"Then I'll just say it. I've asked around—Murong Fu has a fortune that could rival a nation. I hear that Hundred Flowers Soap comes from his own hands, and you remember those sheer black stockings? He's the one who made those, too!"
"What? Sheer black stockings are his doing?!" Pockmark's eyes lit up with excitement, and the other men wore the exact same expression. Clearly, for this group, sheer black stockings were of far greater interest than Hundred Flowers Soap.
"I mean, the Kingdom of Dali used to send us tributes year after year, but now that they're fighting a civil war among themselves, forget tributes—we haven't gotten a single hair from them in years!"
Chapter 49