In the end, after all the discussions, everyone still trusted Lin Wanwan the most, believing that such a significant matter should be handled by her.
"Alright, I'll go to the town and see what the situation is first."
After the crowd dispersed, Lin Wanwan sat alone in the main hall, pondering how to avoid the label of "commerce." Maybe it would be best to just sell steamed cakes directly; farmers selling food during their leisure time certainly wouldn't count as merchants.
For Lin Wanwan, making money was too easy, whether it be soap, glass, cement, or sugar—she could handle it all. But these things had too high a profit, and money could stir people's hearts, attracting starving wolves. Right now, the Hou Tao Lin clan didn't have the capacity to protect immense wealth.
