The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Cheng Feng said: "It's too early. I started studying when I was eight years old."

Boss Qian said: "You just know a few big characters, it's still far from studying."

Cheng Feng was dissatisfied, "Shang Xi hasn't read a book yet, she can read too."

Boss Qian said: "If Shang Xi wants to study, his understanding will be better than it is now. If you go to a private school, your understanding will be better than Shang Xi's."

These words greatly stimulated Cheng Feng. It turned out that the difference between him and Shang Xi was actually studying. Since going to a private school is so important, his son must go to a private school. He must not delay it. After all, they are not poor now and have no money. If you can’t spend all the money, what will your children do if they don’t go to private school?

He touched his head and said, "I will go and ask a husband for my child tomorrow."

Boss Qian said: "I'll invite you when you come back from Beicheng."

"I have to invite you tomorrow, don't delay my son."

Cheng Feng was determined this time, a bit determined not to let his son be inferior to others.

Seeing what Cheng Feng said, Boss Qian who originally created a tense atmosphere changed his tune.

"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you first."

Sitting on the side, Cangman pinched his own acupoint. If he remembered correctly, his boss was a groom. Although there was no way to verify the accuracy of the news, he believed that their boss was a groom in the past. This groom What books have you read? It seems that you can't be a private school teacher. Can you teach children well? Will it mislead others?

But Cheng Feng didn't know the details of Boss Qian. He hoped that his son would succeed and said, "Then you can teach him now."

Boss Qian coughed lightly and said, "Come to Youyou and learn from uncle, and you will get the best of everything."

"One for one gets one."

"One two makes two."

"One two makes two."

But how much is a bit unclear.

When it reached [-], the child's eyes narrowed. The child was obviously unhappy. Shang Xi said, "Did you learn too much knowledge? Let's learn it later."

Boss Qian said: "You can't do this. A loving mother often loses her son. You can't let your child do what he wants. You are delaying the child. If I had taught this child a few days earlier, he would already know how to make an abacus."

Shang Xi rolled her eyes in her heart. She felt that Boss Qian's words could fool Cheng Feng, who had not gone to school for a few days and thought her son was a genius. Cangman, who was scratching his head, could not sit still after hearing these words. Just can't believe it.

In order that his child would not be tortured, Shang Xi hugged Youyou over and touched the child's little head. The child's little face stretched out again.

She then changed the subject and said, "When do you plan to go to Beicheng?"

Boss Qian said: "It's better to choose a day than to hit it. How about tomorrow? I have a lot of things to deal with over there."

Shang Xi reluctantly said: "Tomorrow is fine too."

Boss Qian knows how to listen carefully and ask, "Are you inconvenienced?"

Shang Xi said: "It's not a big deal, it's just that I haven't written on some candles yet."

Boss Qian volunteered, patted his chest and said, "I'll help you write, my handwriting is pretty good too."

Shang Xi said: "No, you came all the way back. Not only can I not keep you at home to eat, but I also ask you to work. How can this be possible?"

It's not that Shang Xi doesn't want to entertain them, it's because everyone in the family who can cook is making candles in the side room.

Boss Qian glanced at Cangman. Under Boss Qian's pressure, Cangman, who didn't want to work at all, still followed the hint given by Boss Qian and said, "If we help you work, we will definitely be faster than a few women. You Let them come back and cook for us, we didn’t eat well all the way.”

Shang Xi saw that there was no need to use free labor, so she used these men to exchange several women.

Boss Qian took over the work that Yuhua had just done. Rows of candles were standing upside down. Each time they were dipped into the pot, the candles would become thicker. Looking at the rapidly solidifying candles, Boss Qian asked Cheng Feng: "How did you come up with this?" ?”

"Shang Xi disliked the difficulty of using oil lamps, so he read and studied candles."

This is true. The original intention of studying candles is to facilitate yourself.

Looking at the lit candles in the room, Boss Qian said: "This thing is good."

Cheng Feng nodded, "It's very useful. Take some back and you'll know when you use it at night."

"Are you going to sell this thing in the North and South cities?"

"Well, let's do some small business."

"I heard that within two days of opening your candle shop, there were a lot of people making trouble."

"Well, the bosses selling oil lamps felt that we were threatening their business, so they came to cause trouble, but that's understandable."

"Then why did the landlord come to make trouble?"

Now that he knows so much, doesn’t Boss Qian still know why the landlord is asking for trouble? It seems that Boss Qian knows everything about him and Shang Xi, but he has nothing to hide. He opens the door to do business. He is not afraid that everyone will know. , after all, half of the lies rumored in their candle shop are true.

"The landlord wanted to rent the house to us at a high price from the beginning. Later, when he saw that our business was improving, he was worried about raising the rent. However, he came once and never came again."

Boss Qian thought to himself, if you beat people like that, they will naturally not dare to come. The candle hanging by the rope in his hand sank into the pot again, and was quickly pulled up again by him.

"I heard that your candle shop didn't make much money. You even lost a lot of money in the early stage."

Outsiders really don't know about this. People all over Nancheng think that their candle shop is making crazy money. How did the boss Qian know this inside story?

Boss Qian looked at Cheng Feng who was thinking about something and said, "I just heard that the oil lamps you sold in the early days were all bought. I didn't say anything about it at first, but gave away a lot of candles."

"This is our marketing tool."

They also use this method when setting up street stalls, giving away good and expensive things.

This method is very simple. Boss Qian knows what they are planning, and the owners of several oil lamp shops in the city also know their intentions. The problem is that they are reluctant to send candles, let alone make candles, so they can only watch. Cheng Feng and his little shabby candle shop attracted all their customers away.

Boss Qian said: "But you won't sell oil lamps in the future."

Cheng Feng nodded, then looked at Boss Qian and said, "Is there a problem with this? I had no intention of selling oil lamps."

Boss Qian said: "Then you are selling sheep over dogs. Over time, your integrity will be gone."

Cheng Feng really hadn't thought about this.

"I'll find someone to make a new plaque tomorrow."

Boss Qian said: "Don't bother. Your small shop is too small. After a few customers come in, they won't be able to turn away. Please go back and find a bigger shop."

The candle shop is a bit small, but not as small as Boss Qian said.