Su Qingyue glanced at her, "You really have a good eye, I can indeed save the Tao family's wine business."
"Really?" Tao Meijiao's face brightened up.
"Yes. However, it will take some time," Su Qingyue said, "and, friendship aside, I won't lose out on the profit that I deserve."
"Of course." Tao Meijiao asked anxiously, "How long is it going to take for you?"
"One month." Her voice was indifferent. Now the ferns were already out of season, and after one month, when she couldn't find a single fern on the mountain, her dried ferns would be in high demand before next year's growth on the mountain.
And there are more than one or two dishes that can be made from dried ferns.
"Alright." Su Qingyue nodded. The dried ferns were as good as sold.
"I'll wait for you!" Tao Meijiao's voice was full of anticipation. She thought Su Qingyue was an extraordinary woman who could save their wine business if she simply said so.
Su Qingyue looked at the sky, "It's noon, I should go."
