Chapter 156

In this era, books are written with bamboo and wood. Bamboo and wood are thick, and can not write many words, and it is not convenient to carry. Books made of bamboo paper are different. After Song Xijiao's transformation, the cost of bamboo paper is getting lower and lower. With the cost of paper and ink and labor costs, although the cost is high, it can also be sold at a high price.

No need to try. Song Xijiao knew that bamboo paper books would sell well.

However, business opportunities are coming. If we make good use of this business opportunity and make money, it will be a difficult task.

First of all, there must be a more accurate positioning.

It is certainly not possible to sell such books to the scholars who are already well read. One of these people is from a very high, do not look up to what others write. Second, if you want to copy them, they can copy them themselves. Why do you have to pay a high price to sell someone else's?

Therefore, the real customers of these books should be the deep-seated ladies who are eager to contact with the outside affairs but have no chance, and those rich families who like to be elegant and don't like to study and write hard should be the real customers of these books.

Secondly, we must do a good job in marketing.

At the beginning, bamboo paper was able to make a great impact in Jinzhou City. In addition to the great role of bamboo paper itself, there was also a major reason that she made the name of filial piety paper, which was promoted by the respected Mr. Zhu.

If you want to sell the books well, you have to find a breakthrough to open up the customer group.

Just thinking about it, the man suddenly came to report: "boss, master Ling is here again, drinking tea on the second floor."

Song Xijiao immediately took the three books and went upstairs. As soon as she entered the room, she saw Ling Ziqing. She suddenly remembered Zhong Chun's warning to her, which made her feel uncomfortable. But thinking that he was here for business, he sat down opposite him.

"When you get home that day, are you ok?" Ling Zi asked with a light smile, "I was so drunk that I was surprised."

Song Xijiao cheek red: "let you see."

"How can I laugh at you? I just think you are so drunk and cute."

Seeing that the topic would be ambiguous again, song Xijiao quickly put her three books bound on the table and said to Ling Ziqing, "look, what is this?"

Ling Ziqing looked at the three bound pamphlets on the table, took it over and turned it over, and soon showed a smile: "is this your idea again?"

"Yes, I'm looking for someone to copy bamboo paper books for sale. What do you think?"

Ling Ziqing smile: "your ghost idea, which has the defeat time."

"I won't lose, but I need your help." Repeatedly trouble Ling Ziqing, song Xijiao is also a little embarrassed, but who let Ling Ziqing himself delivered to the door. So, she had the cheek to say, "can you help write a word on these three books? Then, put these three books in your teahouse and give them to the guests to read for free

Hearing the speech, the breeze interrupted: "Miss Song, our childe's words are worth thousands of dollars. This time, you always ask the young master to write for you and give you a head start. This..."

"No harm." Ling Ziqing interrupted Qingfeng's words and agreed to song Xijiao's request without thinking, "my words are not so rare. I just don't want to be used for other purposes, so I write less. But I'm willing to write as much as you want me to. "

He ordered Qingfeng to get the ink, pulled the cuff, dipped the ink, and asked with a smile, "what do you want me to ask?"

"In this book, I write" Huajian Ji ", this one is about" fox demon Zhi Yi ", and this one is about" catching a tiger. "

Song Xijiao's eyes did not blink to see him finish writing. Even though she had read it many times, she still couldn't help but exclaim: "your words are really good. Your heart is clear and proud, and it's snowy in winter!"

Ling Ziqing said with a smile, "it's no waste for me to get your appreciation."

When Ling Ziqing got the title of the three books, song Xijiao found three strings of Tassels and hung them at the bottom of the books. In this way, the whole book was more antique and full of charm.

She immediately ordered people to send the three books to Ling Ziqing's teahouse, and repeatedly told guests that they were only allowed to read them and not allowed to buy or sell them. If anyone wanted to order them, they had to come to Xifeng bamboo paper mill to ask for the price.

"Miss Song, why are you not allowed to trade? Don't you make this book just for money Qingfeng asked in doubt.

Song Xijiao cunning smile: "of course, marketing for hunger."

Marketing "hunger?" Qingfeng is more puzzled. Hungry, he knows, but what is marketing?

Song Xijiao did not explain, so she sat opposite Ling Ziqing, drinking tea and chatting. After not knowing how long, the man downstairs rushed up to report: "boss, there is a waiter in linggongzi's teahouse, saying that he wants to see Master Ling and his boss."

"Let him come up."

When the waiter came upstairs and saw song Xijiao and Ling Ziqing, he bowed respectfully before reporting: "childe, Miss Song, the second childe of the Zhou family came to the teahouse to have tea. When he saw the fox demon Zhiyi, he had to buy it. What can I do if I don't listen to my words? "

Song Xijiao said with a smile: "you go back to tell Mr. son on Tuesday that you want to buy the book, and come to Xifeng bamboo paper farm three days later. Then, I will make a customized one for him. However, he needs to send his servant to hand in a deposit of ten dollars. This book is worth thirty dollars. When he comes to get the book, he will pay another twenty. "The guy took orders at once.

Qingfeng opened his eyes: "a book, thirty dollars? It's too expensive! It's only a few knives in a silk book. "

Song Xijiao was right and strong: "this is a hardback book, limited edition, of course expensive."

As a matter of fact, those who will buy this kind of idle books are bound to be very rich. For them, let alone thirty dollars, they will be willing to pay fifty dollars if they want to!

In the evening, before Song Xijiao left the bamboo paper mill, seven or eight rich gentlemen sent to send money. Some even gave more than twenty dollars, and sent bamboo rolls to ask her to copy a bamboo paper style.

After making money, Zhou Lu's business in the morning was forgotten by her for the time being, and she went back home full of joy.

Song Xijiao didn't see Zhong Chun at the entrance of the Hutong. Song Xijiao thought he hadn't gone home. As soon as she entered the yard, she saw him cutting firewood in the yard. She immediately went to Zhongchun's back and asked, "why didn't you pick me up today?"

Zhongchun laughingly looked back at her and said, "I was just about to go. Cutting firewood delayed for a while."

"It's better to pick me up on time in the future. Don't be lazy."

Zhong Chun pinched her nose: "no big or small."

Song Xijiao leaned against him and said, "what's not big or small? In our family, isn't I the biggest?"

"Well, you are the oldest."

Song's mother sat at the stone table and heard song Xijiao's pungent tone. She was discontented and said, "Xijiao, how did you talk to Zhongchun? There is no girl like you. Come here and I'll teach you how to make a needle and thread. "

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