Lin Wan sat cross-legged on a plush modern armchair she had brought out from the space, her fingers smoothly turning the pages of her inventory ledger.
She wore a simple, dark short-sleeved top and comfortable loose trousers, her face completely calm and entirely unaffected by the massive commotion outside her walls.
Beside her feet, a large, beautiful wooden box was filled with thousands of high-grade, pulsing beast-world crystals, the profits from the previous three days of trading.
"Let them shout, Long Zhan," Lin Wan said smoothly, her voice carrying a level, cool authority that easily cut through the external noise. "The more anxious they become, the higher the perceived value of our goods. Lanying, how many jars of the white sugar do we have left in the primary spatial storage?"
Lanying stepped out from the rear storage alcove, her long silver hair perfectly pinned back with a simple wooden clip.
