Wei Chengchao's shop has been such a grand success, who knows how much silver it will earn; it might even be richer than his private treasury.
He pondered how he could get involved in Wei Chengchao's business and take a share of the profit.
Mr. Wei stared at the shop's crowded entrance, forgetting to stroke his beard.
"Chengchao, these clothes..."
"Don't worry, Father." Wei Chengchao lowered his voice. "Every garment secretly holds triple the profit. Let them fight for it! It's called hunger marketing."
Hunger marketing?
Mr. Wei was unaware that his son had learned this term from Da Jiu, but it sounded reasonable, so he nodded silently.
The father and son were chatting when suddenly Emperor Jing waved them over. Wei Chengchao hurried over, only to hear Emperor Jing speak with a half-smile.
"Wei, your business skills outshine those learned scholars in the Ministry of Revenue. Wei, I think your business..."
