Mo Heng was having a great time training others. When he saw Xu Qing, he waved his hand and told them to go about their business. Then he walked up to Xu Qing and said, "Sir, why are you here?"
Xu Qing looked at the crowd of people leaving and said, "It seems that the training of new craftsmen for making rice paper is not going well?"
Mo Heng sighed: "When I was learning arts as a child, if I were like them, I would have lost several layers of my skin. Alas!"
Xu Qing patted Mo Heng on the shoulder: "Take it step by step slowly. They are still young and there is still a lot of room for improvement."
Mo Heng no longer thought about the craftsman's affairs, looked at Xu Qing and said: "Your Majesty, Sir, I have called you here. What can I do for you?"
Xu Qingdao: "I have a new idea and I need your help, sir."
Mo Heng nodded and said, "Sir, you may ask, but as long as I can do it, I'll do it without any hesitation."
Xu Qing smiled and said: "The National Business Academy plans to open a fireworks workshop."
"Fireworks shop?" After hearing this, Mo Heng frowned and said, "Sir, I am not trying to hit you, but there are many fireworks shops in the capital, and after their constant improvement, the styles of fireworks are also different.
It is unique. It can be said that even if we open a fireworks shop, we may not be able to make money. Not only will we not make money, we may even lose money. Sir, please think twice!"
Xu Qing shook his head and said: "As long as our fireworks are more beautiful than theirs, we will naturally occupy the market."
Mo Heng said: "But..."
Xu Qing said: "Sir, you have to have confidence in yourself. Even if you don't have confidence in yourself, you still have to have confidence in me. I have been running the National Business Institute for so long. When have I ever done a business that lost money?"
Xu Qing's words immediately filled Mo Heng's mouth with words of admonishment.
Yes! When did the dignified uncle of Anding County and the dean of the National Business Academy ever engage in a loss-making business?
Mo Heng is no longer a part-time worker in the papermaking workshop, and he knows a lot about the industry of the National Business Academy.
The most amazing thing is newspapers. One type of newspaper that records the same content only costs one copper plate, while the other one costs one penny?!
And there are still stupid big dog owners willing to buy it?!
What is ultimately important is that by publishing something called an advertisement in such a small newspaper, a few sentences can actually generate such considerable income!
Mo Heng has lived for most of his life and has never seen anyone who is so good at doing business!
Now Mo Heng can be said to be one person below ten thousand people in the Guoshang Yuan, and he is not under the jurisdiction of anyone except Xu Qing.
Although Mo Heng's income is not as exaggerated as a thousand taels of silver a month, there is still no problem with a thousand taels of silver a year.
The higher your abilities are, the higher the treatment you should enjoy. This is the rule set by Xu Qing.
Otherwise, why would the National Business Academy retain talented people?
…
Xu Qing and Mo Heng were walking on the road and said: "Mr. Mo."
Mo Heng said: "Sir, what's the matter?"
Xu Qing said: "Don't call me Sir anymore."
Mo Heng asked in confusion: "What is it called?"
Xu Qing said: "If you really don't have a title, you can just call me dean. I'll go back and tell the people at the Guoshang Academy. If you can call me dean, don't call me sir."
Mo Heng nodded and said: "Yes, Sir, ahem, Dean."
Xu Qing doesn't like others calling him "Sir". Although he has been in this world for more than a year, Xu Qing has inevitably been assimilated by this world, but there are still many places where he has his own persistence.
For example, regarding the issue of address, if it really doesn’t work, calling him handsome guy or pretty boy will do!
Just don't include "ye" in the title. He who has received nine years of compulsory education sounds uncomfortable. I guess it would also be uncomfortable for others to call a seventeen-year-old young man "ye".
If both of them are uncomfortable, then just change the name.
I am still a seventeen-year-old spotless and beautiful boy, an honest and reliable young man, why should I be a father if I have nothing to do?
It sounds weird.
After the last Chinese New Year, Xu Qing had the idea of opening a fireworks shop. The fireworks of this era are still too monotonous. They can fly into the sky and explode a few flowers, or the more complicated ones can explode a few words and
A pattern or something.
There is still huge room for improvement in itself.
Moreover, opening a fireworks shop can also provide a reasonable and legal reason to better obtain raw materials to prepare real firearms.
Mo Heng had a new task today, which was to make the firearm that Xu Qing had in mind.
The action and execution capabilities of the Guoshang Yuan are definitely the fastest among the many yamen in the imperial court.
There's nothing you can do about it. If you have enough money as an incentive, it's hard not to think fast.
In just a few days, the fireworks workshop was completed. Among the many workshops, the fireworks workshop is the closest to Anding's Mansion. It is convenient. Xu Qing can observe the progress of fireworks production at any time and propose improvement plans. As for the deeper convenience
You can receive firearms production progress at any time.
Xu Qing wants to see how he can make a firearm and then surprise everyone!
Anding Bofu
bedroom
Su Qian was sitting behind the table and painting. She had just finished a painting and put it away when she saw an excited Xu Qing push open the door and walk in.
Xu Qing walked to Su Qian and said, "Madam, do me a favor."
Su Qian nodded and said, "My husband said so."
Su Qian felt that her husband was very strange these days. He had never seen her husband so excited before. He left early and came back late every day. The reason was that he had built a shop in the Guoshang Courtyard next to Anding's Mansion.
In fact, my husband has not practiced Qigong properly these days.
This made Su Qian even more curious about what it was that could capture her husband's mind so much.
…
Nowadays, Su Qian has perfected his painting skills under Xiao Ruxue's careful instruction.
This is different from other people's wives, whose parents' families have trained them in music, chess, calligraphy and painting before marrying into their husband's family.
But that's not the case with Xu Qing's family. The wife of Xu Qing's family got married first and then started learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Finally, under the guidance of Xu Qing, Su Qian drew several sketches, which were long and short, but they were all of a tube. I don't know what they were used for.
Su Qian looked at Xu Qing and couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the things drawn in these pictures were the culprits that made her husband so excited these days?
My husband is truly an amazing person.
Su Qian asked: "What is it that my husband asked me to draw?"
Xu Qing smiled and said: "A weapon used for self-defense."
"Weapon?" Su Qian asked doubtfully, "How can it be called a weapon if it has no edge or edge?"
Xu Qing shook his head and said: "It is a long-range weapon."
"Long range?" Su Qian thought of this and shook her head: "No, there are no bowstrings and arrows, how can we hurt the enemy?"
"You'll know when it's done, madam." Xu Qing said with a smile, "Speaking of which, my husband has been slacking off in martial arts these days."
Su Qian looked at the sky outside, her pretty face covered with a layer of pink: "Husband, it's not dark yet, and it's not time to practice..."
Xu Qing picked up Su Qianheng and said, "Isn't this a reflection of my hard work?"