Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich-Chapter 146 - 145 The Counterfeit Stratagem
Chapter 146 -145 The Counterfeit Stratagem
Meng Zhaojun sent her maid to deliver all her drawn blueprints to the workshop, no matter how urgently the toys were needed, even though they were not made of expensive wood, the other party’s price was quite high.
The maid carried out the Lady’s task, and after bargaining with the boss, she still agreed to a relatively high price for the production of these toys.
Tomorrow is Meng Zhaojun’s third birthday, on the day Mrs. Meng made her clothes, she also made an extra set of Fortune and Prosperity clothes, which were perfect for her birthday, to be worn in their festive, bright red.
“Lady, the toys you ordered have been made, and the person has personally delivered them here.”
“Oh, let him put them down. Have you given him the money?”
“We only gave a deposit earlier, now it’s for the Lady to inspect the goods. If you find them satisfactory, we’ll pay him in full.”
“Open it!”
As Meng Zhaojun looked at the toys being revealed by the maid, each one was almost identical to her drawings. Seeing these toys, a sly smile appeared on her lips.
At that moment, she thought about whether Tang Shunyan, upon seeing these toys tomorrow, would feel his toys were unique?
She couldn’t help but feel happy at the thought of his expression, eagerly awaiting for tomorrow to come.
“Pay the boss in full!”
“Lady, that boss wants to meet you.”
“What does he want to see me for?” Meng Zhao frowned—she, an official’s daughter, still a child, had no desire to meet with such commoners as a shopkeeper.
“The boss said he wants to make the toys from the Lady’s drawings for sale.”
“Oh, he wants to make money off my drawings, he should give me a share of the benefits, right?”
“That boss said, if the Lady gives him the drawings to make toys, then this batch of toys will be free.”
“Does this Lady look like she’s short of money? He thinks since I’m a child I don’t understand, does he? He doesn’t realize who he’s dealing with.”
“So, Lady, do you agree or not? If you don’t agree, we can just send him away.”
“We can do the deal, but he has to give this Lady ten percent of the profits, and the toys have to be free.”
Meng Zhaojun felt her idea was excellent. Not only would these toys be made, but people would also know they’re not one-of-a-kind.
Considering herself still a child without a Golden Finger, this was unacceptable; she had to start making money from a young age.
“Lady, are you seriously considering doing business with him? What if Madam finds out?”
“Mother would agree if she knew. From now on, you will handle these matters. It’s not fitting for me to show my face.”
Meng Zhaojun intended to be a behind-the-scenes figure, confident that her mother would support her. Earning money from a young age was paving her way for the future.
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She absolutely could not become someone who only knew Qin, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting. She aimed to be a rich woman of Nanyue Country.
Having listened to her Lady’s words, the maid had no choice but to go out and take care of business.
An hour later, the maid returned, reporting back to Meng Zhaojun about certain matters and bringing out a piece of contract paper.
“Not bad at all, you have the wit for business. From now on, all of my affairs will be left to you to handle.”
Upon reviewing the contract, Meng Zhaojun saw that it adhered to her previous stipulation: each month, she would receive ten percent of the profits, and she would be responsible for designing new products when the market demanded it.
Meng Zhaojun was not just about making money, but more so about spite. Weren’t the Tang Family people cooperating with the Ye family, and didn’t they build a factory together?
Then she would also use this boss, let the boss gradually expand his business, and build such a factory to become the second boss behind the scenes, specializing in imitation and following trends. After all, once sold, there are no trademarks or such in this era, so even imitation is not illegal.
No investigation would trace back to her, the official’s daughter.
“Thank you, Lady.” The maid could sense that this Lady was no ordinary person; so young yet so knowledgeable. Following the Lady would ensure good eats, and there was bound to be an even better future.
With the backing of her status as an official’s daughter, who would dare to bully her?
The next day was the third birthday of Meng Jia, the Mengs’ precious daughter, and all those who had received invitations came to visit.
Those who had not received invitations still tried every possible way to send their congratulatory gifts.
After all, for the daughter’s third birthday of the county official’s family, gifting something might lead to connections with the officials, which would make future affairs much easier.
Many people harbored such thoughts, making the County Magistrate’s backyard quite lively that day.
County Magistrate Meng, in order to celebrate his daughter’s birthday, had booked more than a dozen tables at a restaurant.
Looking at the number of attendees, it was more than just a dozen tables, wasn’t it?
Even twenty or thirty tables would not be enough to seat everyone!
But as a man, and with such a position, it was inappropriate for him to ask people not to stay for the meal.
For those who were close or of more importance, he would ask them to stay for the meal, but for those who came without an invitation, he could only accept their gifts without inviting them to stay.
Mrs. Meng was even more troubled; her daughter’s small birthday celebration consisted of just a dozen tables or so, and for the sake of her husband, she dared not make a big fuss. She couldn’t let people grasp the handle of her accepting gifts.
In her years here, she had always been conscientious and diligent, and she couldn’t afford any mistake because, in the assessment after three years, being branded a corrupt official would mean not only no promotion but also a potential demotion or even prison time.
For the sake of her husband’s future, it was her duty as Madam to be the gatekeeper for her husband.
Among those who came bearing gifts, she dared not accept the expensive ones. For those who came without invitations to offer gifts, if the gifts were valuable, she would not accept them; if they were ordinary, she would reciprocate the gesture.
Many of the gift givers were shrewd; those who were asked by the host to stay for the meal could prepare to dine, as everyone knew that the County Magistrate’s modest backyard was not large enough for a banquet, and the actual dining place would be at a nearby restaurant.
Those who did not get to stay for a meal from the hosts, who also did not receive an invitation, were already very happy to have sent the gifts.
At least they had shown their face in front of the county official, which was the main purpose of the gift-giving. Those who were not kept to eat by the hosts could inquire and learn that they were not in the place designated for dining.
Those who did not get to stay for the meal left without taking offense.
Madam Tang’s carriage arrived in the County Magistrate’s backyard, and the courtyard gate opened to accommodate. As the crowd milled about, they saw another carriage approaching and stopped to watch, wondering who had come to present a gift.
Upon Madam Tang’s arrival, those who saw her understood that the First Rich Wife was present, having heard of the recent intimate interactions between Meng Jia and the Tang Family.
Many speculated it to be an official-business collaboration, observing the close relationship between the two families, making it necessary for people to clear the way for the Tang Family.
After Madam Tang got off the carriage, a maid also lifted a young boy down from the carriage.
This time, Madam Tang came to attend the County Magistrate’s daughter’s birthday celebration, specified in the invitation that she should bring Tang Shunyan, the eldest grandson and direct heir of the Tang Family.
The other members of the Tang Family, not wishing to cause any trouble, did not attend the feast.
Mrs. Tang was dressed to the nines today, wearing her most prestigious peony-embroidered skirt, holding her grandson’s hand, with a maid following behind them.
