Han Lei took a sip of wine, the rich aroma blossoming on her tongue.
She nodded with satisfaction: "I trust you to handle things. Once the weather clears, select an auspicious day to open the tavern."
She walked behind the counter and picked up a booklet: "This contains some of my recorded business strategies. The stock in the warehouse is enough to last the tavern for a few months. Once we build a reputation, we'll hand over the agency for side dishes to Prince Jingzhou."
Tao Qing's eyes lit up: "Miss, that's a brilliant idea! It's just like our Drunken Immortal Brew; we only handle the goods, and leave the sales to Prince Jingzhou."
He rubbed his hands, a red glow appearing on his tanned face, "Everyone says working with Miss is more exhilarating than being in the barracks!"
"You indeed have a quick understanding," Han Lei laughed and shook her head, "Remember to bring out a few more shopkeepers. Once things settle in Canzhou, I plan to open a branch."
