"A pleasant cooperation, Mrs. Xiao." Merchant Yang muttered, his eyes glinting at the paper in his hand.
He didn't forget to add, "If you don't share the recipe with any other parties, I can add a few more silver taels."
"I will think about it, Mr. Yang." Zhou Anran nodded and revealed nothing on her face.
Merchant Yang sighed with pity. If only he could monopolize this business, a few taels of silver is nothing. Perhaps… he could bring this recipe to the Capital too.
He had wanted to spread his business there, where all the high-ranking people of this dynasty lived. Moreover, most of these people also didn't lack money.
On the way out, Merchant Yang suddenly thought of something. Before Zhou Anran stepped out of the door, he told her, "Although I don't know about Mr. Han's identity myself, I will offer my advice to be careful around him, Mrs. Xiao."
He paused briefly. "He might be related to a noble from the Capital… or he might be a noble himself."
