This meant that even if she only printed a small number of books this time, they would still be highly profitable once they sold out.
Ming Lingyi nodded. "So we've earned quite a bit?"
"We're making close to a hundred taels of silver a day!" Feng Shuyu said.
And that hundred taels was nothing to scoff at. Right now, it was only because her bookstore wasn't mass-producing that inventory was limiting the daily revenue and profit.
Feng Shuyu imagined that if she could start mass-producing, the daily profit wouldn't be limited to just a hundred taels.
Besides, a profit of a hundred taels was already astonishing.
None of the orders her printing workshop had ever taken in the past were as profitable as this collaboration with Ming Lingyi.
Ming Lingyi considered it. Even after deducting the fees for the "author" and the "reviewers," her and Feng Shuyu's shares would still be substantial.
