Chapter 285: Zhen Jiang takes her leave, earning a million coins a day!【1】

Jinyang West Market Inn.

The Zhen clan caravan, which had been living here for nearly a month, had begun to pack their bags and prepare to return to Jizhou.

The furs and other goods purchased this month had already been sent to Wuji County, Zhongshan State, in several batches.

If things had gone normally, Zhen Jiang should have returned to Wuji County long ago.

But even if Zhen Jiang didn't say it, those close to her could guess why she had been lingering in Jinyang.

Outside the room where Zhen Jiang was staying.

A delicate-looking maid ran quickly to the door of Zhen Jiang's room and, forgetting to knock, pushed the door open urgently.

"Miss, Miss."

In the tidy room, Zhen Jiang, who was sitting in front of the bronze mirror at the dressing table, turned her head at the sound.

"You girl, what is the panic?"

The little maid standing at the door stuck out her tongue playfully and said cutely: "Miss, Young Master Duan is here."

"Doesn't Miss think of Young Master Duan every day?"

Hearing the little maid's words, Zhen Jiang's snow-white face couldn't help but flush as if it had been plated with a layer of red.

"You girl, if you talk nonsense again, I will sell you; don't talk nonsense." Zhen Jiang lowered her beautiful eyes, but her footsteps walked toward the outside of the house very honestly.

First floor of the inn.

Duan Yu, dressed in black robes, sat in the same seat where he had met Zhen Jiang last time.

Compared to a month ago, although there was no change in Duan Yu's appearance and figure, the aura he exuded had undergone a earth-shaking change.

Just sitting there, holding a teacup, he was like a man-eating beast.

The innkeeper stood on the side, serving carefully with a smile on his face.

In Jinyang City now, almost no one did not know Duan Yu.

On the day he returned from Yanmen Commandery, the city was empty.

Just to catch a glimpse of Duan Yu's demeanor.

"If Lord Duan has anything to order, please feel free." The innkeeper bowed and smiled flatteringly.

Duan Yu smiled slightly and nodded in response: "Good."

The innkeeper immediately took his leave sensibly: "Then this little one will not disturb Lord Duan."

Besides Duan Yu, there was another person following him.

Jia Dong, who was small and wrapped in a wide robe.

Compared to more than a month ago, Jia Dong was clearly fatter and fairer.

His eyes were even more clever.

After the innkeeper left, Jia Dong began to talk about the achievements of the past month as if he were claiming credit.

"My lord, according to your instructions before you left, the white paper factory has now expanded to more than two hundred craftsmen."

"It can produce about two thousand to three thousand bundles of white paper every day."

"According to your previous pricing, the price of a bundle of white paper is eight hundred coins."

"The daily output is about two to three million coins."

"Of course, this does not include labor, materials, loss, transportation, and various aspects of bribery."

Bundle.

This was the unit of measurement Duan Yu used to price white paper based on the price of cloth.

The two best types of paper on the market now are Qingpi paper and Zuobo paper.

The price is about four hundred coins.

Besides paper and bamboo slips, the main thing used for recording documents in the Eastern Han Dynasty is silk.

Silk is a high-grade product and is relatively expensive.

And as a material that can be used as currency for trading, except for powerful families and imperial relatives, most people cannot afford it.

And the price of a bolt of silk is about fifteen hundred coins.

This is just plain silk, which is white silk.

If it is fine silk, the price will be nearly double.

Duan Yu set the unit of measurement for white paper as a bundle.

One bundle is equivalent to one bolt.

And the price is eight hundred coins.

Of course, this eight hundred coins is his pricing.

To put it bluntly, this is also the wholesale price.

This still leaves a certain profit margin for the Zhen clan.

According to Duan Yu's guess, the price of this white paper on the market will not be lower than a thousand coins.

It might even be nearly equal to the price of white silk.

But Duan Yu doesn't care about these; how much the Zhen clan can sell it for is the Zhen clan's ability.

He only has the technology, not the sales channels; this sales still depends on others.

As long as the shipment volume can be guaranteed, the final price is up to the Zhen clan.

Listening to Jia Dong's words, Duan Yu nodded.

Jia Dong continued: "My lord, the snow salt workshop now produces about two thousand shi per day."

"According to your previous pricing, the price of snow salt is set at three thousand coins per shi."

"The first batch of snow salt has been sent to the Zhongshan Zhen clan, and the first payment has already returned."

"Excluding labor, expenses, and raw materials, the output value for ten days is about sixty million coins."

"Among them, twelve million are costs for transportation, labor, and loss."

"After deducting the cost from the Zhen clan's payment, there is an entry of thirty million."

"There are also twenty million in profit for the Zhen clan."

"Ah?"

Duan Yu was also surprised by this number: "So fast?"

Jia Dong smiled proudly and nodded: "My lord, after the hint you gave me, I packaged the snow salt."

Jia Dong said, proudly taking out a package from his sleeve.

The outer layer of the package is white paper.

Square, folded and wrapped around something.

There is also a red lacquer seal on it.

Wrapped around every folded position of the white paper.

Seeing this, Duan Yu was stunned.

This...

Isn't this food packaging?

This guy! ===== CHAPTER 287 =====