On the wall of Meirui Building hangs a bamboo plaque, with the red paper on it appearing particularly festive.
But Huang Que couldn't be happy. He calculated in his mind: at the rate of taking one for every thousand, even if one sells salt permits worth a million taels of silver, Chen Ji could only extract a thousand taels of silver.
Such a low commission is indeed enough to outshine all the brokers reselling salt permits. From now on, everyone would buy and sell salt permits at Meihua Ferry Crossing, no need to go elsewhere.
But the annual salt permit trade in the Ning Dynasty at most involves several million taels of silver, which means Chen Ji's Meihua Ferry Crossing could only earn a few thousand taels of silver each year?
Such a bit of income, it's not even as much as a small salt merchant like himself, what's the point!?
