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.

his family's bewildered expressions, he switched to a more common way

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

him to lead. Let him

any local ruffians from the town come

hard-earned coppers. We give them a path, let them chop bamboo, make paper pulp, and receive

pushing open a window in a dark

gave way to deep contemplation. He released his tightly gripped tobacco pipe,

but ask. "Our family provides the formula, the technique. What

back and share the profits." Su

"Share profits?"

the technique, don't need to do

Thirty wen!

Thirty percent!

made everyone in

was practically... getting something for

will this work?" Mrs. Chen asked worriedly. "Will the Village Chief and

"Mother, think, 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 into paper that can be sold! We provided the pot that allows the whole

continued. "The Village Chief shoulders the risk, manages everything inside and out. He takes twenty percent. That's his rightful management fee. The remaining fifty percent is distributed among all the villagers who contribute labor. This distribution, no one can find fault with it! Who

was applauding wildly in Su

brilliant! 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 in your own hands! You've truly grasped the essence of my 'Way of Survival'! Your master

watched his father

breathing

imprisoned by yellow earth and sweat for a

almost

built under the Village Chief's

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

only needed his son Su Ming to occasionally "guide"

enormous secret was no longer

village would