“Husband and Wife Together Repay the Home? It sounds good. Alright, I’ll trust you this time. From now on, this Red Complexion Pavilion is half yours.” Since she came up with such a brilliant plan, she should be hired at a high price, as she was her best friend!
“Wait, we still have one unresolved problem!” Lan Ling’er suddenly recalled something, frowning as she sat deep in thought.
“What other problem could there be?” Wasn’t everything perfectly resolved? Could Ling’er be too pessimistic or a perfectionist?
“A good game needs a good spokesperson. If no one knows about it, even if the game is fun, it’s worthless. We need to find someone with influence!” Although there were no celebrities in ancient times, inviting notable figures to endorse the game would certainly enhance its prestige.
“Spokesperson? What’s that?” He often found himself confused by her, sometimes questioning her origins.
“Um, I mean we need to find a heavyweight figure for our first batch of couples!” She quickly tried to cover up, feeling the cold glare from Yan’er.
“Heavyweight figure? Do you mean those two men outside? They’re quite heavy, but they’re not married. Should we help them find partners?” Ling’er’s brow had relaxed, but Yan’er’s furrowed again. She had never been a matchmaker; this task was difficult for her.
“No, by heavyweight figure, I don’t mean physical weight, but their social status. They must have some reputation.” Communicating with them really was a language barrier. It was exhausting to explain, exhausting to lie.
“But where would we find this heavyweight figure you’re talking about?” Although Hundred Flowers Manor had some reputation in the martial world, she rarely went out. Even after opening this Red Complexion Pavilion, she had only appeared once or twice.
“I actually have an ideal candidate in mind!” Lan Ling’er created mystery, drank some tea, and crossed her legs leisurely.
“Quick, tell me who!” Yan’er stood up and urgently pulled her sleeve.
“Far in the horizon, yet right before your eyes!” Lan Ling’er played coy, letting Yan’er guess for herself.
