"Good! Madam Su is a straightforward person!" Liang Youdao clapped his hands and laughed, "I want to buy the fish soup with thirty taels of silver."

"Manager Liang, you're joking," Su Qingluan raised her eyes, "My vegetarian fish soup is worth more than thirty taels." Did he think she was stupid?

Shopkeeper Liang seemed embarrassed: "But no one can guarantee that your fish soup will be able to sell..."

"So I'm willing to share this risk with Shopkeeper Liang," Su Qingluan blinked, "I don't want a single cent for the reserve price, I'll just take a percentage!"

The two exchanged sharp words, and finally agreed that the net profit from each serving of fish soup sold would be split 50-50 between Su Qingluan and "Hongfulou" for a period of three years.

Three years later, the net profit of the fish soup belonged to "Hongfulou" and Su Qingluan no longer distributed dividends.

At the same time, "Hongfulou" only has the right to use the recipes and cannot disclose the detailed preparation methods and ingredients of Su Qingluan's recipes without consent.

As Su Qingluan pressed her fingerprints on the signature area, she said with a smile, "I hope to have a pleasant cooperation with Shopkeeper Liang. If there are new dishes next time, I will definitely give priority to 'Hong Fu Lou'!"

This sentence seems like a promise, but it is actually a warning: there will be subsequent cooperation only under the premise of "pleasant cooperation", otherwise there will be no discussion at all!

Shopkeeper Liang also understood Su Qingluan's implication and stated frankly that he had always been fair in doing business.

Su Qingluan rolled her eyes in her heart: I don't believe you! Wasn't it you who bargained with me for so long just now?

But the business was done, and she was happy from the bottom of her heart.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, Su Qingluan's face changed drastically: "Oh no!"