Zhu Wencong and the ladies got on the carriage and headed home, finally ending a busy day.
The girl was also taken along; one can't afford to leave behind a bad reputation—it's just one more pair of chopsticks.
Su Yanqiao looked at Zhu Wencong attentively, as if she had no way to stop him; each girl he arranged had a different value.
"Why has the bank business been so busy lately?" Zhu Wencong asked Luo Xueqing.
"Don't you know how great your prestige is? From the moment you arrived in Saint Petersburg, foreign merchants were determined to invest.
Then you secured a 50-year monopoly right, assuring everyone's interests and establishing market confidence.
We not only have the poor people's market, but also the market for the middle and upper classes; in short, business has been growing."
"However, we are far from having enough staff, and very few are willing to relocate from Tsarist Russia—it's all new employees," Luo Xueqing explained in detail.
