"Then for sure we can earn a lot of rent again, and selling it could make money too..."
"It's not worth it," Su Qingyue said indifferently. "This time, I plan to open my own shop."
"Is it cake, wine or a restaurant?"
"No. I plan to open a brothel, and sell the rouge and face powder that I've specially developed alongside it."
Yinzhu's eyes widened, "Young Lady, you want to open a brothel!"
"Are you that surprised?" A playful smile flickered across Su Qingyue's lips.
"Decent families don't open brothels, and besides..." Yinzhu hesitated, "Have you... ever run a brothel before?"
"Haven't eaten pork, but haven't you seen pigs run?" She had visited many brothels in the capital these past two nights. They were all vulgarly decorated with traditional singing and dancing. She could create something unique, ensuring a crowd of customers.
"This servant doesn't understand?" Yinzhu felt her Mistress's words were profound.
