Those years when I started a business in the comprehension world

Wen Xinze explained the idea of ​​selling to Shui Yunzong and the advertising strategy of dealing with Baoqifang in one breath, and then stretched out his hand in his sleeve, took the cup of hot tea in front of him and drank it down in one gulp.

Wen Xinze squinted his eyes comfortably after drinking a cup of hot tea.

Putting down the teacup, he found that the elegant room was quiet, and everyone was staring at him blankly.

"What's wrong?" Wen Xinze looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Feng Yihong who was opposite him.

"Your strategy of chasing and encircling Baoqifang is really wonderful." Feng Yihong said.

Lin Fei clapped along with Eleven and May One, agreeing with Feng Yihong's comments.

"It's just a little cleverness." Wen Xinze replied.

He is not being modest, he is just a layman in Shangdao, and he is just playing tricks by relying on his understanding of the brand effect of modern society.Instead of cooperating with him to enter the flower market, the two seniors majoring in business can do a more watertight job than him.It's a matter if they do it, he's just talking on paper.

"However, is it alright for you to tell me the whole plan?" Feng Yihong folded his fan and leaned forward slightly, "What if our Shuiyun Sect is standing at the Treasure Workshop?"

The applause of Lin Fei and the others stopped abruptly.

"It's my sincerity to be open and honest." Wen Xinze looked up at Feng Yihong and said, "However, if Shuiyunzong favors Baoqifang, then I can only admit it."

"But the eyes you're looking at now don't show any sign of resignation, and are full of contempt for Shui Yunzong." Feng Yihong said.

"You read it wrong." Wen Xinze replied without thinking.

Feng Yihong laughed out loud, with obvious joy in his eyes, "I'm just kidding, our Shuiyun Sect will not protect such maliciously competitive shops. Well, you don't have to be so troublesome. I'll let people run away How about going to the Treasure Workshop and getting them to remove the Wishful Letters from the shelves?"

Wen Xinze was taken aback for a moment, never expecting Feng Yihong to help them so much.

He had heard from Lin Fei about the rules of Tianwang City. As long as the Shuiyun Sect was not offended, no troubles were caused in the city, and vicious incidents such as killing people and stealing treasures did not occur, other Shuiyun Sects basically would not care.The competition between merchants, whether it is normal or malicious, is resolved by the merchants themselves.

After all, there are so many merchants in Tianwang City, if there is any friction, Shui Yunzhong will come forward to mediate, wouldn't Shui Yunzong be busy?Are you still practicing?Moreover, what is the status of Shuiyunzong in the cultivation world?Let Shui Yunzong come out to deal with some matters, how big is this businessman?

So, Feng Yihong personally asked the people in the sect to go to the treasure workshop, it was definitely a big face.After the people of Shuiyunzong finished this trip, Baoqifang would never dare to mess with them again, it can be said to be done once and for all.

Wen Xinze was extremely moved for a moment, and almost nodded in agreement, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was inappropriate.

Does Xuanqimen have friendship with Shuiyunzong?No.

Does he have friendship with Feng Yihong?Today was the second time he saw Feng Yihong.

Feng Yihong undoubtedly sold him a big favor, but he was afraid that he would not be able to pay it back in the future.

Moreover, Feng Yihong's proposal was too dependent on Shui Yunzong for them.For a small sect like Xuanqi Sect, if it wants to develop, it must learn to be self-reliant and self-reliant. If it relies too much on the sect, it may become a vassal of the sect someday.Such a path must not be what the people of Xuanqimen want, otherwise why would Xuanqimen not fall to this point.

Wen Xinze declined Feng Yihong's kindness, and decided to let Xuanqimen continue to strive for self-improvement.

"Then, is Shui Yunzong interested in the business I mentioned?" Wen Xinze asked Feng Yihong.

"I've seen the effect of Wishful Letters in the city recently. It's a good deal." Feng Yihong picked up the teapot and poured Wen Xinze a cup of tea. "I agree on behalf of Shui Yunzong."

Wen Xinze breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is the deposit for buying a large board wish letter from you." Feng Yihong took out a bag of Lingshi and handed it to Wen Xinze.

"Let us do the wishful letter on the large board of Shuiyunzong?" Wen Xinze was slightly stunned.

It is immoral to copy their wishful books and sell them, but it is actually harmless to use them yourself after refining them.

Because the Biyun Sect belongs to the elixir school, most of the disciples in the sect focus on the way of elixir, and there are very few low-level disciples who are proficient in refining tools, and it is too fussy to disturb the high-level monks, so they choose to directly customize the wish letter with them.But Shuiyunzong is different. Shuiyunzong is a comprehensive sect, and the disciples of each school develop in a balanced manner. Ruyi Shu can be done by disciples in the sect, saving trouble and money.

"If it is entrusted to us to refine, can we leave a mark on the wishful letter?" Wen Xinze asked immediately.If the brand logo can be left on Shuiyunzong's wishful letter, then this wave of advertisements will be even more powerful.The same style as Shuiyunzong, it sounds very high-end and elegant.

"Why not?" Feng Yihong said with a smile, "It's your sincerity to be open and honest, and it's my sincerity."

After discussing the business with Feng Yihong, they agreed with him on the detailed requirements of the large-scale wish letter. Before the twilight, Wen Xinze and his party took the messenger bird given by Feng Yihong, which could contact the person in charge of Tianwang City, Leaving Tianwang City.

On the way back to Duobaoshan, Wen Xinze heard that Lin Fei and the other three held a commendation meeting for him.

Lin Fei, who was full of arrogance, boasted awkwardly, on Eleventh he spoke bluntly and enthusiastically, on May Day it was normal, but he talked a little more than usual.

When they were happy, Wen Xinze properly poured some cold water on them.

The prospect of this business deal with Shui Yunzong is expected to be positive, but whether it can completely overwhelm Baoqifang's wishful book business in the end depends on the buyer's reaction.In case the buyer is not affected by the brand effect, or has little influence, it will not have a big impact on Baoqifang in the end.Also, their current output is very problematic, and they must find a way to increase output as soon as possible, otherwise, when the brand effect takes effect, there will be no products that can meet the demand, and in the end it will be just empty talk.

Wen Xinze had a discussion with Lin Fei on how to increase production, whether to recruit people or to find a reliable refining school to cooperate with.It's just that they couldn't discuss a result when they arrived at Duobao Mountain, so they finally decided to find a solution with Qiu Linhe.

The Qinghorn sheep pulled the carriage and stopped in the open space in front of the mountain gate. On November [-]st and May [-]st, Wen Xinze went directly to the residence where Lin Fei lived.

He followed Lin Fei to the courtyard where Qiu Linhe lived, entered the front hall, and found that Shi Qiongyu and Ye Feiyao were also there.

Lin Fei met with Qiu Linhe and Shi Qiongyu first, and then told Qiu Linhe about the trip to Tianwang City in detail, including the production of wishful books.

"For the production of Ruyi Shu, I will talk to the familiar artifact refining school to see if we can cooperate." After Qiu Linhe finished speaking, he looked at Wen Xinze, with a smile on his face as serious as the teaching director, "Wen Xinze, what do you do?" Very well."

Wen Xinze was overwhelmed, and hurriedly said that he still needs to work hard.

Shi Qiongyu on the side was also smiling, and praised him in a soft voice, which made Wen Xinze feel elated by being blown a rainbow fart.

"It's also time for you to learn how to manage sect affairs." After Shi Qiongyu finished boasting, Qiu Linhe continued, "I will teach you individually, so you should be prepared."

Wen Xinze, who had just floated up, fell back to the ground with a thud.

"No way..." Wen Xinze struggled to maintain a smile.I just got a good grade in the exam, and after hearing a few compliments at home, I didn't have time to be happy, so I turned around and enrolled him in a cram school. Who can bear this?

"No, no? You are the head of my Xuanqi Sect, and it is your responsibility to manage the affairs of the sect." Qiu Linhe straightened his face again, "However, right now there is a custom-made wish letter from Shuiyunzong to be refined. I don't have time to teach you."

Hope rekindled in Wen Xinze's eyes, "Then..."

Qiu Linhe: "You read the history of Xuanqimen's sect first, remember to read it carefully, and I will ask questions then."

Wen Xinze: "..."

Wen Xinze left Qiu Linhe's courtyard with a listless face, stepped on the bluestone slabs glowing red in the setting sun, and returned to his own courtyard.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard door, Wen Xinze saw Chengjun sitting on the beauty couch in the courtyard, and Shishi was carefully cooking tea at a low table beside him.

Seeing Wen Xinze come in, Chengjun raised his eyelids and sneered, "I heard that Lin Fei's wishful book was plagiarized by Baoqifang, but he didn't dare to smash the shop, it's really useless. What is Changtianmen? I haven't heard of a single one." The sect. The Xuanqimen is really in decline now, and I don’t even have the courage to smash a shop.”

Cheng Jun was mainly mocking Xuanqimen, but Wen Xinze felt uncomfortable no matter what he heard.

He has been with the people of Xuanqimen for so long, and he has developed some feelings.He doesn't hate the people of Xuanqimen, and even likes them a little bit. Even the cram school that Qiu Linhe ruthlessly arranged for him just now does not affect his sense of belonging to Xuanqimen.Although he is just the fake head of the Xuanqi Gate, he can only be regarded as a temporary worker at most, but the temporary worker is also a member of the Xuanqi Gate, which does not affect his maintenance of the Xuanqi Gate.

Wen Xinze straightened his back in the cold wind, and cast his clear eyes on Cheng Jun who was dressed in black, "Lin Fei's wishful book was plagiarized and we didn't go to the store, but the magic circle you played on the wishful book also It was plagiarized, why don't you still sit here!"

Ah!Some people are busy laughing at the collapse of other people's houses, but they don't know that their own car is under the collapse of other people's houses.

After Wen Xinze finished speaking, he shrank his neck and put his hands back into his sleeves again, glanced at Cheng Jun who had a dark face, and then quickly turned away and ran to the east wing.

It's really cold this day, and the wind blowing near the night is unbearable. It's time to add cotton clothes in a few days.

Wen Xinze ran towards the corridor, and was about to run up the steps, when he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing against his face, and at the same time, his eyes darkened, and he threw himself into Cheng Jun's arms.He smelled a cold fragrance that was so faint that there was nothing there, and he had an inexplicably familiar feeling, but before he had time to think about it, he was pushed away by Cheng Jun with his shoulders.

After Cheng Jun pushed the man out of his arms, his hand was still pinching Wen Xinze's shoulder.He looked at Wen Xinze, his golden eyes glowing dangerously in the backlight.

Wen Xinze asked nervously: "...what to do?" He just made a fuss to protect the reputation of Xuanqimen, as for doing it?

Cheng Jun: "Where is the Changtian Gate?"

Wen Xinze: "I don't know."

Cheng Jun: "Don't you even inquire about the location of the Chou family's sect?"

Wen Xinze: "...Because I can't beat it."

Cheng Jun let go of Wen Xinze and looked at Eleven in the courtyard.

Eleven: "Uh, I don't know that either."

Cheng Jun raised his golden eyes and looked towards the sky, "Feng Yihong, where is the Changtian Gate?"

Wen Xinze then looked up at the sky, but he didn't see Feng Yihong that Chengjun was talking about, but only saw the setting sun.

But after a while, Cheng Jun seemed to get the answer he wanted.

Wen Xinze thought, this might be the legendary sound transmission.

Cheng Jun: "Wen Xinze?"

Wen Xinze looked at Cheng Jun suspiciously: "Huh?"

Cheng Jun approached him and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Wen Xinze: "?"

Before Wen Xinze could ask any questions in the future, he felt that his field of vision was raised instantly. Cheng Jun just put his arms around his waist and flew up into the clouds.Duobao Mountain shrank to the size of a fist in the clouds and mist under his feet.

In the next moment, the fist-sized mountain disappeared from his vision, and the distant scenery quickly receded.He was led by Cheng Jun, and flew towards the southeast at a dizzying speed.

Subconsciously, Wen Xinze hugged Chengjun's waist with his backhand, looking at the cloud layer that was cut behind him, his mind went blank.

After about a quarter of an hour, Cheng Jun stopped in the sky above a mountain.

Wen Xinze came back to his senses, and looked down with a blank face.

The mountain below can be said to be a miracle of nature.The head of the mountain is a huge horn, and the mouth of the horn is raised high, forming a cliff facing outward.Pieces of buildings are scattered on it, as if the horn is equipped with buttons of different heights.

At the top of the bell mouth, there is a very magnificent palace.As the night fell, the palace was already brightly lit, as if a pearl had been inlaid in the horn.

"This is..." Wen Xinze said hesitantly.

"Long Tian Gate."

As soon as Cheng Jun finished speaking, Wen Xinze heard the faint sound of thunder coming from the clouds above his head. As soon as he raised his head, he saw dark thunderclouds rolling violently, gradually covering the sky above the horn.

"Wait! What are you going to do?" Wen Xinze grabbed Cheng Jun's sleeve and shouted.

"Naturally, it's to give the people of Changtianmen a little color."

"no!"

"Why? If they dare to copy my things, they will naturally have to pay the price."

Wen Xinze regretted flirting with Cheng Jun.

What he said was just to show off his quick tongue, and he didn't want to provoke him to single-handedly kill Changtianmen.Cheng Jun has a high level of cultivation, but he only has one person, and he has to fight against a sect, not the declining sect like Xuanqi Sect, where there are only three or two small soldiers.

"But they have a master in the Nascent Soul stage, five monks in the Golden Core stage, and many disciples..." Wen Xinze said hastily.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"What about you? What if you are injured?"

Cheng Jun was slightly taken aback, and turned his head to look at Wen Xinze.

It was getting dark, but it didn't prevent him from seeing the expression on Wen Xinze's face clearly.He frowned, his eyes filled with concern.Listening worried, worried that he would get hurt.

As long as he could remember, he had never seen anyone worry about him.This was the first time he saw an expression of concern for him on someone else's face.A strange sense of novelty rose in his heart, Cheng Jun looked at Wen Xinze slightly absent-minded, and his thoughts drifted to the distant past.

Yes, Wen Xinze used to have this temperament.He looks cold and arrogant, but inside he has a protective and caring personality.He can often see him showing worried expressions for this and that, but this time he showed worried expressions because of him.

Wen Xinze raised his hand and grabbed Cheng Jun's wrist, pulling Cheng Jun's wandering thoughts back.

Wen Xinze looked up at him slightly, with serious eyes with a familiar coldness, "I want to ask Changtianmen for a price, and I didn't rush into his lair single-handedly. What should I do if I lose money? You want to beat someone to vent your anger, sneak attack and ambush It's fine. If it doesn't work, I'll figure out a way to toss them until you're satisfied, okay?"

"Go back." Wen Xinze tugged Chengjun.As a mortal without flying skills, being able to stand on the clouds was supported by Cheng Jun's spells, so no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull Cheng Jun.

"Say a few nice words to listen to." Cheng Jun let Wen Xinze grab his wrist, and asked lazily.

"The patriarch is wise and martial, and he is discerning..."

Wen Xinze hadn't finished speaking when he saw a few thick bolts of lightning strike the horn from the thundercloud that had accumulated over the horn.In the blink of an eye, he pierced through the Changtian Gate's protective formation, cut off half of the bell mouth, and blasted away half of the palace at the highest point.

Wen Xinze: "..." Grass mud horse!Let him say a few nice words to listen to, don't you intend to listen to persuade him to go back?

Before Wen Xinze opened his mouth to accuse Cheng Jun of deceiving his feelings, Cheng Jun put his arms around his waist and swooped down towards the remaining half of the palace at the bell mouth.

Being led by Cheng Jun and landed in front of the damaged palace, Wen Xinze's first feeling was cold as soon as he landed.In the air before, with Cheng Jun's open wind screen, the cold wind could not blow him.Now that Cheng Jun had removed the wind screen, Wen Xinze was blown by the cold wind from the top of the mountain and sneezed.

Cheng Jun raised his hand to disperse the flying dust, and then took out a black fox fur and threw it to Wen Xinze.

Wen Xinze put on the fox fur, and suddenly felt warmth enveloping his whole body.He guessed that this fox fur was probably not an ordinary piece of clothing, but a magic weapon.

"stop!"

"who?"

"What are you doing at our Changtian Gate?"

"I haven't reported my name yet!"

The disciples of Changtianmen surrounded him, holding all kinds of magic weapons in their hands, and yelled at Chengjun.

"Let your head come out and speak." Cheng Jun summoned a few thunderbolts to scare off the crowd, and then walked towards the half of the palace as if no one was there.

Wen Xinze wrapped himself in the fox fur, and followed Chengjun resignedly.

The two entered the main hall with a missing wall, Cheng Jun went straight to the upper chief seat, flicked his robes, and sat down unceremoniously, as if he was the master of this main hall.

Wen Xinze stood under the steps and looked at him silently.

Cheng Jun waved to Wen Xinze, "Come up and sit down!"

Wen Xinze: "No, thank you."

"The master is here!"

"where!"

"In that direction."

"Master Huaqing is here!"

Accompanied by a commotion outside the hall, a stream of light rushed into the hall and landed not far behind Wen Xinze.

Wen Xinze turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi.His eyes were full of light, his expression was majestic, and his momentum was overwhelming.

Is this person the master of the Nascent Soul Stage of Changtianmen?Why did you provoke the most powerful person in Changtianmen as soon as you came up?Wen Xinze stared nervously at the middle-aged man.

"What is the purpose of fellow Taoists coming to my Changtianmen?" The middle-aged man, Master Huaqing from Changtianmen, stared at Cheng Jun who was sitting on the main seat, and asked.

"Are you the head of Changtianmen?" Cheng Jun asked lazily.

"No, I am..."

"I'm not looking for you." Cheng Jun waved his hand, and that Master Hua Qing was hit head-on by an invisible force, and was sent flying without any resistance.

"Master!"

"Master Huaqing!"

Suddenly there was chaos outside.

"How is Master Huaqing?"

"Dizzy... fainted."

"..."

The chaos outside turned into dead silence.

Wen Xinze only felt that his emotions were numb, and he was worried for nothing before, blaming him for his inaccurate understanding of Cheng Jun's cultivation.

"Where is the head of Changtianmen?" Cheng Jun repeated impatiently, "If you don't come out again, I will level your Changtianmen."

"Yes, yes, I am here!" A man with gray temples came out from the crowd, wiped the cold sweat from his brow, walked into the hall in a panic, and gave a long salute to Cheng Jun who was sitting on the main seat. "Shang, Shangxian came to the door, and the succulent shone..."

Wen Xinze: "..." Is it shaggy ashes?

"Wu Sinian, the head of the Changtian Sect, I don't know what to teach you?" the head of the Changtian Sect said tremblingly.

"You are so brave."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

"Ok?"

"No, no, dare not..."

"You copied my wishes book and sold it in Tianwang City very happily!"

"No, that wishful book is not Xuanqimen..." Wu Sinian raised his head in a daze.Before deciding to refine and sell the wishful letter, he specially asked someone to check it. It was only refined by a disciple of a declining sect called Xuanqimen. He had never heard of such a terrifying power behind that sect.

"I also contributed to the wishful letter, but it was copied and sold by you." Cheng Jun tapped his hand with his fingertips, and his eyes fell on Wu Sinian.

"This... this... we don't know." The cold sweat dripped down Wu Sinian's face again, "Please forgive me!"

"forgive?"

"No, no, no, I'll just let the gods have their way."

"Very good, then from today onwards, the profits from the refining and selling of Ruyi Books by your Changtianmen have to be shared with the Xuanqimen. Two of you, Xuanqimen." Cheng Jun said calmly, "The output is based on the Xuanqimen The arrangement of Qimen comes, don't be lazy."

Wen Xinze turned around and looked at Cheng Jun in surprise.He thought that Cheng Jun was just here to vent his anger, and he never thought that he would fight for the interests of Xuan Qimen.

"Don't you want to cooperate with the Artifact Refining Sect? You don't want to use the Changtian Sect?" Cheng Jun looked at Wen Xinze and asked, "Is it too much for [-] points? I also think it's a bit too much, why not give them a share?"

"No, I think Erba is a bit too much, or Sanqi..."

"Let's do it on February [-]." Cheng Jun interrupted Wen Xinze, and said to Wu Sinian who was bending over and standing below, "Master Wu, let's make a contract."

Wu Sinian didn't dare to object at all, and went down to draw up the contract while wiping away cold sweat.

The contract in the cultivation world is witnessed by the Dao of Heaven. If the person who signed the contract does not want to be thundered by the sky, he will definitely not dare to violate the content of the contract.

Wu Sinian quickly drew up the contract, and after showing it to Cheng Jun, Wen Xinze signed it.

Wen Xinze finished signing in a daze, thinking of a question he hadn't understood, couldn't help but ask Wu Sinian, "Master Wu, with your Changtianmen's ability, conceive and refine a wishful letter similar to the wishful letter." The magic weapon should not be a problem, why do you copy the wishful letter from Xuanqimen?"

"That's because the materials used in Ruyi Shu are the cheapest..." Wu Sinian felt like crying with regret now. If he had known that things would turn out like this, he wouldn't be stingy with the material costs.

Wen Xinze: "..." Lin Fei, a talented craftsman brought up by poverty—why doesn't he feel proud at all, and even feel a little sad?

The author has something to say: I am not feeling well, dizzy and nauseated, so there are only two chapters, please forgive me (