Lin Xuan Qi also thought about letting Old Feng and the other waiters be more alert when dealing with customers, so that they could gather information on what was happening in the Da Qian Dynasty for him.
But it would have to wait until the business for the inn got back to normal.
Along the way back, Lin Xuan Qi looked out from the window of the horse carriage and he saw that the streets were covered in a fresh layer of snow.
The chill of the cold wind blowing through made the scarce pedestrians that were walking by tug onto whatever they had on their bodies to keep themselves warm.
Hopefully, this winter will go by peacefully. Lin Xuan Qi thought, and he closed the window of the horse carriage.
He rested his head on the seat of the horse carriage and he continued to think about what other businesses he should get into.
After getting an inn, maybe he should diversify to other lines of business… but what exactly?
