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Wenxiu shook her head for the second time and Manager Feng panicked. It wasn't 100 taels, could it be 1000 taels, or even 10,000 taels? The business of being tricked was not bad, but if she asked for so much so openly, what profits would he have? Or perhaps, how long would it take for him to earn 10,000 taels of silver?

Good boy, although he was the shopkeeper of the biggest cloth village in Peace Town, his own master only had ten thousand taels of silver.

This woman really dared to speak!

Shopkeeper Feng muttered in his heart for a long time. He wanted to refuse, but he was afraid of refusing Wenxiu. Wenxiu would sell her new idea to other cloth villages, even to the big cloth villages in Yongan city. Her idea was so new that she was not afraid of not being able to sell it. If he missed it, then this was the only way. This business would not expand much in his hands.

Sigh!

Seeing Wenxiu's calm face, he became even more anxious and said with a troubled expression, "Sister-in-law, do you want a thousand or ten thousand taels? Please say something. If you don't tell me, I won't be able to make a decision here. "

Wenxiu continued to shake her head. "I don't want a thousand taels, nor do I want ten thousand taels."

What?

Shopkeeper Feng's eyes immediately opened wide. If she didn't want 10,000 taels of silver, then how much did she want?

This woman must be insane!

However, the matter that made Manager Feng feel that Wen Yin had gone crazy was still to come!

"Sister-in-law, don't joke with me. Although your idea is not bad and is well-liked by all the ladies, it is not worth that much money." Shopkeeper Feng was furious, but he couldn't do it. He patiently said, "How about this, I'll try my best to give you two hundred taels of silver. How about it?"

Two hundred taels was an astronomical amount of money for all the villagers in the village. They would never be able to earn that amount of money in their entire lives. If it was them, they would have to accept it too. How could they continue to bargain?

However, that was them, not Wenxiu.

Wenxiu was not satisfied with the two hundred taels of silver that were readily available in front of her.

"Manager Feng, don't be in such a hurry."

Wenxiu spat out a few words in an unhurried manner, almost causing Manager Feng to spit out a mouthful of blood. How could he not be anxious? He was about to die from anxiety!

Manager Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Sister-in-law, if you have something to say, just say it. My heart isn't well."

After playing with him for a while, she stopped joking around. She restrained her expression and said in a serious tone, "Manager Feng, if you want me to continue selling ideas to you, I'm fine with it. "Not only do I give you an idea, but every once in a while, I'll come up with something new …"

"What's the price?"

Manager Feng was a shrewd person. Previously, he had been led around by Wen Xiu's nose for a long time, so he could understand her personality. If she didn't talk about money, then no matter how good her idea was, it had nothing to do with him.

He had worked with his father at the cloth farm since he was a teenager. He had started with the shop assistant, slowly learned, and slowly crawled up. Then, he slowly took the burden from his father's hands and propped up the cloth farm. He had interacted with many people over the past twenty years. Some were straightforward, some were cunning, some were difficult to deal with, and some were straightforward. However, this was the first time he met someone like Wenxiu.

Honestly speaking, he had no idea what the other party was thinking. Even to the extent that he was completely unaware that someone was leading him by the nose.

When Wen Xiu saw that he was also a good person, her eyebrows sank. She smiled and said, "The price, I don't care about how much you want. As long as you get 10% of the profits from this set, I will settle it for one month at the beginning of the month."

"What?" Ten percent? Are you crazy? "To think that they would make such a big request."

Only now did Manager Feng understand that 10,000 taels wasn't even much for a scholar. Compared to the long run, each month, he would receive 10% of his net profit. This was what was called a big lion's mouth.

10% profit, net profit, no risk, no investment... That was 10% real profit!

When Wen Xiu heard this, she was delighted. However, she was not the least bit angry. A business deal, how could a business deal be considered a business deal if they did not talk about it? She was indeed asking for it, but who told her to have the strength?

If it was any other person, even if Manager Feng was willing to give her 10% of the profit, she might not dare to take it!

Since she dared to take it, then she definitely had the strength to set the price high. Not only that, but the new clothes that she liked to flip through when she had nothing better to do in her previous life would definitely be a trend in this era.

He didn't lose anything if Manager Feng gave him 10% of the profits!

"Manager Feng, taking ten percent of your profits is actually not a loss for you. Think about it, aren't you proud that you're always pushing the clock and leading the national trend, and that all the country's merchants are going to have to run after you? Not proud? " Seeing that Manager Feng did not make up his mind, Wen Xiu started the brainwashing model. "Your style and patterns are all unique. If others copy it, it would be a knockoff version. How can they compare to your authentic style? If you could apply for a patent in the yamen and make them unable to follow you, wouldn't you earn more? "Besides, I still have other ideas for you to come up with. As long as you manage them properly, you will naturally earn a lot. In the future, when you send your branch name to the capital, do you still think you're losing out?"

Not losing!

Of course it wasn't a loss!

Manager Feng was filled with joy at the coaxing of Wen Xiu. In his dreams, he wanted to expand his family's business and open a new branch for them to do business in Yongan city.

If he was able to open a new account with Wenxiu, what else was there that he wasn't satisfied with? What's wrong with him? It was only 10% of the profit. Compared to opening up a shop and going to the capital, that amount of money was simply insignificant.

Manager Feng had thought it through and was very excited. He nodded his head, "Alright, I promise. I promise. If you have any thoughts in the future, feel free to tell me. I will improve according to your wishes."

When Wen Xiu saw that he had succeeded, she teased him. "Don't you think that I have already spoken big?"

Manager Feng became embarrassed again. "Little Sister-in-law is joking again."

Wenxiu mustered up the courage to ask for a long-term profit, but this profit was not for nothing. She went into the kitchen and picked up two pieces of charcoal. She pulled out a one-foot square cloth and painted on it. After drawing a few patterns, she handed it to the startled Manager Feng.

Manager Feng looked at the cartoon painting he had never seen before. He didn't have enough brain. What was this?

Wenxiu didn't even look at Manager Feng as she threw away the charcoal and gave him a friendly reminder, "Take it back and have the people redraw it. Then take it back to a large family's house and make sure their children like it."

Disney members, and children who don't like it?

"That's it?"

"En!" Wenxiu nodded impatiently, "Shopkeeper Feng, there's no rice left at home. Sorry, I can't keep you for dinner."

"No need, no need!"

Shopkeeper Feng returned home eager and busy making money. Unknowingly, Wen Xiu was chasing him away. She came like the wind and left like the wind.

Wenxiu sent him out. Looking at his bustling back, she smiled and returned to the kitchen.