PFC Chapter 123 Shop Tour
Chapter 123 Shop Tour
Ye Youlan stood up and said, "Let's go to the tea shops."
"My Lord, will you come with me?"
Xiaomei was surprised when the princess learned to act coquettishly?
The Seventh Prince was very happy and put down the book: "Then I will accompany you."
The two of them got into the carriage, and Ye Youlan began to analyze the situation of the tea shops under the palace's name: "Rongji has a total of four tea shops: Qingfeng, Mingyue, Mingquan, and Yuexi. Different locations have different business profits. Qingfeng is in the city center, so business is relatively better, but the return rate is not high."
When Ye Youlan said this, she suddenly thought of a question, "Why is the business under the palace's name called Rongji?"
"When I moved out of the palace and started my own residence, the steward was called Uncle Rong. Once, during an assassination attempt, he blocked an arrow for me. He had no children, so I named him Rong Ji in his memory."
The Seventh Prince's tone was very calm, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him, but Ye Youlan knew the pain in his heart. She patted the Seventh Prince and said, "I'll accompany you to visit his grave when you have time."
The Seventh Prince looked at Ye Youlan with a strange look in his eyes: "Uncle Rong is only forty years old this year. He is now in charge of business outside the capital, so he rarely returns to the palace."
Ye Youlan hit him hard at this time: "Why didn't you explain clearly? I thought he was dead. Bah, bah, I'm sorry, Uncle Rong. Blame the prince if you want to blame him."
The Seventh Prince couldn't help but laugh: "It's obviously you who has the problem with understanding, yet you blame me for the whole process. You are so unreasonable."
Ye Youlan raised her head: "You lose if you try to reason with a woman. And you used the wrong word 'commemoration'. It's too misleading."
"Okay, it's all my fault."
The carriage arrived at the entrance of Qingfeng Teahouse. Ye Youlan lifted the curtain, took a look and said, "I'm too familiar with this place. Let's go to another one."
Mingyue Teahouse was at the East City Gate, and it had a large customer flow. Ye Youlan noticed that few customers went in to rest. She stopped the carriage to the side and wanted to go in to take a look. The Seventh Prince also wanted to get off, but Ye Youlan stopped him.
"Don't go. It's too conspicuous."
The Seventh Prince laughed, "Who doesn't recognize the carriage from my palace? It's even more conspicuous if it's parked here."
Ye Youlan smiled. She and the Seventh Prince got off the carriage and asked the driver to park it in a secluded place and come back in half an incense stick of time.
The two men stepped in, and the waiter came over to greet them when he saw their extraordinary demeanor.
Ye Youlan looked around the teahouse. It was only one floor and the area inside was very large, but there were not many tea seats. There was also a price list in the shop. She ordered a pot of Longjing tea and asked the waiter how much it cost.
"One tael of silver."
Ye Youlan whispered to the Seventh Prince, "This is just a robbery."
The Seventh Prince poured her a cup of tea and said, "A pot of the best Longjing tea in the most expensive teahouse in the capital costs five taels of silver."
Ye Youlan picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp, then poured herself another cup: "I have to drink more, I can't waste it, it's such a waste."
“You have to savor tea slowly to appreciate its flavor.”
Ye Youlan raised her eyebrows and said, "People coming in and out of this city gate are all on the go. They drink tea to quench their thirst, not to taste it. Therefore, Mingyue Teahouse's positioning is wrong. It is not suitable for the high-end route. It should take the route of the common people."
The Seventh Prince was a little confused by the unfamiliar new words, but he understood the general meaning: "Then I'll trouble you, Princess."
The two were talking when suddenly an argument broke out at the counter and they couldn't help but look over.
A customer on the road pointed at the shopkeeper and cursed him, saying that this was a black-hearted shop. He only ordered a pot of ordinary tea and a plate of peanuts, but the shopkeeper was charged 500 coins. Why are you still running a shop? You might as well rob it!
The shopkeeper pointed to the account book on the counter and said, "Look, this is how the account is sold. It's not just for you. Why are you yelling at me?"
Ye Youlan called the waiter over and said, "Let that customer go. I'll pay for his bill."
When the waiter heard this, he quickly went over and said a few words to the customer. The customer turned around and looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman sitting by the window in the distance and said, "It's not that I can't afford it, I'm saying that what you are doing is wrong."
The shopkeeper was helpless: "Okay, it's whatever you say."
The customer threw down twenty coins and said, "This is too much."
The shopkeeper waved his hand, signaling him to leave quickly.
Ye Youlan and the Seventh Prince paid their bill and left. The shopkeeper returned the extra money and said, "Then I'll make up for the difference. I can't let you pay for it. I hope you'll patronize our shop more often in the future."
The two of them got on the carriage, and Ye Youlan smiled: "This shopkeeper is good, he does business with principles and is not rigid."
"He is Uncle Rong's adopted son. He has been learning business from Uncle Rong since he was a child."
Ye Youlan stared at the Seventh Prince: "You know him, but he doesn't know you?"
Ye Youlan wants to let the boss inspect the store, shouldn’t the people below greet her respectfully?
The Seventh Prince pressed his lips together and said, "Do you think I'm just a passerby on the street? Even in the palace, not many people have seen me."
Ye Youlan thought about it and realized that there were only a few people serving the couple every day.
The two of them went to Mingquan and Yuexi Inn again, and it was almost dark when they returned. Ye Youlan took off her shoes and lay down on the couch. Seeing the Seventh Prince elegantly take off his coat and change into his shoes, she couldn't help but sit up straight and bend down to put his shoes in place.
"Just be casual in your own room."
Ye Youlan said embarrassedly: "I am very lazy. Do I not look like a princess? If you don't like it, you can tell me. I will try my best to maintain my image in front of you."
The Seventh Prince sat down beside her and looked at her: "Just be yourself in front of me. I like the real you."
Ye Youlan smiled: "Did you say that?" Then she lay down again and put her legs on the Seventh Prince's legs. "Give me a massage. I walked too much today."
The Seventh Prince obediently massaged her, then stared at Ye Youlan and said, "I can be myself in front of you, right?"
"Of course, that's only fair."
The Seventh Prince smiled with a deep gaze, and Ye Youlan always felt something was wrong.
Xiaomei brought in tea and saw something she shouldn't have seen. She pretended that no one was in the room and muttered, "Hey, where's the princess?" and quickly went out.
Ye Youlan couldn't help laughing: "Xiaomei's acting is poor."
The Seventh Prince added, "She should have said, 'Princess, the hot water is ready.'"
Ye Youlan kicked the Seventh Prince and said, "Go to hell."
The Seventh Prince fell to the side. Ye Youlan hurriedly pulled him back and apologized, "My fault, my fault."
If you make a mistake, you must make up for it. So at night, the Seventh Prince lay on the bed with his back exposed.
Ye Youlan massaged his back, following the same techniques she had learned in the beauty salon. Unexpectedly, the Seventh Prince enjoyed it so much that he fell asleep.
Ye Youlan repositioned the four teahouses. Qingfeng Teahouse was located in a prosperous area in the city, taking a high-end route with luxurious decoration. Mingyue added some long tables and chairs, taking a common route. Mingquan and Yuexi mainly served the elites, and the task of attracting customers was entrusted to Chen Su, asking him to bring more friends from the calligraphy and painting circles to exchange ideas, and of course he could be paid a head fee.