"Oh? What stakes did you have in mind, Miss Liu?" Lin Ziwei asked without a change in expression.
"Our shops on East Market Street stand directly opposite each other. Why not wager those two shops? Whoever loses will hand her shop over to the other," Liu Fang said unhurriedly.
So that was what she was after.
Lin Ziwei sneered faintly to herself.
Although East Market Street was in the Outer City, it was one of its busiest, most down-to-earth commercial lanes. The Four Seas Trading House and the Hongshun Trading House each had a branch there, and competition was fierce. Both wanted to squeeze the other out, and Liu Fang in particular had been nursing that ambition for a long time.
"Very well. I agree," Lin Ziwei said calmly.
Liu Fang narrowed her phoenix eyes. She had expected Lin Ziwei to make an excuse and refuse, yet she had agreed so readily? Naturally, Liu Fang understood the Great Yan Tiger Ranking, which could be considered fair and transparent. She also knew the difference between 290th and 247th place-a gap of more than forty ranks.
Even if Zhao Feng's true ability exceeded 290th place, he could rise another dozen or so ranks at most, twenty at the absolute limit. There was no way he could defeat Gao Yu, who ranked 247th.
As a shrewd merchant's daughter, Liu Fang had naturally calculated the comparison down to the last detail. Given what she knew of Lin Ziwei, the other woman had to be putting on a show, simply refusing to admit defeat aloud.
"Sister Lin, let's draw up a written agreement now and ask the Brokerage House to act as intermediary," Liu Fang said.
"Very well. I'll leave the arrangements to you, Miss Liu." Lin Ziwei's expression remained calm.
An amused look crossed