Entrepreneurship in a different world

After get off work in the afternoon, Master Bai followed everyone to line up to get paid. After receiving a hot wheat cake, Master Bai showed an exaggerated smile on his face that had been eroded by the years so that he could not see his original appearance clearly.

Hot wheat cakes, with the smell of oil and salt.How many years have not eaten this delicious.

In addition to wheat cakes, Wen Rong also gave each of them a 'biscuit', "Everyone worked hard today, and the biscuits are a reward for everyone. As long as you complete the task on time, there will be 'biscuits' as a reward." award."

"Brother Wen, why is it called 'Stone Biscuit'?" Ah He asked puzzled.

"Because it's almost as hard as a rock." Wen Rong said with a smile.

Everyone laughed.

"It's not hard at all." Xiaopang threw his own piece into his mouth, and Gaba bit it and it shattered.

"Little Fatty can even bite into pieces of real rocks, what he says doesn't count." A little friend exposed him.

Wen Rong will keep in mind what Wen Rong said to each of them now.Since Xiaopang is said to be able to crush rocks, he must be able to.Although this little chubby man is not fast, he has great strength and strong bite force, which are his characteristics.

"As for the remaining 'small biscuits', I plan to take them to 'Nishia City' and sell them tomorrow." Wen Rong told the big guys about his plan, "Our workshop will not only make cosmetics in the future, as long as it can make money, we Do all of them. I don’t know if the biscuits can be sold there, but it doesn’t matter, we can digest them internally when we bring them back.”

"It will definitely sell." Ah He is full of confidence, "Brother Wen's biscuits are hard and sweet, delicious and durable, and they will definitely sell."

Wen Rong was a little embarrassed.In fact, the pursuit of small biscuits is soft and crispy, silly boy!

"Wheat cakes, water, and rags can all be sold, as can 'biscuits'." The one who spoke was Master Bai, who was also holding a small biscuit and sniffing greedily with his nose. The rich will buy it."

Of course the rich people in his mouth are not real rich people, as long as they are richer than them, they are rich people.

In fact, Wen Rong knew it in his heart.Rare things are more expensive, he believes that there are real crispy biscuits in the city, and there are people who can afford crispy biscuits, but it must be a small number of people.His "stone biscuits" will also have their own consumer groups, and the two sides will not conflict.

He remembered the stall he had registered outside the East City Gate.At the beginning, he made his first business there in a daze. For him, that place is considered a "blessed place". He wants to try again to see if there is any money for the "biscuit", if it can be sold there. , just like the lip paper brow powder they make, they can also find a way out in the city.

Accidentally made this kind of 'stone biscuit' yesterday, which made him realize that besides wild cosmetics, he can also make this kind of small non-staple food.

It will not conflict with the vendors selling wheat cakes, it is the only business around, and it can quickly occupy a place in the market.

Didn't Qiulan say that soon the income level of residents inside and outside the city will increase, and their spending power will also increase. This kind of non-staple food with improved taste will gradually have a larger market.

He wants to grab a place in it before others find out.

Others can't appreciate the more distant business opportunities that Wen Rong discovered from the 'Stone Biscuit', they just simply enjoy the present, the happiness and satisfaction brought to them by having a stable source of food and water as well as a place to live.

Among them, only Ah Mai is a person with a natural business mind. She took the initiative to find Wen Rong, "Big brother, can I sell 'biscuits'?"

Wen Rong smiled encouragingly at her, "Why do you want to go?"

"I think I can speak better than them, and I'm not afraid to talk to those city people. Also, I think I prefer to sell things, and I can meet a lot of people and learn more from them. about it." A Mai spoke seriously of his true inner thoughts.

Wen Rong was very pleased.The little girl has a heart yearning for a bigger world.

"Okay, I'll let you try it." In fact, his plan was to take Ah Mai, this little girl is smart, smooth and can talk, and she is a good material for sales.

"Big brother, I will definitely do it well!" A Mai clenched his little fist with firm eyes.

After Wen Rong explained the affairs in the workshop, he went to take a look at Master Bai who had already settled in the guard box. Seeing that the other party was not inconvenient, he told him before leaving: "You take advantage of this moment to rest. For a while, you don’t have to be too nervous at night, sleep when you’re tired and don’t ruin your body.”

He didn't believe that it was a thief who came to spy on them the night before, and no thief here would wear designer shoes.

Why would he know that the other party is wearing brand-name shoes?Because there are delicate patterns and brand logos on the shallow footprints left on the dust.

Based on his understanding of the residents here, the soles of the shoes worn by the people here are almost worn out, and no one can afford shoes with such delicate soles.

So he guessed that it might not be the local poor who were peeping at them.

Since it's not poor, maybe I'm just curious to come here to have a look, not really want to steal anything.However, security work still needs someone to do it.Master Bai is super worth it!

Ah Choo!Ah Choo! !

Kuo Mo suddenly twitched his itchy nose and sneezed twice.

This movement alarmed Mo Shi, who was reading a book. The other party closed a thick book, and there were a few words on the cover of the book - "General History of the New Era". He glanced unkindly at Kuo Mo behind him.

Kuo Mo immediately stood up straight, "I'm not sick! Sir, you know me, how could I be sick? It's just an itchy nose, maybe someone is scolding me."

"Calling you? You should be scolding me." Mo Shi lowered his eyebrows and snorted disdainfully.

"Do you want to hear the truth? I think those manor owners are probably trying to kill you." Kuo Mo grinned his big mouth.

Mo Shi was not angry, but replied with some expectation, "I hope they can invite better quality killers. Every time I can't even go up the mountain, it's very annoying."

Kuo Mo stretched his neck, looked at the dark night outside the window, "The one who came today seems to be okay, not an ordinary person."

"In your opinion, what level is it?"

"According to our grading standards at that time, it was probably a beginner, but according to the current grading standards, it is an oil grade. No matter what the grade is, it is absolutely impossible to go up one-tenth of the mountain road. I have already sent spiders down."

"Ask who sent him here, and ask the spider to give his employer a big gift." Mo Shi boredly flipped through the "General History of the New Era" in front of him again, and saw a paragraph about "history" on it. Record, said with a sneer, "Yi Yang said before that history is written by the victors. Look, it's only been a hundred years, and what happened before has been revised and beautified. They are smart, and they try to beautify and praise me , while trying to hide my existence as much as possible, you say, if I suddenly appear in front of them now..."

"It must be very exciting." Kuo Mo thought of that scene in his mind, showing a wicked expression, "Sir, do you want to play?"

"Playing with a bunch of trash? Not interested. Trash is trash. I've been awake for so long, but no one has discovered it yet. I have as many trash as I want." Moshi slowly turned the pages of the book, laughing road.

"Shahua and Yiyang should have known about it long ago, but if they make any movement, they will definitely attract the attention of the group of trash who have been monitoring them all year round, so it is inconvenient to come here immediately."

"I don't need them to come, I'm not the old me now, I don't want to get involved in the old mess."

Kuo Mo rubbed his chin, "I don't believe what you say." How could his master let others take advantage of him and betray him?

Moshi turned on the old-fashioned stereo in the study room, and the heavy metal and dark rock music burst out from it.

Kuo Mo shivered and rubbed his ears.He also said that you are not the former you, this hobby alone is enough to expose.

"Kuomo... Another way, play with them slowly." Moshi's voice was extremely clear amidst the explosive rock music.

A "flare" that only they can see suddenly lit up in the sky outside the window, indicating that the spider had successfully solved the killer.

Kuo Mo turned and left excitedly after receiving the signal. Before leaving, he turned his head and said to Mo Shi seriously, "I'm a little too excited today, and I want to see blood. Sir, why don't I deal with all those manor owners who disobeyed you?" Bar."

"This is a peaceful age, don't fight anymore, Kuo Mo. We are also the pioneers and creators of the new world and new era, don't look too barbaric." Moji watched his body leap off the cliff outside the window, calmly persuaded.

On the large desk was placed the negotiation treaty sent by Santo Puccini, on which Party A's place was marked with his signature, but Party B's place was empty.

Puccini couldn't convince the owners of the manor, it doesn't matter, after tonight, someone will obediently sign.

This forgotten and isolated city will be revitalized in his hands, just like this old antique.This is what he owes here.

At the same time, in the mansion of the city lord in the northern city at the foot of the green mountain, the phone calls to report the funeral came one after another, with a difference of less than ten seconds between each other.

Santo Puccini sat on the luxurious snakeskin office chair with a disheveled face, and when his sharp little eyes were tightly curled up, he felt a nervous tension.

Deco Puccini, as the fourth city lord of the 'Nishia City', felt the chill in this spring night that was more bitter than the cold winter.

Until another phone that was closest to his office rang, he jumped up from his seat and stared at the direction of the phone in fear, as if some dangerous monster could crawl out of the phone in the next moment.

"City Master, five of them are dead." His secretary pressed down the phone to stop the ring from ringing, and at the same time looked back at the host who looked like a frightened bird with a dejected look on his face, and said.

"Did at the same time?"

"It should be, some were discovered earlier and some were discovered later. City Lord, please inform your superiors, this Mr. Levik who doesn't know where he came from, I'm afraid we can't persuade him." The secretary suggested.

Puccini waved his hand, "You don't understand, you can't!" You can't notify the higher administrative unit, otherwise he will die a miserable death.

"Why? No matter how powerful he is, he is just an ordinary businessman."

Puccini waved his hand irritably and refused, "What ordinary businessman? You don't understand, and you don't understand what I'm afraid of."

Before, when people suddenly lived in the villa on the mountain and the passage was opened, he wondered if the one his grandfather told him... had come back.Later, the other party bypassed him to fight with the manor owners. His polite attitude once made him think that he was thinking too much. Until the last two days, some manor owners sent people to assassinate the other party one after another, but he was counter-killed. Treacherous and quick, he was [-]% sure in his heart that the gentleman his grandfather spoke of adoring... might really come back.

At the beginning, when he was the only member of the Puccini family who was promoted to an official position, when he was transferred to the 'Nishia City', his grandfather who was already old and melting had secretly told him that let He should be careful not to be too harsh on 'Nishia City' like the previous city lord.

That's what the old grandfather said at that time, "There...is his awakening place, his hometown. There are rumors that if he really will be resurrected, it will definitely come from his awakening place, his coffin In order to prevent his resurrection and prevent him from climbing out, that place has been isolated from the world for nearly a hundred years, and all historians and researchers are studying where his coffin...is buried. "

"Who is he?" I remember that Puccini asked with a smile instead of feeling bad when he heard the old grandfather's words.

"He is the founder of the new era and the terminator of the old world. He has two identities, and many people only know his identity on the surface. He is the first publicly elected head of state in our new world. My lord, his name in the history books is: Moshi."