Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

"I want to sell colored glaze at the price of a clay pot. All colored glaze in the world can be wholesaled from me. It doesn't matter how much they sell it or how much they make."

"I have the same amount of money here, or even less..."

Liu Renyuan still doesn't understand. Isn't this helping others make money?

Anyone who buys hundreds of pieces of colored glaze from here and goes to Lingnan, when the price of colored glaze is the highest in Lingnan, will it take off based on the previous rare price?

It is not impossible to become a wealthy businessman in the world all at once.

"You must be thinking that if someone takes advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune, it will definitely take off."

"Of course I know this, but there is not much time left for them. In this world, we must allow some people to use their intelligence and wisdom to get rich first."

"Of course, soon, when there will be glass everywhere, it will be impossible for them to continue doing this business."

Glaze everywhere, just like in later generations, is a basic daily necessities with huge demand, but the real money-makers are no longer the speculative middlemen.

This is what Liu Xuan has always wanted to do. When another group of craftsmen appeared in Lantian a few days ago, he planned to do this.

"By the way, Lord Marquis, this is a sample brought back from the paper factory."

"The craftsmen over there said that it is far from the softness you mentioned, Lord Marquis, and they have to keep trying."

The paper placed in front of Liu Xuan is almost the same as the rice paper he usually uses. The only difference may be that the rice paper is too white, while the paper in front of him is a bit dark yellow, just like the rice paper used to print books. The paper is average.

Liu Xuan rubbed the paper in front of him with his hands. The feeling on the yellowed paper was delicate, with a little roughness in it. It seemed that at this moment, Liu Xuan's eyes became as accurate as a microscope. I could see the dense gaps between the interlaced nodes of each fiber.

Liu Xuan asked people to fill those gaps with some stone powder.

This is why the paper is so delicate.

"Master Hou, this piece of paper seems to be very good."

"The paper used to convey messages in the military seems not to be as strong as this. It feels a bit soft to the touch."

"But then there were fewer opportunities. The military's annual paper consumption was extremely large. For a period of time, there was no paper to use."

Liu Xuan is not clear about this. Could it be said that Li Shimin was also tight before?

"Master Hou, this paper is good. Although the color is a bit light, it has good toughness." Liu Renyuan gently pulled it twice, feeling the elasticity of the paper.

"Master Hou, if we sell this paper, we won't be able to distribute it, hehe."

Liu Renyuan instinctively thought of making money. According to his understanding of Liu Xuan, after these days, since he came to the Hou Mansion, all he could see was Liu Xuan busy in the Datang Hotel, doing other things when he had nothing to do. , it is obvious that Liu Xuan cares about money.

So he said this subconsciously.

It's just that he forgot that Liu Xuan was talking about the price of Liuli just a moment ago.

"That's not necessary. There aren't many scholars in the world, and you can't make a fortune selling paper."

Of course you can make a small fortune by selling paper, but that's all.

If Liu Xuan printed the books himself, it would not be a small amount of money.

"Master Hou..." Liu Renyuan couldn't help but trembled, "You won't treat this thing like that glass, right? In the same way?"

Liu Renyuan vaguely felt what Liu Xuan was thinking, and his voice suddenly became softer.

"Oh? Are you smarter this time?"

"Actually, there's no rush. It's still early for this kind of thing."

When the Water Margin story spread like a plague in the Tang Dynasty, when the fire in everyone's heart started, it was time to open a store and sell books.

Printing plants and paper mills should be almost ready by now.

After trying to print on the latest paper sample, Liu Xuan found that although this paper was still a little rough, compared to the previous rice paper, there was no ink bleeding, not to mention that the ink was oiled.

Liu Xuan was busy, and time passed quickly.

I thought that people from the Zheng family in Xingyang would come to ask for someone today. After all, according to Zheng Liwan herself, she still played a relatively important role.

It's better now, no one can be seen.

Zheng Liwan carefully recorded the data for Liu Xuan all afternoon, and studied Arabic numerals with Fang Yiyu, Yaya and Da Zhuang.

Finally, in the evening, while Yaya and others were resting on the table, Zheng Liwan asked softly: "Liu Xuan, they didn't come during the day, will they show up at night?"

"I know that there are some capable people in my family. They all came from the military in their early years."

When Liu Xuan heard this, he calmly touched Zheng Liwan's head: "Don't worry, it's nothing, Da Zhuang is here."

"I can guarantee that no matter how powerful those in your family are, they are not as powerful as Da Zhuang, Lao Xue and Lao Liu."

Both Liu Renyuan and Xue Rengui are unique figures in history. Although the current Da Zhuang is not as famous as them, in terms of strength and strength, there are probably not many who are as powerful as Da Zhuang.

"and……"

Liu Xuan stopped talking and smiled calmly.

This smile made Zheng Liwan a little surprised. Why did Liu Xuan laugh out of nowhere? Did she do something wrong, or should she not worry about that problem?

For a moment, she didn't know what she should do.

"Liu Xuan, and what?"

Liu Xuan motioned Zheng Liwan to sit down: "Yourong, you are not young anymore. Have you ever thought about a problem? If you leave home today, you can't go back."

"You who can't go back will no longer be you."

Zheng Liwan's heart trembled. Yes, she left Xingyang Zheng. Although she had freedom, she would definitely lose other things.

Looking at Fang Yiyu who was sleeping on the table, Zheng Liwan suddenly realized one thing. Why didn't Fang Yiyu have this worry?

Why did she have to face such a harsh choice?

Is it true that women in this world really don't have any solutions?

"Liu Xuan, what do you think I should do?"

Liu Xuan nodded. Since the words had come to this point, he naturally had to add fuel to the fire.

"You have to rely on yourself in life!"

"I, Liu Xuan, am not a big shot, but I have always liked a type of person. Do you know what type of person they are?"

Zheng Liwan shook her head.

"It is the type of person who dares to grit his teeth for his own goals and visions, and never gives up until the last moment."