The men blinked. Merchant Gulo forced a smile.
"Miss Luan, adjustments must follow market conditions. Surely a review would be wise before—"
"No."
The second merchant frowned. "Miss Luan, if we follow the plan exactly as written, we might suffer losses for the first few weeks."
"You will not suffer losses," Qing Luan replied calmly. She pointed to the ledger. "You will gain twenty percent."
The merchants looked at each other, confused.
Qing Luan slid the ledger across the table.
The rows were neat, the calculations flawless, and the projections were beyond their own crude estimations. She explained the flow of goods, the shift of supply, the hidden market demand in the next district that the Birch Leaf clan used to monopolize, and how redistributing manpower for a month would reap long term benefits.
Her voice was sharp and firm.
