Sitting in front of the door was Wang Huixian. She sat in a chair, crossed her legs, and shook her fan leisurely. She had pen, ink, paper, and inkstone at her hand. A bookkeeper was writing something. Where do you think I am? How much business is there in one night? I bought this red carpet from a Persian merchant. Do you know how much it costs for such a big piece? "Are you still spreading it...