Wang Shaoyu waved his hand, "You go ahead and get busy!"
"Sure thing!"
Having tidied up, the shop assistant left the room, closed the door, and quickened his pace as he walked away.
Everyone was thinking of performing well, waiting for the owner to hand out bonus money.
Xie Zhinuan had been calculating accounts for several months.
Indeed, with several shops under her belt, she had not expected to earn so much. Drunken Snow Brew was fine—at first, it sold quite well, and even now it was sellable, but a jin was already the limit. Some people even only wanted two or three taels, after all, it was expensive, and not many could afford it all year round.
And with this product, selling one jar meant one less jar in stock; Xie Zhinuan also hoped to sell less of it and wouldn't mind selling more of the other drinks.
But she had not expected that, aside from liquor, the silver that had come into her hands in the past few months amounted to seventy thousand taels.
