Ink dripped onto the rice paper, spreading into a black stain. He took a deep breath and finally began to write:
"To Miss Lin: It has been a long time since I last inquired about you, as I have been very busy. I am pleased to hear that Yunxiang Pavilion is thriving. If there is anything I can do to assist you, please do so without hesitation."
After finishing writing, he stared at the letter and added, "I have extensive connections in the prefectural city; perhaps they can be of help."
He then sealed the letter and summoned his trusted aide: "Make sure you personally deliver it to Lin Yun."
He believed that with Lin Yun's abilities, she wouldn't be content to stay in Shangyang County.
Lin Yun was sketching at the pavilion by the artificial hill when she received the letter. She unfolded the letter, glanced at it, and raised an eyebrow: "Xie Yu?"
Xiao Tao leaned closer: "Miss, Young Master Xie hasn't shown up for quite a while."
Lin Yun folded the letter and set it aside.
She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that Xie Yu was deliberately avoiding her. But why?
They used to come to my door every day to deliver gifts, but then they just disappeared without a trace. It's really baffling.
As for opening a shop in the prefectural city, Manager Chen's concerns were not without merit—the power in the prefectural city was deeply entrenched, and money alone would not be enough.
Xie Yu is a royal merchant; he should know far more than she does.
"It could be an opportunity," she murmured.
So he picked up his pen and wrote back, his handwriting crisp and decisive:
"Thank you for your kind consideration, Young Master Xie. Yunxiang Pavilion is indeed interested in expanding into the prefectural city."
If you, sir, are willing to introduce me to local merchants and smooth things over, I will receive 20% of the profits. I await your reply.
Twenty percent is not too little. Lin Yun decided that it would be twenty percent of half the profit, and she would take the remaining thirty percent.
It's fair enough. She doesn't want to touch the half that's given to the Fourth Master. She doesn't know why, but there's been no response after sending out the 30,000 taels of silver. She's unsure whether she sent too little or something else.
She blew on the ink to dry it and handed the letter to Wang Defa: "Deliver this to the Xie residence and give it to him personally."
Before Wang Defa had gone far, Manager Chen rushed over: "Miss, all the flower shops we've been buying from have closed down."
"What?" Lin Yun's heart skipped a beat, and she clenched her fists.
What was bound to happen has finally happened.
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