They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

There was a handsome man on the left and a beautiful woman on the right, but this time they were both on guard, rambling on and on without getting to the point. It seemed like he was a rather difficult person to deal with.

"Why isn't he as cheerful as he was before? I'm thinking to myself, am I being difficult?"

The crowd exclaimed, "Does someone possess the ability to read minds?"

Summer, autumn, winter, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums all smiled awkwardly. It was Chun'er who spoke up from the side: "Please don't tease us anymore, sir. Ask whatever you want. We sisters and brothers will answer all your questions."

Fang Yuerong grabbed the silver from the table and scattered it among them: "I dare not hear the news that it's free."

These people had never felt that the large ingot of silver they had thrown out was so hot to handle; they smiled and put the silver into their pockets.

Fang Yuerong sat cross-legged, her eyes still smiling, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

"What I really want to ask isn't anything confidential, I just want to ask the merchants who come and go what kind of goods they usually transport, what goods are the most durable, what goods are the most profitable, and what goods are the rarest?"

Is this some kind of secret? The fact that he made it so serious made everyone else breathe a sigh of relief. They thought he was trying to find out some military intelligence, but it's just a business deal. Well, they do know a thing or two about it.

"Generally speaking, a lot of furs are exported from the northern desert to our side, but because the two countries do not trade, they are usually sold privately, and there is no tax standard."

"Secondly, there are their local herbs and some specialty gemstones."

"This area mainly sells gold, silver, and bronze items, and the rest are miscellaneous fabrics and daily necessities."

When Yue'er heard that they had gotten to the point, she even took out a small notebook and carefully took notes. I'm a cultured person, yet I know about tax standards. It turns out that their Silan Pavilion also has to pay taxes to the government.

Fang Yuerong patted the carpets she had made; they were all made of pure cashmere. Such fine goods were hard to find even in the capital. If she wanted goods from other countries to be transported into the city, it seemed that trade routes really needed to be opened.

But setting tariffs will be another troublesome matter. If the tariffs are set too high, the export costs will not be recovered. If the tariffs are set too low, what if they smuggle weapons from the entire arsenal at the border? It's a real headache.

Moreover, Wu Ziyan didn't explain to her clearly in the letter, nor did he say whether the person above had entrusted her with full responsibility and that she had the authority to open the trade route, or whether he was just there to observe secretly and let the person above decide whether to open it or not.

Without further thought, he noticed that the musicians in front of him had stopped playing. [Forget it, I'll wait until I see Wu Ziyan.] "Ladies and gentlemen, let's continue playing music and dancing."

Those people were naturally happy to see that he had received so much silver after asking so few questions. Moreover, since this young master had not done anything outrageous, they happily had one in his arms on the left and one in his arms on the right, with another lying on his lap.

He returned to the scene from the beginning, surrounded by women on both sides, being fed and cared for – truly a great blessing in life. As he spoke, he told them some interesting stories about the capital, making the beautiful girls laugh heartily.

On the other side, Wu Ziyan received the large water vat sealed with mud. The water deliveryman said it was sent by a young master whose carriage had the character "房" (fang, meaning house) written on it.

She knew that Fang Yuerong had already arrived, and that she hadn't come to see her first, but had gone straight into Silan Pavilion.

To be honest, she didn't have strong feelings for Fang Yuerong. It would be difficult to win him over with romance. It would be better if she could achieve something great in business to earn his respect and increase his favorability.

"Hey! Don't go yet, let me go with you. The water delivery guy is my friend."

The waiter hesitated, but then thought that the wealthy young master couldn't possibly be a relative of this short girl, so he gave her a ride home.

Upon arriving at Silan Pavilion, it was indeed the largest entertainment venue in the area. While other places were still busy cleaning up, Silan Pavilion had already been restored to its former glory, with singing and dancing in full swing.

She went straight to the shopkeeper and asked, "Where is Fang Yuerong?"

How could the shopkeeper know that the distinguished person was named Fang Yuerong? When registering, only the character "Fang" was recorded. Wu Ziyan described him as: "That young master who looks particularly wealthy."

He looked very wealthy, and the shopkeeper remembered him, but then immediately remembered that he couldn't reveal the guest's privacy, so he was in a dilemma.

"Don't worry, he and I are just friends, it's not like family members are catching each other in adultery," Wu Ziyan explained, noticing the shopkeeper's predicament.

After hesitating for a moment, she remembered that their boss was watching the man next to the woman, so she told her where Fang Yuerong was.

Because the music was too loud, no one heard Wu Ziyan knocking on the door. Finally, seeing that no one answered, Wu Ziyan violently tried to kick the door open, and it creaked open.

The musician, who needed to use the restroom, asked in confusion, "Sir, who are you looking for?"

"Looking for the important person inside." Wu Ziyan smiled and walked past him into the room.

Upon entering, one could see Fang Yuerong's back, happily embracing two women, talking, eating, and laughing. Yue'er, standing beside him, frowned. He seemed to notice that someone was looking this way, and when he looked up, he met Wu Ziyan's gaze.

They naturally recognized each other because of their business dealings. Yu'er opened her mouth, and Wu Ziyan put her finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture. Yue'er quickly pursed her lips into a thin line, silently praying for good fortune for their young master.

The musicians sitting opposite Fang Yuerong paused slightly when they saw someone come in. Wu Ziyan waved for them to continue and sat down naturally. Fang Yuerong thought that a new person had been added, but when she turned around, she saw Wu Ziyan's small face.

Wu Ziyan also smiled slyly, revealing eight teeth, and stuffed a candied fruit into Fang Yuerong's mouth: "My esteemed guest, I am Yan'er. Please make way for me, I also want to get some benefits."

As she spoke, she stuck out her butt and pushed Mei'er aside, then slapped Fang Yuerong's shoulder with her hand, standing on one leg and crossing the other, her posture very relaxed.

Everyone was looking at him like some kind of rascal, but there was no such person in their Silan Pavilion. Wu Ziyan used his elbow to pull Fang Yuerong towards him: "My lord, is this candied fruit sweet?"

"It's so sweet, it's sweet to the core! Let go quickly, sister. Since you're already here, why not listen to some music and have some tea first?"

Wu Ziyan released his grip, and those people, seeing how indulgent Fang Yuerong was towards Wu Ziyan, knew that this woman's identity was extraordinary, but that their relationship was definitely not that kind of.

Xia Qiudong and the other two exchanged a glance, knowing that they should try to get closer to this important person.

They all flocked in at once, including Xia'er, Qiu'er, and Dong'er. Wu Ziyan didn't have time to be surrounded by women right now; they were waiting for him to come to work. He said he would just slack off as soon as he arrived.