"He really fell asleep!"
A trading house manager stared at Jiang Xiaobai, whose eyes were closed, his face full of agitation.
"Exactly! With scented balm like this right in front of us, the itch is unbearable!"
"Scented balm? Heh, I don't think we should call this stuff scented balm anymore."
Another manager beside him looked at the remaining bottles on the table and said, "Look, what's inside is liquid. Why don't we call it... perfume?"
"Perfume?"
Everyone mulled the name over briefly, then nodded.
"That makes sense. Since it's liquid and gives off a fragrance, perfume really is a more fitting name!"
Inside the hall, the managers of the Eight Great Trading Houses discussed it animatedly, while the merchants whispered among themselves nearby.
Some stared at the bottles on the table; others stared at Jiang Xiaobai.
Without exception, though, every face burned with eagerness.
After all, whether they were high-ranking officials, nobles, or the ladies of their households, they never skimped on scented balm.
Once word of this perfume spread, people would scramble to buy it even if its price was several times higher.
Whoever secured the goods first would claim a hefty slice of business before anyone else.
And the first to seize that opportunity was undoubtedly the Fang Family.
Jiang Xiaobai had already given them his word, after all. But however large the Fang Family was, it could not swallow an enterprise this vast on its own.
That meant the other merchant guilds still had a chance!
The middle-aged woman who controlled the First Bank was also watching Jiang Xiaobai, deep in thought.
Previously, she had only heard about the things Jiang Xiaobai had done recently. Seeing him in person was another matter entirely.
The lad looked as though he was fooling around, yet everything seemed to be