Qin Yuan smiled and said, "Manager Leng of Ranxiang Inn is an expert, shrewd and capable, and also skilled in aroma matching. He said Ranxiang Inn's pepper stock isn't much, and we need to ask others to find out if there's any available."
With just a few words, Nanny Rong's face immediately brightened, and the smile in her eyes grew more intense.
Gu Jinghui glanced at her, remaining silent.
Old Madam Gu asked, "Yuan'er, how much are you planning to stock up on?"
Qin Yuan reported a number, "Ten hu."
"That much?" Old Madam Gu was taken aback.
Gu Jinghui, although silent, also had a worried expression on his face.
One hu is five dou, one hundred and twenty jin, at a market price of fifty taels of silver per jin, ten hu would require a colossal sixty thousand taels of silver.
That's quite extravagant.
No wonder Manager Leng said we need to look around.
Nanny Rong quickly said, "Madam, did Manager Leng say if this business was worth doing?"
