Chapter 1855: Chapter 1857: I Have the Thief’s Intent But Not the Thief’s Guts
Yang Chuxia said to Ye Zi’an, "I told you, this pricing is wrong. The clientele for fur is the nobility, and you can’t sell cheap to them, or no one will buy. These people care about face; if they buy something cheap, they’ll feel embarrassed."
"Just look at how much wool is sold, and you’ll see. Not many nobles come, otherwise the bestsellers would be fox and deer pelts. Wool is long and warm in winter, but it’s not as prestigious as fox fur. Regular wealthy families care more about warmth and comfort, not about prestige."
After a pause, Yang Chuxia continued, "This is fine too; selling less won’t mean too much of a loss. People should match their status with their position. A businessman needs the cunning and shrewdness of a merchant. A General needs the righteous integrity and strict discipline of a soldier."
"Mom, how long does brother have to kneel?" Yangyang was more concerned about this. He had never been punished to kneel before, but every time he saw the Emperor, he had to kneel. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling, and now his brother had to kneel for such a long time; wouldn’t his legs hurt?
"Two hours, go tell your brother to get up!"
Yang Chuxia thought, if it were longer, would two hours be enough?
"That long?" Yangyang hugged Yang Chuxia. "Mom, can’t it be shorter? Brother’s skinny legs will bruise. How about one hour? Besides, it’s dinner time, and kneeling on an empty stomach is so miserable. Didn’t you say kids shouldn’t go hungry? They’ll not grow tall if they do."
"Stop babbling. Go stand over there." Yang Chuxia glanced at him, warning, "Let me tell you, your brother’s behavior of privately mortgaging family belongings is unacceptable, don’t you dare imitate it, understand?"
"I won’t, I won’t," Yangyang grumbled. "Even if I’m that bold in thought, I’m not in action."
"Heh..." Yang Chuxia laughed. Could it be true that he has no guts for mischief? Must be joking.
Soon, after two hours, Yangyang pushed open the ancestral hall door, where a scent of incense wafted out.
Upon hearing the door creak, Lele turned to see him and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Of course, to call you to get up." Yangyang respectfully went up to the ancestral shrine and kowtowed. "Grandfather, Grandmother, Little Yangyang is here to pay respects. Please bless our Ye Family to flourish forever."
Hearing his cheeky voice, Lele sneered slightly.
"Did mom send you?"
"Of course, I wouldn’t dare come without mom’s orders." Yangyang turned and tugged on him, "Get up, get up!"
Lele had never knelt for this long before, and suddenly his legs went weak, luckily Yangyang was there to help him up.
"Are you okay?" Yangyang stepped forward, squatted down, and rolled up his pant legs, "Oh, it’s red, it’ll definitely bruise by tomorrow."
"It’s fine, it’ll be better in a few days." Lele bent down, pulling him up, "Let’s go, brother."
"Brother, you’ve already made money, why did mom still punish you?" Yangyang couldn’t understand.
Lele held his hand and said, "That’s because I mortgaged the estate, right? I’m the brother and your role model; mom is afraid I’ll lead you astray, having you all learn from me. Doing business isn’t that simple, no one can guarantee success in every deal. My last two successes were also due to luck. What if you all follow my lead, start doing business like me, and mortgage family stuff without money? What if you fail? Wouldn’t mom’s hard-earned family fortune be squandered sooner or later by us kids?"