Yang Ruxin deflated immediately upon hearing that. It seemed she had taken it for granted; the ancient world was not without its shrewd businessmen. Since nobody had embarked on this venture, it indicated that the profits to be gained were not commensurate with the risks involved, not enough to tempt anyone.
"However..." Gu Qingheng smiled, "if Xinxin wants to do it, it's not impossible... For land, we could use the Imperial Post Stations... For waterways, we could rely on the grain transport guild..."
"Imperial Post Stations? Grain transport guild?" Yang Ruxin's eyes lit up.
"Right." Gu Qingheng nodded, "Those bandits and pirates are very astute, except for those who are in open rebellion or truly blind, they would not dare to rob the caravans of the Imperial Post Stations, as doing so would be a suicide mission..."
