My domineering ex-husband is living off his wife in ancient times.

Chapter 115 Price Protection and Regional Protection

Seeing that Cheng Ruoan had been looking at the contract for so long with a complicated expression, Manager Luo assumed that Cheng Ruoan was illiterate and couldn't understand it, but was too embarrassed to say so.

So, with remarkable emotional intelligence, she got up, walked over, and explained with a smile:

"Does Madam Cheng think this contract is too long and complicated?"

This is the contract template our employer is used to. Your mother also used this template when supplying tofu to Youjian Inn, and in it…”

After he explained the terms and conditions to Cheng Ruoan and Cheng Ruotong one by one, Cheng Ruoan and Zhao Dongjia's enthusiasm for doing business reached its peak.

There's no other reason than that this Mr. Zhao is too open and honest in his dealings with people and business, which suits Cheng Ruoan's taste perfectly.

“I understand, Manager Luo. The lowest price I can offer is 70% of the listed price of this sponge cake in my pastry shop.”

Our side has two additional terms:

Firstly, this contract is only valid for Youjian Inn in Huangyang Town and for us. If Youjian Inn in other places needs to supply goods, we will have to sign a separate contract.

Secondly, the price of this chicken cake at Youjian Inn cannot be lower than the listed price of our shop.

If you think it's feasible, then we can sign this contract on the spot. After it's settled, I have another business deal to discuss with you.

Manager Luo was taken aback. "Even Second Madam Cheng knows that we have an inn that's spread all over the Great Xia?"

Cheng Ruoan smiled and nodded, "Of course I know."

Actually it was a guess.

With a business acumen and vision like Mr. Zhao's, how could he possibly just run an inn in this Huangyang Town?

Manager Luo smiled and wiped his sweat. "I can agree to the second condition that Madam Cheng mentioned right now. But I still need to go back and consult with our boss about the first condition."

"Yes." Cheng Ruoan guessed correctly again.

It seems that Mr. Zhao's ambitions extend beyond simply being a distributor in Huangyang Town.

Although the contract did not stipulate that their family had the sole distribution rights, it did agree that in the event of a supply shortage, the Cheng family would have priority in supplying goods to Youjian Inn.

The supply volume is not fixed, but rather the amount agreed upon on the first day of each month for the entire month, and it will not exceed the Cheng family's production.

If an inn were to use up all of Cheng Ruoan's monthly production to sell in Huangyang Town, would Cheng Ruoan's own pastry shop still need to stay open?

Therefore, it must be stated upfront that regional protection and price protection for the sale of goods are equally important.

Manager Luo was about to take his leave after receiving Cheng Ruoan's approval, but Cheng Ruoan stopped him.

"Manager Luo, are you not interested in the second business deal I mentioned earlier?"

Facing Cheng Ruoan's smiling, beautiful face, Manager Luo apologized, "No, no, I was really thinking about returning to the master's house and forgot what Second Madam Cheng said at the end."

"I wonder what kind of business Madam Cheng is referring to?"

Manager Luo respected the three ladies of the Cheng family very much, but that didn't stop him from thinking that Cheng Ruo'an could no longer produce anything else that would amaze his master at first glance.

The tofu made by Cheng's mother is quite good; it has less of a beany smell than the tofu from another shop in Huangyang Town, which is already quite impressive.

You should know that before the Cheng family came, the Yang family was the only one that knew how to make tofu.

Looking at the pastries made by the two Cheng sisters, they are soft, sweet, and rich in flavor, truly exceptional.

In ordinary families, having a family-inherited skill is already quite remarkable.

The Cheng family already has two of these; what else can they possibly come up with that will truly impress people?

That's impossible.

"That's what I'm talking about, the 'Cloud Ointment' business." As she spoke, Cheng Ruoan took out a snow-white porcelain jar from her sleeve.

It's hand cream.

The intimidating name was something she had just come up with on the spot.

The main problem was that the first batch of products hadn't fully solidified yet, and Cheng Ruoan hadn't thought about where to sell them, so he hadn't considered the issue of distribution and therefore hadn't named them.

However, after looking at Zhao Dongjia's contract template, Cheng Ruoan thought about where this hand cream should be sold!

Of course, we're making some repackaged portions and placing them in the guesthouse rooms for customers to try out. Then they can buy them from the display case in the guesthouse lobby!

Most modern people have had this experience:

After staying at a hotel, I asked the front desk when I checked out, "Your aromatherapy/shower gel/shampoo smells so good, what brand is it?"

Instead of comparing the efficacy of hand cream with genuine chilblain cream in clinics and pharmacies, or comparing its fragrance and color with other balms in cosmetic shops, it would be better to be unconventional and place it in inns to compete on novelty and cost-effectiveness!

"Cloud Ointment..." Manager Luo took the porcelain jar handed over by Xiao Cui'er, opened the lid and smelled a faint fragrance, somewhat like the scent of medicine, and somewhat like the scent of osmanthus.

His eyesight wasn't very good; he was nearsighted, as some modern people would say. He couldn't see clearly that the delicate ointment contained a few osmanthus blossoms, so he couldn't just reach out and pick them off. He could only hold the jar and turn it around to look at it from different angles.

Cheng Ruoan was getting anxious when she saw Uncle Zhang rushing in from outside. Before he could even announce the news, she called out first:

"Uncle Zhang, come here and demonstrate to Manager Luo how to use this cloud ointment."

Uncle Zhang was taken aback. "Cloud ointment?"

“Yes, it’s the new Cloud Ointment that my master, Dr. Hu, and I developed.” Cheng Ruoan said through gritted teeth with a smile.

She was afraid that Uncle Zhang wouldn't understand the embarrassment of her hastily chosen name.

Fortunately, Uncle Zhang was clever. He immediately had a flash of inspiration and stepped forward with a smile and a bow: "Yes, yes, thank you, Miss Second, for giving this old servant the opportunity to try this cloud ointment."

"Manager Luo, this old servant will make a fool of myself and give it a try!"

When Uncle Zhang reached over to pick at the cloud-shaped ointment, Manager Luo realized that what he meant by "making a fool of himself" was indeed truly a foolish act.

Uncle Zhang's hands... are rough and peeling, with exaggerated wrinkles like ravines, and there are also many dry cracks on his hands.

Although it's not black or dirty, it's really not good-looking.

Cheng Ruoan smiled and exclaimed, "Uncle Zhang, you're exaggerating. What do you mean by ugly? Your hands are the result of hard work. The hands of working people are the most beautiful hands."

"Working people? That's a new word, I love hearing it!" The word "people" sounds much more comforting than "commoners" or "lowly people."

While chuckling and playing the straight man, Uncle Zhang smeared a small dollop of hand cream onto his left hand.

"You can apply it to the palms, backs of your hands, and between your fingers, but remember to spread it out so it can be absorbed better," Cheng Ruoan instructed from the side, explaining to Manager Luo.

Manager Luo had never seen his servants apply hand cream before.

This is such a precious thing, even he, as the head manager, is reluctant to use it.

He watched with curiosity and concentration.

After Uncle Zhang finished applying the ointment, his little eyes widened in surprise.

"Why do my hands suddenly look so smooth? Is the peeling skin pressed down and stuck on? But it doesn't look like that... My hands are the same color as when I haven't put anything on them..."

Cheng Ruoan felt a sense of triumph from showing off, and tried hard to suppress the upturned corners of her mouth as she said, "Manager Luo, you can touch Uncle Zhang's two hands and see the difference."

Driven by curiosity, Manager Luo didn't care that it was wrong to touch and tug at things in broad daylight, and directly grabbed Uncle Zhang's hands and carefully stroked them.

"You applied cloud cream to your left hand but not your right. Obviously, your left hand is much smoother and more delicate!" Manager Luo exclaimed in surprise.