The two quickly told the truth.

After hearing the price of 19, Luo Yongxiang couldn't believe it.

Why is it so cheap!

Don’t people who sell motors make money?

He really guessed it right.

Ding Li just doesn't make money. He and Yu Tian are the best buddies no matter in the past life or in this life!

"What a pity!"

Zhen Zhiqiang mocked, "Lao Luo, change your career. If it doesn't work, go to Lao Liu and ask him to give you some advice. Anyway, we can't compete with him!"

"What is a blessing in disguise?"

Wang Chunsheng took a sip of wine and analyzed, "Think about it, one hundred thousand fans, that's one hundred thousand fucking fans! After the profit is divided, even if the two of us only get 5% of the profit, that's a lot of money.

! Even more than before. The most important thing is that it saves more worry to retreat to the second line! If you don’t do this idiot, we will do it, but I advise you, you should know who the real idiot is! "

Luo Yongxiang was stunned when he said this.

Five percent?

Didn’t I say 15% before?

Cold sweat quickly covered his face.

If you agree to take a back seat to 5%, wouldn't you really become a fool?

"Fuck you!"

He was furious, stood up suddenly, pointed at Liu Lihong's back and said, "Little girl, I'm sorry! I'm in my forties, how can I trust your twists and turns? I'm going to go find Yu right now."

Boss, let’s see what he says! You can join, I want at least 15%!”

Get up and leave.

He planned to find a time difference, fool Yu Tiandu, and strive to sign a larger profit share than the other two fan factories.

Liu Lihong didn't stop her either.

Just when Luo Yongxiang was about to go out, he said softly, "Lao Luo, are you really stupid? You still don't know who brought me out?"

A word to wake up the dreamer.

Luo Yongxiang froze in place and did not move for a long time.

yes.

Liu Lihong's idea must have come from Yu Tian.

With this little trick of his own, people must have figured it out long ago.

"Also, if it works, sign the agreement. If it doesn't work, you can leave now."

Liu Lihong took a bite of food and motioned to the staff to take out pens and paper and put them on the table.

Luo Yongxiang thought about it for a long time.

Finally he sighed and signed slowly.

As for the share, he himself wrote 5%.

After signing, he sat on the chair in despair and did not recover for a long time.

"alright."

Liu Lihong put away the agreement and went out. Before leaving, she said at the door, "Whether it's 8% or 5% of your profit, it belongs to your factory. Don't join the collective. Don't get confused!"

Say it.

Leave gracefully.

Our factory?

There is no problem with this.

But...

What does eight percent and five percent mean?

Luo Yongxiang blinked and then looked at Wang Chunsheng and Zhen Zhiqiang who were snickering.

"Fuck!"
Chapter completed!