"Once could be chalked up to luck, but twice probably means it's not just luck anymore," Bai Ruozhu had always believed that luck was integral to success. Upon inquiry, she found out that Fang Guizhi was quite the smooth talker. She didn't boast to the customers, instead, she pinpointed their demands, showcasing the products' advantages impressively.
Bai Ruozhu once again split two taels of silver with Fang Guizhi, who chuckled so hard her mouth nearly split ear to ear. She handed the silver to Bai Ruozhu for safekeeping. Bai Ruozhu took out a small wooden box in front of her, stashed the silver in, and hid it under the bed in a hidden compartment.
"You can trust me with this. It'll be your dowry later." Laughing, Bai Ruozhu slapped the hidden compartment gently.
