Cheng Nuo went straight to the Falling Goose Pavilion.
Uncle Shan had mentioned yesterday that opening a dyehouse would require significant financial and material resources. She did not have the capital, but she knew someone who did.
Thanks to the Globe Amaranth, the cash flow at Falling Goose Pavilion had been impressive lately. Guan Changhong was hunched over the counter, clicking his abacus with excitement, his heart growing merrier with every calculation. He had never imagined that a low-margin, high-volume strategy could generate so much silver for his shop. Even customers from neighboring towns were making the arduous journey just to buy rouge, not to mention the traveling merchants placing bulk orders, hoping to strike it rich back home.
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