways to make more money? How can you be so poor!
