Chapter 17 Selling the Father--

Liang Yuanxia picked up the cigar again and raised her head after swallowing the fog: "Do you want to do this tobacco business?"

"Well, my son wants to try his ability." Liang Pengfei definitely nodded. If there is a chance to excel, he has to seize it. Besides, in the 21st century, except for a few elderly people who could not change their habits and still used that kind of dry tobacco, from national leaders to beggars and civilians, they all talked about cigarettes. In China, there are only a few 300 million smokers in China.

These days, China's population has nearly 300 million. Liang Pengfei's requirements are not high. As long as one percent or even one thousandth can change his concept and abandon dry smoke, his own tobacco factory is definitely equivalent to a money printing machine.

"You don't see that the money is earned from that cigarette, and it flows to my pocket and can't be returned." Liang Pengfei proudly made up a crooked poem in his heart.

Ye Shi saw his son's eager expression and quietly pushed the official Liang. Sir, it's rare for a son to have his own opinion. You see..."

Liang Yuanxia narrowed her eyes. How much silver do you need?

Liang Pengfei scratched his head. After thinking about it, he shook his head and said seriously, "This son hasn't thought about it yet. His son just has this idea. As for whether he wants to do this business, he has to wait for his son to visit various tobacco shops in Guangzhou City and do some necessary market research on the tobacco industry. After you have a further understanding of each channel, you can discuss it with your father. This is half true and half false. Even if Liang Pengfei thinks about the problem with his toes, he knows that cigarettes can definitely make a lot of money, but he knows the problem, which does not mean that Liang's officials and Ye are clear.

"Market research?" Liang Daguan turned his eyes for a long time, nodded and smiled, "Okay, Dad will answer you. When you do your market research, come to Dad."

After Liang Yuanxia and Ye Shi left their son's yard, they kept laughing. They seemed to be very proud. Ye Shi couldn't hear it and pulled Liang's official's sleeve: "Sir, what kind of crazy are you? Your smile makes people uncomfortable."

"Don't you think our son has changed?" Liang Yuanxia looked back at Liang Pengfei's courtyard door, pulled Ye Shi for a few steps, and saw that there was no one around. Those servants seemed to know that the master and his wife had something to say, but they fell far behind and did not follow. Liang's official then blinked and whispered at Ye.

"It has changed?!" Ye Shi was slightly stunned and stared at the official Liang antoniously: "No matter how much it changes, it's my son."

"Nonsense!" Official Liang suddenly rolled his eyes and said, "What are you talking about? What is nonsense?" Ye's temper has always been straightforward. With her eyebrows raised, Ye's anger burst out

"I mean, our son is promising." Official Liang opened his mouth for a long time and finally found a more realistic adjective to divert Ye's attention.

Ye is short-tempered, but it doesn't mean that she has no brain. Do you mean that my son knows how to share the burden for the family?

"Well, this is a point. More importantly, he not only knows how to share things for me as a father, but also knows how to think twice before doing things. I was relieved, but you look at our son, but he didn't rush to ask me for money, which shows that he really wants to do things. He must do that first. What was it? Liang's official scratched his scalp, and the new words his son said were really a little tongue-twisting.

"Market research?" Ye quickly reminded him.

"Yes, it's market research. He said that he wanted to look at it first, do market research, and then ask me, a father, based on the information he collected, instead of opening his mouth randomly, which shows that our son has really grown up. It's a little better than when I was a father. Liang's official drew the small piece on his little fingernails. When he saw the corner of Ye's straight eyes, he said, "I heard the master say that when you were 17 years old..."

"Madam, please be quiet." Liang's official was so anxious that he almost bowed his hand and begged for mercy. Well, it's okay if I don't say anything. I know that I want to save face for you in front of my son. Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know the importance. You're worried. Ye couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing. The amorous feeling in the corners of her eyebrows was not inferior to the young girl of Doujiao. Liang Yuanxia held Ye's hand and her heart was hot. It's been almost 20 years, and my wife hasn't changed at all.

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"How much is this tobacco leaf per catty?"

"Thirty-five yuan a catty, and a better one will cost fifty yuan a catty. If this young master asks you for the best tobacco leaves in our store, you can count a penny and a half a catty of silver. In Guangzhou, you can't find a more suitable top-quality tobacco leaves than this." The clerk of the shop greeted Liang Pengfei and his party enthusiastically.

"Oops, give me half a catty of this kind of high-quality tobacco leaves..." Liang Pengfei rubbed the tobacco leaves carefully with his hand and hooked his fingers at the enthusiastic clerk. Soon, half a catty of tobacco leaves were beaten into a bag and handed over. Liang Tiezhu reached out to take it, and the white scholar next to him took out the broken silver from his pocket and threw it on the counter.

"by the way, there is that kind of cigar in your store. Young master, I heard that kind of cigar is quite comfortable to smoke." Liang Pengfei asked.

The clerk was stunned and turned to look at the shopkeeper who was checking the account book. The shopkeeper quickly put down the things in his hand and came forward with a smile, "This young master, the cigar you mentioned has also been in. Unfortunately, it is really expensive. A cigar, our shop has to sell nine cents of silver to earn money back."

"This shopkeeper, don't talk so much nonsense, just say whether you have it or not." Bai Shusheng touched his sparse rat whiskers and rolled his eyes, looking like an authentic dog-headed military master.

The shopkeeper smiled with embarrassment and shook his head: "There is really no stock. You should know that this cigar is different from tobacco leaves. It is shipped from Xiyi. The quantity is too small, and the price is too expensive. It is all ordered first."

"Then why don't you do it yourself?" Liang Pengfei asked indifferently.

The shopkeeper looked at Liang Pengfei with the eyes of two hundred and fifty, but fortunately, it was mainly Liang Pengfei's clothes and the two subordinates behind him, so that the shopkeeper did not laugh in public: "This young master, not everyone can make cigars. If it's really easy to do, you need to get in from the hands of Xiyi. Goods?"?

Hearing this, Liang Pengfei's face rippled with a strange smile and he left the tobacco shop. The young master is really good-tempered. If anyone looks at me with that kind of look, he will have a meal in the morning. Bai Shusheng had a big man's spirit, in exchange for the contemptuous eyes of Monk Chen. Liang Pengfei didn't pay attention to these two at all and continued to walk on his back with interest, thinking about the problem of cigarettes.

Although Liang Pengfei had seen local rebel homemade cigars when he was doing business in South America, the production process of cigars was cumbersome and could not be made in three or five months. Therefore, Liang Pengfei decided to target cigarettes.

Not far away, I heard whispers and sobs not far ahead. Looking up, there were many people around the roadside. Liang Pengfei, who was curious, also came forward to see the fun. It was okay if he didn't watch it. I couldn't help but be stunned. The dog blood of selling his parents was often played in the TV series. The scene was actually staged vividly in front of Liang Pengfei.

However, this scene made Liang Pengfei feel sad, because this was a real scene. Liang Pengfei could see the hand of the body covered by the straw mat, which was a white and blue color. The fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl kneeling next to the straw mat was extremely haggard and good-looking, but she had no meat. Maybe it was a long-term camp with her. It has something to do with bad maintenance. The five- or six-year-old child next to him was holding the girl's hand, looking around with timid eyes, looking at a middle-aged man who came forward with snacks to see the bustle, and swallowing saliva with difficulty.

"It's been two days. If you put it like this, let alone these two children, even the corpse will have to..." An uncle who was standing not far from Liang Pengfei shook his head, as if he couldn't bear to see it.

"Yesterday, it was 20 taels, and today it has been reduced to ten taels. Tut, I said that Qinghuan Pavilion is too black-hearted, isn't it?" The other curled his lips and whispered to his companion. Huh?" When Liang Pengfei heard this, he couldn't help jumping his eyelids. Bai Shusheng came forward with understanding and worked hard to get the situation over. Young master, this little girl is the person who Qinghuan Pavilion wants to buy. They are only willing to pay ten taels of silver. Bai Shusheng came over with a cold face.

"What do you mean by this? This little girl sells her body to bury her father. Can't she only bid in Qinghuan Pavilion, but others can't? What the hell is this? Liang Pengfei smiled coldly, and the corners of his eyes soared with cold light. What is Qinghuan Pavilion?

"The industry of Cai Jia and Cai Dazi, the general manager of the thirteen banks of Guangzhou. Qinghuan Pavilion has opened its mouth, and they want to buy this person. The ordinary people can't afford to provoke the rich and generous Cai family at all. Bai Shusheng held the corners of his eyes and pointed to a seemingly boring and strong man standing not far away. I just asked that the boy was the turtle slave sent by Qinghuan Pavilion to come to see the scene.

"Others are afraid, I'm afraid of hanging, doctor, give me the money." Liang Pengfei felt that the blue veins on his forehead were jumping, and the blood was surging up his forehead.

Liang Pengfei pulled out a silver ticket of one hundred taels from the white scholar's hand, walked to the pair of siblings, reached out and touched the little head of the dark-eyed boy, and showed what he thought was the gentlest smile: "Little guy, what's your name?"

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PS: Please pay attention to this little guy, a celebrity, um, a very famous figure, the most famous pirate leader in the middle of the Qing Dynasty. Guess who it is?

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