Chapter 27: The Medicine Business

"Heh heh, not too much, just twice as much.""You guys are so busy, you don't even know how much tofu you made today, do you""Two cents per jin of beans can make three blocks of tofu!"Little Nine also...The sense of exhilaration from each family surpassed Yang Lin's expectations.

Even Zhao Zhongming, who had never seen a thousand pictures of them, ordered one hundred kilograms without hesitation!

The influential family was generous and eager to buy. They didn't even need Yang Lin to remind them; they readily paid the deposit and signed the contract, afraid that he might change his mind.

This move isn't out of kindness, it's because they all believe that Qian Zhang's business is absolutely not inferior to tofu!

They only need to handle it once to make a big profit, how could they refuse such a business

After finishing the business with Qian Zhang, some families eagerly started talking about tofu.

Just like Zhao Zhongming, smart people have discovered that the key to making tofu doesn't lie in the process or technique, but in that magical elixir.

"Yang Lin, just tell me, how is the medicine selling"

All are thousand-year-old foxes. Now that Qian Zhang's business deals are settled, there's no need to be secretive anymore. Let's just be straightforward and open about it.

Speaking of medicine, everyone's eyes turned to Yang Lin again.

"Alas, if it weren't for being forced to do so, I truly wouldn't want this medicine!"

Yang Lin first let out a sigh, then proceeded to talk about the process of making the so-called medicinal concoction.

The concoction of medicinal water is difficult, requiring dozens of precious herbs and a special processing method. It's refined over a low flame for seventy-seven forty-nine days before it can be produced in even the slightest amount.

Yang Lin stretched out his finger and gestured.

"My medicine isn't plentiful anymore, only ten barrels left. I'll give you all a cost price, ten taels of silver per barrel."

Yang Lin raised a finger.

"What"

At the sound of this number, everyone immediately got angry.

"Ten ounces Why don't you just rob someone"

"Well, I'd like to know what kind of medicine is worth ten ounces of silver!"

Everyone stared in astonishment.

When Zhao Zhongming heard this number, he also gasped.

Ten taels of silver is no small sum, he really dares to name such a price.

"Hold on a moment, everyone."

Yang Lin said calmly, "Do you all know that with my medicine water, one jin of beans can make how much tofu"

Everyone was taken aback, and then they realized, this was the key.

"How much" Zhao Zhongming asked.

Yang Lin stretched out three fingers.

"Three!"

Everyone couldn't help but gasp again.

A jin of beans costs no more than two cash coins, while three blocks of tofu in the county town are worth fifteen cash coins!

Five times the profit!

These officials, not one of them foolish, immediately realized that ten taels of silver for a barrel of medicine water didn't seem so expensive after all.

Then how much tofu can one bucket of medicine water make

Someone immediately asked the most crucial question.

The rest of them also stared intently at Yang Lin.

Yang Lin smiled and extended a hand.

"$5,000!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately shouted: "I want a bucket!"

As he spoke, a silver ingot weighing ten taels landed directly in front of Yang Lin.

The rest weren't far behind either, one after another, silver ingots were all shoved into Yang Lin's hands eagerly, not even giving him a chance to refuse. "Hey hey hey, everyone don't be so hasty, I only have ten barrels, only ten barrels!"

"Oh, enough is enough! Brothers Li and Wang, please stop giving me silver. Even if you give me silver, I can't conjure it into anything..."

As Yang Lin kept pushing back, he insisted that there were only ten barrels.

The officials panicked and were in a mess, all scrambling to stuff Yang Lin with silver.

When they heard Yang Lin say the figure of five thousand, they immediately calculated the cost price of making tofu.

Three articles!

Although the price of this medicine is the same as what Yang Lin purchased, Yang Lin no longer makes tofu. If you don't buy this medicine, it's equivalent to giving up your tofu business.

Those who have tasted the profits of tofu know it well.

Therefore, the cost of three-copper coins is not high, and the profit margin remains large; secondly, by fully controlling tofu production, in the future, one can produce as much tofu as desired, thus gaining the initiative.

So, this medicine must be bought.

Not buying is equivalent to giving away the tofu business to others, and also missing out on such a good opportunity to make money.

These officials scrambled to get things done, but it was Yang Lin who suffered.

He never expected that these big families would be so eager for tofu, even going as far as to offer ten taels of silver without haggling.

However, in order to achieve the goal of creating a sense of scarcity, if you announce that there are only ten barrels of medicine water available, then you can only sell ten barrels!

Otherwise, if plaster casts sell out too quickly, it would cause the tofu market to go crazy and then rapidly decline.

Moreover, when it comes to doing business, integrity is paramount. Once you've stated a figure, don't easily go back on your word.

Otherwise, your own reputation will be ruined.

In the end, regardless of how much those family stewards who paid a little later promised, even offered more, Yang Lin just stuck to his guns, saying he only had ten barrels.

However, they were also told that a new batch of medicine was being brewed and would be ready in three days. It would be supplied to them first, with an extra twenty kilograms of Qian Zhang. Only then did the officials in charge who hadn't been able to buy the medicine agree to leave.

After tossing around at Zhao Fugui's house for a whole afternoon, the managers of each family finally left contentedly.

After these two deals were finalized, Yang Lin's pockets bulged with a hefty sum of white flowers.

Zhao Fugui watched Yang Lin receive all that silver, his mouth watering.

Meanwhile.

County town, Zhou's family.

Zhou Zhengyang, upon learning that Yang Lin wouldn't make tofu, was furious when he discovered that Yang Lin had offered to teach his tofu-making skills for a single copper coin!

"Here comes the person, here comes the person!"

"Bring me that scholar from the Po Mountain village. I'll make sure he doesn't live to see another day!"

This pressure on Yang Lin was following Xu's advice, putting pressure on him to ultimately get the tofu-making technique.

Now the situation is reversed, Yang Lin can't play anymore, he even directly flipped the table!

The technical disclosure, the chaos of chickens flying and eggs breaking, resulted in Zhou Zhengyang getting nothing. This made him furious.

"Young master, please don't worry."

Xu Maochai hurried in and sighed, "Young Master, the current situation is not very good for us."

"What do you mean"

Zhou Zhengyang was in a bad mood and, without thinking, blurted out.

"Young Master, our move this time was indeed a bit rash."

"We went there this time to pressure him, thinking he would either submit and cooperate with us or completely ignore us and continue making tofu."

"Who knows what that kid's up to He wouldn't cooperate with us, so at least he stopped making tofu!"

"His tofu was sold to all the big families. Now that he's stopped making tofu, it means he's cut off their financial lifeline."

And as everyone knows, it was you who spoke out against him, preventing him from making tofu anymore. So, this score has been settled on our Zhou family’s head, hasn't it

Zhou Zhengyang was dumbfounded.

He suddenly felt like he had been cheated!ends to assassinate this Duke! His crime deserves death! Execute him on the spot and shoot arrows!"As soon as Yang Lin finished speaking, Zhong Tao pulled the trigger of the crossbow in his hand. The...