He, the uncle, knows the market, and the price he gives is quite reasonable.
Just when he was about to agree, he was interrupted directly by Li Zhufeng:
"No! How can a mere prescription be worth so much money?"
"Old Zhang, if you try another way to help me, you don't have to!"
"I, the Marquis of Wuling Mansion, have not reached that day yet."
When Li Changkong heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Dad, dad, you know how to trick your son.
In his opinion, the appearance of Hibiscus ointment can completely help Jishitang open up the situation and launch a crushing commercial offensive against Xuanhuju, which mainly provides massage and acupuncture services.
Once successful, Jishitang may account for close to 70-80% of the entire medical clinic business in Taipingfang.
This is definitely a huge profit.
Not to mention that the water chestnut ointment itself is worth a lot of money. After two rounds, seventy thousand taels is really not expensive, it can only be said to be fair.
It's a pity that I can't say this by myself, otherwise it will become like me, the nephew, who is greedy for Shibo's money.
Li Zhufeng would not agree to it both emotionally and rationally.
So Li Changkong thought in his mind and said: "My nephew also thinks that the price is a bit high, fifty thousand taels is about the same."
As expected, when Li Zhufeng heard this, he was surprised at first, and then a look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.
Although he felt that 50,000 taels for a prescription was a bit expensive, he was relieved that at least his son had such thoughts and was not jealous of the money.
However, as soon as these words were spoken, it made Zhang Xun a little difficult to deal with.
Although he was a military officer, he did know something about the medical clinic market, and he also knew how popular the wormwood ointment was these days.
Seventy thousand taels is certainly meant to help the old brother, but fifty thousand taels is a bit of an advantage.
The Li family was defrauded of 50,000 taels by the grandson of the uncle of the capital city, and was not rich. If he took advantage of this, he would feel very guilty.
Money can be made at any time, but the brotherhood is gone if it is gone.
He opened his mouth and was about to explain when he heard Li Changkong say: "If Shibo feels sorry for you, my nephew has a merciless request, and I hope Shibo will grant it."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xun had already made up his mind. If it was not too excessive, he would certainly satisfy Li Changkong's request.
"But it doesn't matter."
"For the past few days, my nephew has been doing nothing in the house all day, and he is quite bored. He happens to have studied medicine a little more, and is quite interested in it."
"I hope I can help Shibo manage Jishi Hall."
As soon as these words came out, Li Zhufeng and Zhang Xun looked at each other, feeling a little weird.
It seems strange that a noble child runs a medical clinic.
Although Zhang Xun opened a medical clinic, he never ran it himself. He only provided capital to act as the proprietor.
However, Li Zhufeng then thought about it, Li Changkong was rarely interested in certain things, could he kill his interest?
Furthermore, although the study of medicine is not as good as studying and fighting, it is still a craft, and it is good to study it. It is better than... It is better than not doing your job all day long and going to the streets to hang out with those three religions and nine people.
So he gave Zhang Xun a look. When Zhang Xun heard the words, he immediately understood, nodded and said: "It's easy to say, Shibo is very pleased that you have such a heart."
"I'll tell you to go down and just go to Jishi Hall to find the shopkeeper tomorrow."
When Li Changkong heard this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
At this point, his plan was almost successful, with only one final step left.
"Shibo, my nephew still has something unclear."
"Tell me."
"This Jishitang is Shibo's business. How much money can we earn every month? If my nephew can help Shibo earn more, then this money..."
Li Changkong did not go into details, but Zhang Xun already understood it and scolded him with a smile: "You are a naughty boy. Jishitang's income is not very stable. On good days, you can get 5,000 taels of silver, and on bad days, you can get 3,000 taels."
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"Let's calculate it as four thousand taels. If there is more, Shibo will not take any of it, and it will all belong to you."
When Li Changkong heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. This was what he wanted.
"If you lose money..."
"If you lose, it will be Shibo's." Zhang Xun waved his hand and said proudly.
Twenty thousand taels of silver were all in vain, but he could still afford to pay for several thousand taels of silver.
On the contrary, Li Changkong was a little stunned when he heard this.
He wanted to say that if he lost money, he would make up for it. Who would have thought that he, the cheap uncle, would be extra helpful.
"Then my nephew has thanked Uncle Shi."
Hearing this, Zhang Xun waved his hand and said, "Don't do ridiculous things on weekdays. Don't make your father angry. Then you can thank me."
"Is there anything else you can do? If you don't have anything else, hurry up and leave. Don't disturb us while we drink."
Li Changkong cupped his hands and said, "My nephew, please leave."
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Zhang Xun is a man of faith and a resolute person.
The result of these two characteristics being put together is: doing things very reliably.
The next day, someone sent fifty thousand taels of silver to Wulinghou Mansion.
After Li Changkong got the money, he first returned the 20,000 taels from Qian Si.
Although we are a princely family, it is better not to default too much on this kind of loan sharking organization.
Of the remaining 30,000 taels, 10,000 taels were left for the family as daily expenses, and 5,000 taels were allocated to his father as pocket money.
The remaining fifteen hundred taels were put into his pocket.
Once this person has money, he becomes more confident. Even when he walks, he becomes more confident every step of the way.
Zhen Jian followed Li Changkong, feeling that his young master had grown up.
He actually sold tens of thousands of taels of silver with just one recipe.
This... I am afraid that even if he is the heir of another noble family, he may not be able to do this, right?
From the looks of it, the young master is only a few hundred million points away from the glorious lintel.
"Master, are we really going to run Jishi Hall?"
"Huh? What do you mean? Since I promised Zhang Shibo, I will naturally keep my promise. Do you want me to be the one who goes back on my word? Where do you put the young master's faith? Don't you know that I value faith the most?
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When Zhen Jian heard this, the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched and he was almost speechless.
Master, do you want to listen to what you are saying? Xinyi..., do you have that thing?
"Young master, we don't know how to do business." Zhen Jian knew that his young master had always been rich and wealthy, so he would probably not do business in person, and would probably ask him to do it for him.
But doing business is different from setting up a stall. To set up a stall, you only need to be able to shout, but there are many more things to do in doing business.
Zhen Jiankong has a good voice, so he has no problem setting up a stall, but he really can't do business.
He was worried that he might ruin Li Changkong's important matter, so he warned him.
When Li Changkong heard this, he asked in surprise: "Who said we want to do business ourselves?"
Zhen Jian was stunned: "Master, didn't you promise Duke Dingguo...?"
"What you're saying is that I just promised Shibo that I would make more money for him, but I didn't say that I would do business myself. I can just leave the dirty and tiring work of doing business to the shopkeeper. I, the young master, naturally want to rest."
Hearing this, Zhen Jian nodded, which was in line with the young master's style.
It's just...how to make more money like this? He really couldn't figure it out.