Mao Yijian and Bai Minghe met, and the two of them stared at each other with their eyes, both trying to see through each other's eyes.

Mao Yijian wanted to know how capable the White Name Crane was and how much moisture was in the words.

And Bai Minghe wanted to know how brave Mao Yijian was.

At this time, the two women came in from outside. Mrs. Mao was almost forty years old. She knew that Bai Qinghe was a woman, but she came here as a master. She took Qinghe's hand very kindly together.

The two women came in together, but looked at the two men who were staring at each other.

Mao Yijian heard the sound, but did not turn his head, but asked: "How much profit can you get in a month?"

"It depends on how much you can help me, Uncle Mao?" Bai Minghe faced tit-for-tat.

"What do you want me to do?" Mao Yijian kept staring into Bai Minghe's eyes.

Bai Minghe smiled: "This little profit in Match House is just a little bit of side dishes before the meal. Uncle Mao, you don't have to be so nervous. Even if you give it to the Guangdong Dusi, I don't care. As long as I protect my other business. Of course, if I give it to you, I'm afraid that Governor Yang will regretfully swallow the sword in the future."

"Mad, you kid are too crazy." Mao Yijian snorted coldly and sat down.

Bai Minghe then turned around and bowed to Mrs. Mao: "Hello, aunt, my nephew didn't bring any gifts, only some specialties from the capital. I want to bother my aunt with a small matter. It's not convenient for my nephew to speak, so let Qinghe talk about it."

"Bai Minghe, you can catch up with your kin!" Mao Yijian was so happy.

"Uncle Mao, please let me settle the score."

"I will bring you paper and pen and paper in person!" Mao Yijian was also a little impressed.

The two women looked at each other and smiled, sat in the corner and whispered something quietly. Qinghe was ordered by Bai Minghe, so naturally she aimed at menstruation as her main goal.

The two men crawled on the table and started to settle the accounts.

I don't know, I'm shocked when I calculate it.

Not to mention anything else, the lowest-end matches of Baiminghe no longer use matches, but are made of straw paper bags. They just add two wood chips to it, specifically for wiping matches. In Guangdong, the air is too wet, and the material has been selected again, using a bunch of coarse fibers soaked in oil and wax.

The cost is lower, but the materials become tight.

In addition to the tightening of raw materials, Bai Minghe is even more nervous now, the manpower is not enough workers.

The fire-driving material worker group is naturally all brought by Bai Minghe from Beijing. The core of this fire-driving material is a match head, a fire-driving board. Then the head is glued, and the packaging is another group. One group of ten people, two sticking heads, one coats the board, and six packaging. The last person is part-time worker, plus the packing work.

A group of ten people can easily make 80,000 packs of matches that cost two packs per cent every day.

In other words, each group has a output value of forty taels of silver every day.

This data scared Mao Yi. He knew that Bai Minghe turned everyone in Hepu County into his long-term workers. If there were 100 groups, it would be 4,000 taels a day.

What a terrifying number.

Bai Minghe did not do small workshops, but from the beginning, he used assembly line operations.

In the matchroom, in addition to the fixed monthly income of each person, Baiminghe also has a reward policy, that is, each group is subject to a fixed amount of 50,000 packs per day. If the excess is over, a reward of one cent will be added to every 200 packs.

A group of ten people, the daily output of 80,000 packs is a reward of 150 cents.

In Guangdong Province, a carriageman hired by a rich family usually costs one taels and two cents of silver per month, while the most expensive family has three taels of silver per month. As long as workers like Baiminghe work hard, their basic income per month is 800 to 1,200 cents. With the rewards they receive, their income exceeds that of the carriageman.

If it is replaced by rice, it will be three stone rice.

According to modern calculations, the three-stone rice in the Ming Dynasty is about 560 kilograms of rice, which is enough for a family of five to have white rice every day.

"His grandma's." Mao Yi cursed, for nothing else, these inferior workers at Baiminghe Workshop still earn one and a half dollars a month while keeping food and accommodation. This is higher than the income of his subordinates, and it is even more comparable to ordinary soldiers.

"I want bones, I want sulfur, I want numbness, I want oil, I want wax." Bai Minghe patted the prepared list on the table. It was a long circle of paper. Bai Minghe needed too many things, hundreds of kinds. This is not only raw materials, but also many of them are daily necessities.

"The most important thing is that I want people!"

"I want someone?" Mao Yijian didn't come back to his senses.

"Uncle Mao, you Lianzhou Guard dare not say anything else. The veteran who went to Jia can give me at least two or three thousand, and the idle women at home will give me two or three thousand." Bai Minghe did not say anything nonsense. There were 5,600 regular troops of Lianzhou Guard and more than one thousand soldiers. In addition to these, the Daming Guard Office is a military farming system.

The military farm system means that the whole family and young who served in the army are here.

Those who have gone to the A-A are older and have transferred their qualifications to their sons. Some people have more than one son, and there are also some regular soldiers in the garrison. Therefore, in order to allow the younger generation to eat military food, many veterans who have left the A-A are only in their early forties, and there are more young and half-old boys waiting for the opportunity to eat military food.

There are many idle women at home, but I dare not accept the unmarried white crane. This is not the modern era of later generations.

If I can’t explain anything, I dare not bear it.

"As long as you can afford to support, I dare to give you 30,000 veterans! Of course, you must be able to pay enough money." Mao Yijian already believed that Bai Minghe was half. The output of this match in a group of forty taels was at least five taels, and the net profit of Bai Minghe was at the hands of Bai Minghe, and it could also give the Guangdong military five taels.

Mao Yijian spoke, but Bai Minghe did not respond in a hurry.

When Mrs. Mao walked here, after whispering a few words in Mao Yijian's ear, Mao Yijian's face changed and he pulled his wife to the other corner.

Qinghe walked to the side of the Baiming He.

"How was it talking?" Bai Minghe asked.

"I learned from the young master and used calculations to calculate some details. But I thought that the biggest business was not in Guangdong. In the words of the young master, after we monopolized this industry, the goods had to be transported to the two capitals. I calculated that every time a large ship of one thousand materials was transported, it would bring us 10,000 taels of profit. It would be transported six times a year, and it would be almost possible to compete for 60,000 taels from the two capitals. Plus the income from Guangdong, a year of 100,000 taels can be guaranteed."

"It should not be possible to reach this number!"

What is 100,000 taels? According to the algorithms of later generations, it is a profit of 30 million yuan. Bai Minghe absolutely does not believe that such things have such huge profits.

"This is not what I said, it is what Mrs. Mao said. According to the young master, a woman in the army went to work in the yard and could compete for more than 1,000 cents a month. She spent a few cents to buy two, and she was always willing to exchange it for a month. Since she had earned money, the man didn't know that she felt sorry for her woman."

Qinghe's words seem to be reasonable.

Qinghe said again: "What's more, if you have inconvenient mobility and cannot get a job after menstruation, the losses will be even greater."

"It's reasonable!" Bai Minghe nodded.

"If you don't say it's far, just talk about it's close. Ordinary women, near Hepu and Lianzhouwei, need at least tens of thousands of dollars a month, about a few dozen taels, and hundreds of taels will be recorded. If you sell to two capitals, one starts at 30 cents, and the materials used are different, so the benefits will naturally be even more profitable, especially in Nanjing, the flowers and willow alleys, which are more exquisite, and there are also hundreds of cents."

Bai Minghe raised his hand and interrupted Qinghe: "I don't care about this business anymore. You and these ladies should do it. I'll check if you have any plans. This ladies' diplomacy is also a science!"

"Qinghe has this qualification, so it is naturally the lady in charge."

Qinghe grasped the standards well and talked to all wives. Naturally, she was the official wife of Sun Yuanjun, the white-famous crane, and she was qualified only if she had a royal enthronement.

What else can Baiminghe say about the choice of Qinghe?

Thinking of the madman's behavior in later generations, and the enemy of life and death of the wife, Bai Minghe felt that he would definitely become very degenerate. With Qinghe's talent, beauty, and especially his character, Bai Minghe deeply felt that he might not be able to control himself.

Just as Qinghe and Baiminghe were facing each other's eyes and were full of affection, Mao Yijian slapped Baiminghe on the shoulder with a slap. This slap almost wiped out Baiminghe's hand.

"Ha, Bai Minghe, you are really smart. Compared to you, those greedy people, they may not even bite the chicken feathers into their mouths when you eat a chicken. Boy, call me uncle again!" Mao Yi smiled so hard that he was very happy.

After re-dividing the host and the host, Mao Yijian's tone also changed a little: "This famous crane always requires a set of rules for this matter."

"I can lose profit, but the rules must follow my own. Otherwise, this is a day's business and there will be no cooperation in the future. My rules are very strict, from the use of materials to work, to the arrangement and management of workshops. The workers' wages and sales methods, so everything must follow my rules."

Mao Yi's face was sunk, not because he was angry with the white-known crane, but because he believed that the statement of the white-known crane was simply unfeasible.

"My name, you know that uncle and other brothers are all wild ways."

"Do you say they don't abide by the military rules?" Bai Minghe asked back.

Mao Yijian said helplessly: "Just, that dares to say that he does not abide by military rules is enough."
Chapter completed!