The Daily Life of a Down-on-Hard-Life Medicine Girl Supporting Her Family

Chapter 265

Yi Yaxing guessed correctly; Zhao Minghua also wanted to produce Qingyan Pavilion's face creams, face powders, and perfumes.

As soon as he arrived, he found out about this shop that was both profitable and had a mysterious owner.

Through his observation and analysis, he determined one fact: his wife must be behind it all.

After all, his wife is the only person in the world capable of making something this good.

That's right, Zhao Minghua is that confident!

His wife is quite talented at making pills.

Xiao's pills sold quite well in Shuzhou.

For various reasons, they cannot be sent to the capital to be sold.

Who is Zhao Minghua?
The person who dared to secretly take over the Changzhou Teahouse at the age of twelve without his family's knowledge possessed extraordinary keen insight.

Being a royal merchant is a status that, if used properly, can lead to immense wealth.

Therefore, while providing those precious face creams and ointments to noblemen, he also had to offer similar products to the ladies of the capital.

What gives Zhao Minghua the biggest headache is that he has to train these new people.

Seeing Qingsheng idly standing by, Zhao Minghua had a sudden inspiration: let Qingsheng train them.

"Young master, how could I possibly do that?"

"You can not?"

Zhao Minghua raised an eyebrow and asked.

Celebrating a birthday... If we're going to tease someone, our young master is the most ruthless.

Okay, okay, why not?

The training should follow the model of Changzhou Women's Tea House.

He has no other skills, but his memory is amazing.

Qingsheng still vividly remembers how the young master taught those girls back then, and he also witnessed firsthand how several maids who served the madam socialized in a women's teahouse in just two months. He knows that women should not be underestimated.

I have a feeling that if they were given a chance, they would do just as well as men!

The girls were originally from ordinary families, but since they were bought by Zhao Minghua, they were given new names.

He was an extremely lazy man. He remembered that Chunnuan liked to use Chinese medicinal herbs to name her maids, which gave him inspiration. So he simply named his four maids Almond, White Kernel, Job's Tears, and Lotus Kernel.

Because Bai Ren was older, sixteen years old this year, and taller than the other three, Zhao Minghua made her the head maid, who also took care of the other three.

Qing Sheng was unfortunate enough to be entrusted with an important task by the young master, and had no choice but to teach them every day.

"Remember this: being a waiter in a shop and being a maid in a mansion are two different things. Who is the master of this shop?"

The four of them thought, "Isn't our master still the young master?"

"No, it's the customers. Customers are your bread and butter. You should try your best to meet their demands as long as they are not unreasonable."

"When a customer enters the store, you need to observe their expressions and guess their needs, and recommend products that are suitable for them."

"When a customer comes once, the next time you see her, you should be able to recognize her immediately, calling her Miss Zhang or Mrs. Li directly..."

"Working as a waiter in a shop requires quick eyes and hands, being observant, and having a good understanding of the situation. If conflicts arise between customers, it's essential to mediate promptly..."

Fortunately, she had served the young master for almost twenty years, and Qingsheng had learned Zhao Minghua's business acumen perfectly, even her movements now bearing a resemblance to the young master's. The maids, initially assuming their master was from afar, still held a degree of disdain; after all, people from the capital were inherently superior.
Little did they know that the training they underwent over the next few days would make them realize how naive they had been; this was how one was trained to be a waiter.

From walking to talking to responding to various conversations, the group studied very diligently.

After all, maids in the inner quarters were absolutely forbidden from expressing their own opinions.

Working as a waiter in a shop requires a lot of talking and negotiation; you have to be able to talk the dead back to life.

"You all need to remember this: there are no unsellable products, only incompetent shopkeepers." Qing Sheng spoke with great enthusiasm, spitting as he spoke: "Do you know what the advantages of being a shopkeeper are?"

The four knew that being a waiter was good, but they didn't really know just how good it was.

"A head maid in the inner quarters earns two taels of silver a month."

Having food, lodging, and clothes for all four seasons, and receiving two taels of silver a month, was already a very good thing for them.

After all, their parents couldn't earn much money at home in a year, which is why they sold them off.

"If you work as a shop assistant, your monthly salary is one tael of silver, and you also get a commission on the goods sold. You get one tael of silver for every hundred taels of silver sold. If you can sell three to five hundred taels of silver a month, how much do you think you'll earn in monthly salary?"

The group had studied arithmetic and could easily calculate how much silver they would earn per month. But what would they sell? Three to five hundred taels of silver a month?
I just thought that celebrating a birthday would involve bragging and fooling them.

After twenty days of training, the four were taken to the shop by Qingsheng, and were dumbfounded when they saw the price tag on the exquisite little porcelain bottle.

"A face cream that costs twenty taels of silver a bottle? For applying to the face?"

Bai Ren cautiously reached out to take it, but after thinking about it, he quickly pulled back: if it broke, even selling it again wouldn't be enough to compensate for the loss.

"It's no wonder you're ignorant," Qingsheng said. "If you'd ever actually worked as maids in a wealthy household, you'd know that twenty taels of silver for a bottle of face cream isn't expensive at all. After all, one bottle can last for two months. Besides, I've already told you about the benefits of the face cream. Do you think those ladies would complain about the price?"

Bai Ren wondered to himself: Is it really that amazing?

Will it make wrinkled skin smooth and supple?
There was this thought: I was afraid that those ladies would buy it, not use it, and then come knocking on my door saying I was a fraud.

"Bai Ren, tell me, what's the purpose of this face cream?" Qing Sheng said. "You treat me like a customer, but I'm here to buy face cream for my wife. What's your real purpose?"

Bai Ren thought to himself, "They did say during the training that the main purpose is to get customers who come into the store to spend money on goods."

So he recited all the uses of the face cream that he could remember.

"Young master, think about it. Twenty taels of silver is just an empty coin in your purse. But if you spend twenty taels of silver to buy this face cream and give it to your wife, she will be so happy. And when she's happy, she'll do anything for you..."

That's it, even Bai Ren himself can't keep up the story anymore, while the other three just chuckle to themselves.

Qingsheng shook his head.

"If you were to work as shop assistants like this, you wouldn't be able to sell a single bottle."

It seems that without pressure there is no motivation.

To celebrate his birthday, he pulled out a trump card.

"Young master has one condition: if you can't sell a single bottle in a month, you won't receive your monthly salary; if you can't sell a single bottle in three months, it means you're not cut out for this line of work, and you'll have to find another master."

It means to sell it.

Upon hearing this, the four men's expressions changed drastically.

Yes, although these twenty days were supposed to be training, they were actually quite comfortable. They also discovered that this master was different from others. Who knows what kind of fate awaited them if they were sold off?
"Brother Qingsheng, we will try our best."

"You'd better try your best." Qing Sheng said coldly, "Opportunities are only for those who are prepared. Whether you can seize them or not depends on yourselves. You'd better take care of yourselves."