Seeing Meng Jia, Mu Yunhan was a little surprised.
She carried Meng Jia on her back and winked at Gu Fenglin.
Gu Fenglin smiled slightly: "There are some business matters that you can discuss."
But it was what Meng Jia said before, asking Mu Yunhan to bring the business to the palace.
Mengjia is now the seventh-rank master of Guanglu Temple, and Guanglu Temple is dedicated to royal catering and is in charge of the administration of wine, sweet food, and delicacies.
Originally, it was not his turn as a small seventh-grade master to make the decision on such a matter.
But he is not an ordinary person, he is Meng Jia, the son of Meng Xiang, and his family is commonly known as Meng Banchao.
Coupled with the fact that Gu Fenglin was behind the scenes, this kind of thing became not so difficult.
"Now is the most chaotic time. The best time to make money is now."
Meng Jia winked at Mu Yunhan and smiled: "You don't want to be a good person and say that you stole other people's jobs. What will others do?"
Mu Yunhan said: "I am a businessman, not a good person."
"That's fine." Meng Jia raised his buttocks and sat next to her.
"Cough..." Gu Fenglin coughed lightly.
He immediately sat back down, his smile unchanged: "Come, let's talk about the details of how to operate..."
Mu Yunhan can only provide a few things to the palace.
The first is wine, the second is dry goods, and the third is medicine.
To be honest, the amount of these things in the palace is not large.
The reason is that the palace masters do not drink alcohol all the time. They only use it during holidays and state banquets.
Then there are things like dry goods. The masters often eat them, but they can't eat much, and the ordinary palace people, who make up the majority, don't have the opportunity to eat them often.
The same is true for medicine.
However, things in the palace are expensive, often dozens of times more expensive than things outside.
Moreover, after these items were purchased, they were uniformly distributed to the various princes' palaces.
So in this way, the business is very considerable.
Mengjia said meaningfully: "Do you know who supplied the wine and medicine in the palace in the past?"
The answer is not difficult to guess.
As long as Mu Yunhan thinks of the shop that was opened under the guise of his own name, he can think of who it is: "The Jiang family, behind it is the Jiang family."
"That's right!" Meng Jia slapped the table: "Now, what we have to do is grab this business.
Now I have an excellent opportunity to offer medicine to the Queen Mother and wine at the investiture ceremony tomorrow."
A banquet is held at the official investiture ceremony, where the ancestors of heaven and earth are sacrificed, and the emperor and his ministers enjoy it together.
That will require a lot of wine. When the time comes, Mu Yunhan will deliver the wine, and with the reputation he already has, the two of them will add fuel to the fire, and it will be done.
Mu Yunhan frowned: "Are you just telling me now about tomorrow? Is it too late?"
"The other side is keeping a close eye on us. If we make arrangements in advance and prepare countless drinks in advance, they will know about it right away."
Gu Fenglin said: "At this moment, how much wine can you mobilize at the moment?"
Mu Yunhan blurted out: "More than five kinds and ten thousand kilograms of wine can be obtained at any time!"
This is also her temperament to prepare for a rainy day, and wine gets better and better with age, so she often stockpiles things.
Gu Fenglin exchanged glances with Meng Jia and said, "Well, I told her that she would be fine."
Meng Jia smiled and said, "That's enough. Leave your management to me later and let them follow my orders tomorrow."
Mu Yunhan said: "Drinking is not a problem, presenting medicine to the Queen Mother is a big deal. I have no preparation for this." (To be continued)