Xie Xinghan said, "Of course. The fleet generally doesn't sail back empty."
"Then what do you carry back?"
"That depends on the difference in market prices between Jiankang and Jingzhou. At this time of year..." Xie Xinghan suddenly stopped and asked suspiciously, "Why are you asking?"
Wang Yang's eyes gleamed. "I have a business proposition for you, Lady Xie. Please take a look..."
He opened his paper fan. "This is called a folding fan. I had someone make it to order, and it's the only one in the world. When you aren't using it, you can fold it up, like this... You can also twirl it in your hand..." Wang Yang copied what he had seen in television dramas and spun the fan twice. His hand slipped, and the fan nearly fell to the ground. He hurriedly used both hands and barely managed to catch it.
Xie Xinghan and Chen Qing Shan both wore expressions that said, "We'll just quietly watch your performance."
Wang Yang coughed.
"In short, it makes you look dashing and elegant-far better than silk fans, round fans, or anything like that! This fan costs twenty coins to make and sells for a hundred. I'm planning to ship ten thousand folding fans to the Capital to sell. All you need to handle is shipping them there and selling them in the Capital. Whatever they sell for, I'll give you half. Have your esteemed father use one, then give a few to all your uncles. Before long, those ten thousand folding fans will be sold out! Once they bring in a million coins, you'll pocket five hundred thousand!"
The more Wang Yang spoke, the more excited he became!
Xie Xinghan gave Wang Yang a disdainful glance and held out her smooth, fair little hand, palm up, like a