Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 43: Persuasion

Su Ming knew the time had come.

He raised his head, looking at his terrified family, looking at his father who was plunged into immense anxiety.

"Father, you are right."

His calm voice sounded exceptionally clear in the oppressive room.

"This formula is a hot potato. If our family keeps it to ourselves, disaster will inevitably be drawn to us sooner or later. So..."

He paused, meeting his father's gaze, and spoke the words he had long calculated in his heart.

"So, we cannot keep it to ourselves."

Su Shan was stunned. "Not keep it? Then what do you intend to do? Give it away?"

"Not give it away." Su Ming shook his head. "Father, think, in this village, whose word carries the most weight? Who least wants the village to fall into chaos?"

Su Shan answered almost without thinking. "The Village Chief."The Village Chief, the head of the village. Though his official rank wasn't high, within this small patch of land, he was the sky. Village taxes, corvée labor, disputes—all were decided by him. More importantly, only if the village remained stable would his position be secure.

"Right, the Village Chief." Su Ming's eyes sparkled under the oil lamp. "Father, we will present this formula to the village!"

"What?!"

This time, not only Su Yang, but even the previously silent Su Feng cried out in shock.

"Xiao Ming, are you crazy? Our family's hard-earned treasure, given freely to the village?" Su Yang couldn't comprehend it.

"Not for free!" Su Ming emphasized his tone. "This is called 'technology shares'!"

This term was taught to him by Lin Yu, and he had learned it perfectly.

he switched to a more common

Brother, think about it. The formula is our family's. How to make it, only we know. We take out the formula, saying it's so the whole village can live a better life. Who wouldn't give us a thumbs-up for

over for him to lead. Let him take charge, organize

general manager. He has connections, prestige. If any local ruffians from the town come looking for trouble, he'll

them chop bamboo, make paper pulp, and receive solid copper coins

pushing open a window

shock and doubt in Su Shan's eyes gradually gave way to deep contemplation. He released his tightly gripped tobacco

ask. "Our family provides the

sit back and share the profits." Su

"Share profits?"

formula, as the only ones who understand the technique, don't need to

Thirty wen!

Thirty percent!

everyone in

getting something

Mrs. Chen asked worriedly. "Will the Village Chief and the villagers agree? We do nothing and take thirty

without our family's formula, bamboo is just bamboo, plant ash is just garbage, not worth a single wen. It's us who turned these worthless things

The remaining fifty percent

wildly in Su

Disciple, with your eloquence, it's a waste of talent not to go into multi-level marketing! Transferring risk to authority, distributing benefits to the masses, keeping the core technology firmly

watched

breathing

by yellow earth and sweat for a lifetime, was now operating at an unprecedented

could almost see the

under the Village

and laborers all had work, happily receiving wages every day. When they saw his family, they would bow and scrape, calling them

son Su Ming to occasionally "guide" the technique, and gleaming copper coins would flow

this enormous secret was no longer shouldered by

village would