Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 304 Towards the Golden Palace (8)

Yan Zhen kept her word and hosted a banquet at Shidinglou the next day to entertain the distributors who had been purchasing goods from her. At the same time, she proposed to transfer the soap formula.

"There is only one recipe. Whoever buys it keeps it. Once it's sold, I will never resell it to anyone else, including myself. I will never make soap again."

Upon hearing Yan Zhen's words, the invited shopkeepers all showed expressions of excitement.

Manager Yuan hurriedly asked, "Brother Cao, how much are you planning to sell this recipe for?"

Yan Zhen dipped her finger into the tea in her cup and wrote two words she had just learned yesterday on the table.

"One hundred thousand."

Everyone's expressions changed slightly.

"This is too expensive!"

"Yes, Brother Cao, aren't you asking for the moon?"

"Mr. Cao, none of us here are worth that much money. Aren't you making things difficult for us?"

A bar of soap sells for four taels of silver. If one hundred thousand taels of silver were needed to sell 25,000 bars of soap, and after deducting the costs of raw materials, labor, storage, and transportation, it would take at least half a year to break even.

Who knows what the situation will be like in six months, and whether this soap will still be able to be sold.

Yan Zhen smiled and said, "If you all think it's too expensive, then forget it."

As she spoke, she raised her glass and made a toasting gesture to everyone: "Even if a deal doesn't go through, we can still be friendly. Today, all of you are guests, and I've already paid for this meal. Please enjoy yourselves. I'll take my leave now."

After she finished speaking, she got up as if to leave.

This attitude clearly indicated that she wouldn't accept bargaining, and that she was being arrogant because the goods were in high demand and she didn't have to worry about selling them. The shrewd shopkeepers couldn't help but see through her, and one by one they quickly tried to persuade her to stay. Shopkeeper Yuan even grabbed her hand.

"Brother Cao, don't go! Don't go!"

"The price is negotiable."

Yan Zhen had his back to them, a slight smile playing on his lips.

After some back and forth, the soap recipe was acquired by Manager Yuan and another merchant working together.

Yan Zhen received 100,000 taels of silver notes. After-sales service was excellent. He followed Manager Yuan to his business and demonstrated the soap-making process to them.

After reading it, Manager Yuan was both amazed and heartbroken.

I thought something with such strong cleaning power must have a complicated manufacturing process and expensive raw materials, but it turned out to be so simple.

That 100,000 taels was a terrible waste.

Yan Zhen went to the money exchange with 100,000 taels of silver notes in his pocket.

After depositing the money in the bank, she went to the most bustling restaurant in the south of the city and ordered a serving of braised pig's head and a roast duck. She wasn't full at Shidinglou, so she planned to treat herself when she got home.

The past month or so has not been a waste of time.

She knew that soap making was a highly profitable business, and if managed well, one could earn far more than 100,000.

The problem is that, without any foundation, he couldn't hold onto the business.

Putting aside the fact that her booming business would attract envy, just take the soap recipe as an example. Such a simple production process can be deciphered by anyone who follows her for a while and studies the raw materials she buys every day.

The low walls of my rented house couldn't keep out the wickedness in people's hearts.

Rather than risking her life to cling to this business, she decided to transfer both the profits and risks for money, turning it into capital for the next fortune – that was her initial idea.

As Yan Zhen walked out of the restaurant carrying the packaged meat and vegetables, he hummed a tuneless little tune and took a few steps forward. Curses and screams came from the nearby Qixiang Restaurant.

Immediately afterwards, an old man with his shirt off dragged out a middle-aged woman who was disheveled, pinned her to the ground, and began punching and kicking her.

The woman screamed and cursed the man as she was beaten.

The two sides were exchanging insults and fighting, attracting the attention of many passersby.

But everyone seemed used to it, and no one stepped forward to stop it.

The man vented his anger and left, cursing and swearing.

The woman was around thirty-five years old. She was beaten black and blue, and her cheap makeup and lipstick were smeared all over her face during the fight. Her hairpins and ornaments were also crooked.

After getting up, she pulled her clothes together and spat in the direction the man had left.

Turning her head, she saw a passerby staring at her. She rolled her eyes at them, her brows furrowed in a cold glare: "What are you looking at! It's not like she's sleeping with your man!"

Passerby: "..."

After the woman finished cursing, she prepared to return to Qixiang Tower, but her gaze stopped when it swept over Yan Zhen.

Seeing Yan Zhen staring at him, but without any lewdness or disdain in his eyes.

Then I noticed that she was tall and strong, and her rolled-up sleeves revealed her muscular arms.

Although the fabric of her clothes was not expensive, they were clean and neat.

He looks capable, has some money, and is still unmarried.

This kind of person is the easiest to fool.

The woman raised an eyebrow, put her hands on her hips, and swayed seductively as she walked up to Yan Zhen, reaching out to lift his chin: "Young master, want to play?"

Yan Zhen turned his head away from her hand: "A Bao."

The woman's expression changed slightly when she heard her son's name: "Who are you?"

Yan Zhen didn't answer, but handed her the roast duck in his hand.

The woman instinctively took it, and Yan Zhen turned and left.

She had seen this woman before.

A few days ago, Abao stole cured meat that was drying in the yard of a family at the alley entrance. He was caught on the spot, hung up and beaten severely, and threatened to hand it over to the authorities.

The woman knelt at the door of that house, kowtowing and begging with tears streaming down her face for a long time before finally taking away the badly injured Abao.

After that day, Abao never showed up again, and no one knows how badly he was injured.

Yan Zhen's compassion was limited, and she mostly treated the unfortunate people she encountered in the small world as NPCs who made up this world.

She would neither mistreat nor make things difficult for them, nor would she offer them excessive pity.

So even though she had worked with A Bao, she didn't deliberately inquire about his injuries.

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For the next few days, Yan Zhen stayed at home eating and drinking, and spent his free time reading and learning to read. He hardly ever went out.

After studying diligently for several days, she realized that she had the attitude to read, but her body lacked the talent to read.

No matter how hard she tries to trace the same word again and again, she will forget half of it by the next day.

Realizing this, Yan Zhen had no choice but to give up and planned to hire a reliable accountant with good character when his business grew bigger in the future.

After being idle at home for more than half a month, the hot weather is gradually showing signs of cooling down.

That day, Yan Zhen was cleaning several pottery jars he had bought at home when there was a knock on the door.

She cautiously opened the door and saw a middle-aged woman with a bare face standing outside, with A Bao beside her.

It's Abao and his mother.

The first two times I saw Abao's mother, she was heavily made up and adorned with hairpins, dressed in a seductive and worldly manner.

Now that she wasn't wearing makeup and her clothes weren't revealing or frivolous, Yan Zhen noticed that although there were signs of aging on her face, her features were still quite beautiful.

"What's up?" Yan Zhen asked, his gaze sweeping over A Bao.

The bruises on the little one's face hadn't completely faded, and his face was pale, but it was clear that he was alright.

“I heard from A Bao that Prime Minister Cao has been very kind to him. He even gave you a roast duck the other day. I came here today specifically to express my gratitude.”

After Abao's mother finished speaking, she bowed gracefully to Yan Zhen.