Negotiation
Soong Yiqing lowered his head. Of course he knew the crisis Soong Family was in, but he couldn't think of any good methods at this moment.
Bai Zheng's slender finger gently tapped the side of the teacup, her voice sweet and light, "Now, a method to calm the Great Zhou and not provoke it, is right in front of Young Master Soong."
Soong Yiqing raised his head, "What do you mean?"
"Two hundred thousand!" Bai Zheng answered, "Of course the more the better."
Soong Yiqing lowered his eyes and muttered to himself.
Obviously, the price of two hundred thousand gold had exceeded his original budget, which Bai Zheng could understand. After all, in this era, compulsory education was not universal, and the paper only benefited a portion of the literate people.
Moreover, most of the rich could read, so with this paper making technique in his hands, it would not be a big loss for him to control his Soong Family.