Shen Qinglan raised an eyebrow, "Young Master Le, shall we discuss business now?"
"Of course." Le Xuan smiled and sat down across from her, "Miss Shen, are you still interested in the same types of tea from the old teahouse?"
Shen Qinglan nodded, "Correct."
"Last time, you took over the teahouse, and I gifted you all the famous teas from it. I heard you made quite a profit from them," Le Xuan chuckled. "But this time, it's strictly business; I won't offer you such favors again."
Shen Qinglan said calmly, "Feel free to state the price, Young Master. As long as it's reasonable, I'll continue our collaboration."
"These types of tea, whether in the Capital or in Nanfeng Country, sell for at least a hundred silver taels per liang. Since you're a friend of A Zhao, I'll offer it to you for fifty taels per liang."
Fifty taels?
A liang of tea can be brewed many times, and a pot at Tianming Pavilion costs around twenty to thirty taels. Calculating this way, I do indeed earn a lot.
