Chapter 1307 1308: Business Wizard

"You're right, after you go back today, you will marry your youngest daughter to my second son." Fox said decisively.

Mondeo also showed a knowing smile.

"It's just right for your eldest daughter to marry my eldest son!"

Fox's face darkened immediately, and he said angrily, "Your eldest daughter is five years older than my eldest son."

Mondeo said: "Is it only five years old? You don't need to care about it! Aslan the Great of the Merox Empire, you know it!"

"I know!" Fox nodded.

"In addition to being a wife, Emperor Aslan is also a lady. The current imperial queen is his teacher. There are four concubines, one is his personal maid when he was young, and there is an elf who is younger than him. I heard that He didn't even let go of his former stepmother..."

Linda, who was passing by and was about to come over to have a look, just heard this, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

There is no other reason, that is, what Mondeo said is right.

"There is still such a thing, this Emperor Aslan is too good at playing." Fox suddenly became interested.

Mondeo said nonsense in a serious manner: "So, older wives are all lucky people."

Fox looked at Mondeo with disgust, and said like an idiot: "Do you think I will believe it?"

Mondeo smiled awkwardly, overblown.

Linda appeared behind the two with a cold face, and asked in an unhurried tone, "How do you know so clearly?"

The two of them were taken aback by Linda who appeared and disappeared. When they thought that Linda had just returned from the Merox Empire, they were immediately a little embarrassed.

"From the biography!" Mondeo said mysteriously.

Linda immediately became interested.

"What biography?"

"The History of Emperor Aslan's Customs."

When Linda heard the name, she immediately lost interest. With such an unscrupulous name, it is only a question of what good things can be written.

"Thank you for your hard work. I was just passing by to take a look." After Linda finished speaking, she turned and flew away.

Looking at Linda who flew away, Mondeo said: "Oh, I'm off to work. We earn hard money in this business. After we get our reputation, we don't need to pull carts everywhere. At that time, we only need to be on the streets. Just build a shed and attract business."

Mondeo asked the guards to help load the remaining briquettes into the car and began to arrange work.

On the way to Catrons, Mondeo said to Fox: "Our goal, of course, is to let every household in the imperial capital use briquettes. But meals still have to be eaten bite by bite. After these days of careful consideration, we must first focus on the outside world. city."

"According to the statistics of the city hall, the population of the outer city is more than three million, and the number of hidden black households is almost the same."

Because the Zanskart Empire levies a poll tax, the tax unit is based on the population, and because it is linked to finance, the population data will never be wrong.

"And in the outer cities, there are basically ordinary people with low and middle incomes. These people are our target users!"

Mondeo said loudly: "Our slogan is small profits but quick turnover. I have set the most competitive price. How much you can sell depends on your ability!"

"For this reason, Master Ben announced that for every ten briquettes sold, you can all get a commission. The more you sell, the higher the commission will be!"

Fox became thoughtful, and the servants surrounding the two couldn't help being happy for a while. They all said that even if there is no commission, they will do their best for the family.

Fox could clearly feel the enthusiasm and attitude of these servants.

Mondeo didn't bother to explain to them, just let the facts speak for themselves. Then he conducted a short sales training for the servants, and taught them how to use the most straightforward and simple language to introduce the advantages of honeycomb coal to the general public

If Aslan was here, he would definitely be astonished by Mondeo's sales plan. Even if this guy is left in later generations, he will still be able to thrive.

On the first day, the activity of giving honeycomb briquettes quickly became famous in the outer city.

In the next few days, Linda still paid close attention to his briquette business and held free activities for three consecutive days. Almost everyone in the outer city knew about this new thing of briquette.

Linda had been waiting at the coal plant for a long time. It was also the first time for her to preside over such a commercial task, so she was still a little nervous.

Mondeo has trained a thousand coal workers, but there are only a hundred models, so everyone can only take turns to practice and get familiar with the tools.

In order to ensure that the briquette technology would not be leaked, Mondeo did not dare to find an outside blacksmith shop to build it. Relying on his own blacksmiths, he could not mass-produce it at all, which also meant that the briquette factory could not start working with full strength.

In the end, Linda couldn't wait any longer, so Viscount Peart could only help produce a batch of molds first.

When it was almost ten o'clock in the morning, I finally saw Viscount Peart's carriage appearing.

A dozen or so carriages followed, and these carriages were loaded with the most scarce production tools in the coal plant.

"There are a thousand cast iron molds on the cart, as well as a sledgehammer and a sieve...all of which have been brought to you." Viscount Peart got down from the carriage and pointed to the supplies on the carriage.

"Trouble you!" Linda quickly expressed her thanks.

"Master Linda, are you short of funds recently, do you want me to help?" Viscount Peart asked in a low voice.

In his eyes, if Linda wants to do a small business like coal, there must be a problem with the capital chain, but the kerosene engine in his factory has not yet been put into production.

Linda nodded very simply.

"That's right, but I don't need help. My small oil refinery has been built and is in trial production. It will soon be able to produce cheap kerosene."

Viscount Peart's eyes lit up immediately, and he directly expressed his willingness to take down the production of kerosene the previous month.

Linda smiled and did not answer, and said to Fox: "Here are the tools, and arrange for the workers to work at full capacity!"

"Yes! Elder Linda."

As soon as the tools arrived, the work efficiency of the coal plant immediately increased.

Linda accompanied Peart to stroll around the coal yard, but he raised his handkerchief to cover his mouth from time to time, and walked carefully for fear of getting coal dust, which proved that he didn't like it very much.

Linda said unhurriedly: "My eyeliner in the Eurasian Federation sent me back news that a certain principality in the Eurasian Federation has started to put cars into production."

"What?" Viscount Peart became anxious when he heard that.

He has long conceived the prospect of the future of automobiles, and he must not let the Eurasian Federation take the lead.

"The principality of the Eurasian Federation? I'll send someone to investigate immediately."

Linda stopped Viscount Peart's radical behavior.

"No hurry, I can cooperate with that company. We only developed the engine, and the chassis and gearbox have not been designed yet? I can buy it directly, and then we can put the car into production directly."