Tan You did some quick mental math. "Proprietor Xue, how much soap will you need each month?"
Xue Guanglin's demand was audacious. "I'll need at least ten thousand bars every month."
Tan You smiled. "Does Proprietor Xue have his own trade caravan? The prefectural city alone can't handle this volume."
A peculiar look entered Xue Guanglin's eyes. "Yes, the Xue family has its own caravan. We can certainly sell the goods far and wide."
Tan You tapped her finger on the table. "Proprietor Xue, ten thousand bars is too many. I can't supply that much."
Xue Guanglin raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is it a matter of raw materials...?"
Tan You just gave a light, silent smile. Xue Guanglin fell silent, looking abashed. 'Prying into someone's secret formula is bad form.' He didn't press the matter, instead turning to Tan You. "I was wondering, Lady Wang, how many finished products do you have on hand?"
