Wanjin Lady

Chapter 199 Instructions
Father Wen felt relieved and patted his chest, saying, "That's good. If it really doesn't work, then we can all go and beg him with our entire family. We have the elders and the children, so I think he won't be embarrassed to do anything to us."

Wenwan smiled secretly.

Old Man Wen has made great progress.

Finally I understand the principle of being able to bend and stretch.

In the past, this little thing would have kept Old Man Wen awake all night.

"Then why did you insist on asking Yiyi to go? If she stays at home, you will have two bodies now..." Father Wen felt something was wrong again, "You have three bodies. I would feel more at ease if you had more people at home."

Wen Wan smiled and said, "This Ruiguo Juice is mainly sold to women from wealthy families. Dad, are you going to sell it to women?"

"Ah...this..." Wen Weiming turned his head to look at Liu Yiyi beside him. Could it be that this time going to Bozhou...he mainly depends on Liu Yiyi's efforts?
Liu Yiyi herself was undecided. She'd managed the Wen family's backyard and the wine shop before, but she'd been forced into those roles. Now, when it came to seriously expanding sales channels, she was completely clueless and naturally lacked confidence. "I...I don't even know how to sell wine, do I?"

Wen Wan smiled and comforted Aunt Liu, "If you want to sell something to someone, the first thing to do is not to think about selling anything. The Green Plum Wine Festival is a grand event held every five years, and there will definitely be many merchants with families. Mother, just go up and make friends with those women."

Liu Yiyi suddenly felt relieved. "I know this! When I make friends, I'll praise her clothes and jewelry, praise her husband's ability, and even praise her beautiful poop. In short, I'll flatter her with my eyes closed."

Licking the dog.

The ultimate bootlicker.

This house is full of flatterers!
Old Man Wen looked disgusted.

Wen Wan smiled: "That's what I mean."

But it’s not necessary to praise it even if it’s just a shit.

"But..." Liu Yiyi said she had already learned the first step, "What happens after you flatter someone?"

Wen Wan smiled and said, "Spend a little money, put up a curtain, invite them to sit in the bushes, and have a spring banquet like the one popular in Kyoto, with some tea, fruits, and so on, and finally bring out our wine."

"Remember, don't mention it's homemade. Keep it suspenseful—"

Chen Ma, who had always been observant, understood everything. She slapped her thigh and said, "I know! Just say the wine is from another family, extremely expensive, and only for the rich and powerful! Then stir up the ladies' curiosity and make them ask around about what Rui Guo Juice is! Wait until everyone's appetite is fully piqued, and then finally reveal the origins of this wine!"

Wen Wan gave Chen Ma a thumbs up.

Oh my. Chen Ma is smart and has great potential for domestic fighting!
Unfortunately, the Wen family does not have the soil for breeding domestic feuds.

Everyone in this room is either a flatterer or a love-brained person.

House fight?

nonexistent.

Instead of wasting time on domestic intrigue, it would be better to chop down the straw man left by Zhao Heng in the backyard.

Liu Yiyi suddenly understood, "I understand! I understand! First make friends, then play tricks, secretly carry the sedan chair, and finally sell it for a high price!"

Wen Wan smiled and said, "If someone wants to order our wine, what should they say?"

Liu Yiyi touched her head and said hesitantly: "Thank you for taking care of my family's business?"

"No, you mean that the orders for Swiss fruit syrup from our winery are too large and we can't guarantee that we can get the goods after placing the order."

"How can that be possible?!" Liu Yiyi shook her head, "Won't the guests make a fuss?"

Even veteran Wen Weiming disagreed, "Aren't we just driving customers away like this?"

Wen Jing smiled and said, "That's it. Our Rui fruit pulp is a new product, and we don't know how much we can produce this year. It's good to sell it now, but spreading its reputation is more important. We have to think long-term!"

“Remember!” The young woman’s eyes shone brightly. “Our goal is to get things done without spending money; to get more done with less money; and ideally, to spend other people’s money to do our own thing!” Wen Weiming thought to himself again: What a shrewd businessman, what a shrewd businessman.

He has been led astray by his own daughter, and he must not let his eldest grandson be led astray by a profiteer.

"You don't need to worry too much about business matters." Father Wen secretly felt that he had learned a new trick, but his face was gloomy. "The most important thing is to take good care of the baby! My eldest grandson will have a career in the government in the future. Don't teach him bad things!"

There are more than 10,000 days left before the college entrance examination.

Well, it's time to chicken.

Wen Wan said, "Even if he chooses to pursue a career in government, if he dares to look down on our family for being a merchant, I will break his legs!"

Wen Weiming immediately puffed his beard and glared to defend his unborn grandson, "If you dare to hit him, I will beat you!"

Liu Yiyi expressed her headache: it’s not certain whether the baby will be a boy or a girl!

It was a good thing that she had been telling me for so long that "boys and girls are all the same."

Hey.

Wen Weiming has everything in his life... except a son!

Wen Weiming has had enough of being laughed at and accused of having no descendants.

Wen Weiming left, taking with him key business personnel like Ma Changshun and Feng Shuigen, as well as elite market development personnel like Concubine Liu.

Mr. Tu, Hongmei and Chen Ma were left behind to settle down and look after the house.

On the day of departure, Wen Wan, who was five or six months pregnant, sent them out of the city. Wen Weiming kept persuading them to go back, and later imitated Wen Wan's way of speaking to the children in her belly, "My eldest grandchildren, stay well in your mother's belly, and wait for your grandfather to come back and bring you pens, ink, paper, and inkstone."

Yes. It is better to take five years of college entrance examination and three years of simulation.

Why didn't she realize before that Old Man Wen was also a pushover?

Before the child was born, he planned to let the adoptive father be the child's first teacher.

Even at the age of fifty, he regained his youthful vitality and vowed to create a second spring in his career and leave a huge estate to his grandchildren.

Wen Wan smiled and said, "Dad, it's not certain whether it will be a boy or a girl. Don't scare my daughter."

Old Man Wen expressed his displeasure.

How can it be a daughter?
He had clearly secretly asked the old women in the clan who had given birth to many sons to come and take a look, and they all said that the shape of Wen Wan's belly definitely indicated a son.

Father Wen gave in. "Alright. Then let's have twins, a boy and a girl, to make a perfect couple!"

Wen Wan: Do you think Zhao Heng is a wishing machine?

Wen Wan repeated what she had said last night, and told Old Man Wen and Aunt Liu again, "Remember the advice I gave you..."

Father Wen waved his hands impatiently, "I know, you've said it eight hundred times! Spend less money, get more done; spend no money, get things done too! Spend the other party's money, do your own business!"

Seeing Wen Wan's interrogative gaze, Liu Yiyi's hair stood on end. "Miss, I know that too. Keep an eye on the master, stay away from the Yuan family, don't accept their invitations to dinner, and run away when you see the Yuan family. Stay less, make more friends and brag more."

Wenwan smiled with satisfaction, "That's a very good summary."

Old Man Wen didn't listen to her nagging at all. He just turned to look at Aunt Chen and told her the same thing he had said eight hundred times, which was to eat well, drink well and poop well, and not let Wen Wan work too hard. All the affairs of the winery were temporarily handed over to Mei Qing.

(End of this chapter)