Chapter 459 OK, write the contract and stamp it
Xing Jian was relieved. Since the real owner had spoken, he had nothing to do with this.
He was really a little panicked. The source of grain was a secret. Not to mention others, even he didn't know where the grain of such an ordinary young girl came from. And it seemed that her family didn't know either. Otherwise, why would her brother come all the way to Fengshi Grain Street and squeeze into the crowd to buy grain? This was obviously unreasonable.
Seeing Song Jinan didn't say anything, Gu Yuehuai sighed softly: "Why don't you tell me how much profit your government is going to take?"
She didn't believe that old man Song Lin would be so easy to talk to and willing to help Liangjie settle the knife point hanging over its head. Moreover, the profit of Liangjie was like a piece of fat meat that everyone wanted to take a bite of. It would be strange if Song Lin didn't come and interfere.
As for whether to cooperate or not, it depends on whether Song Jinan asks for a huge sum.
She didn't mind giving up 10% or even 20% of the profit. After all, without official protection, Xing Jian and others were really in danger. It was reasonable to use this little bit of profit to protect them. But if it exceeded her bottom line, she couldn't blame her for changing places.
Although Feng City is the most suitable place, if Song Lin goes too far, she can let Xing Jian and others leave. Country Z is very large, and its society has only been stable for more than ten years, and there are many places like Feng City.
Song Jinan's expression became a little strange. He pursed his lips and asked, "Why are you asking this?"
Although he liked Gu Yuehuai very much, he also knew what he could say and what he could not say.
Gu Yuehuai showed a suspicious look at the right time: "Didn't you say that you wanted to discuss it in detail? I have already asked you proactively. If you don't tell me your price, I will regret it."
She was willing to express her attitude, partly because she saw that Song Jinan was indeed here to do practical things.
Although she is insignificant as an individual, she still wants to contribute to the country to the best of her ability. Feng City is too chaotic. The local people and the people passing by here have suffered a lot. She wants to quell the chaos.
And now that Song Jinan is willing to help, she doesn't mind giving some help.
As soon as Gu Yuehuai finished speaking, Song Jinan's expression became dull, and Zhao Yulong also tilted his chin with a look of shock.
He had heard from Xing Jian that there was another boss in Grain Street, but privately he still felt that the person who could control a stable supply of grain must be an old man in his fifties. He didn't expect that it was a beautiful girl who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old!
Zhao Yulong stayed in the factory yesterday and did not go home, so naturally he did not see his daughter Zhao Yuan, otherwise he would have known it in advance.
After a long while, Song Jinan finally said, "You mean, you are the other boss of Liang Street?"
Gu Yuehuai nodded seriously, then lowered his eyes and looked at himself: "Not like?"
Song Jinan choked up, not knowing what to say to express his thoughts at the moment. He really wanted to ask in return, "Do you think you are someone who can control the food supply and set up a grain street that is popular in Feng City?"
Zhao Yulong took a breath and looked at Xing Jian for confirmation: "Comrade, is this really...?"
Xing Jian smiled bitterly and said, "What else? If Sister Gu is really useless, why would I bring her here?"
"Okay, my time is limited, so let's discuss the cooperation in detail as soon as possible. What I said before should be your idea, right? Let's talk about it. How much profit do you want? Set a price. If we can reach an agreement, we can sign the contract. If not, forget it."
Gu Yuehuai pursed her lips as she thought of Gu Xihuai who was waiting anxiously in the guesthouse.
She had promised to go back early, but now she has to go back two hours later.
Song Jinan calmed down at this time, thought for a while, and said: "The grain source is originally yours, I only want 10% profit."
Hearing this, Gu Yuehuai was a little surprised, but he didn't show it on his face. He smiled and said, "Is this your own idea?"
If it was that old guy Song Lin, he definitely wouldn't just ask for 10% profit. Is Song Jinan being soft-hearted towards her?
Song Jinan looked at Yue Huai with a little more scrutiny in his eyes. Knowing that she didn't trust him, he quickly said, "I'm doing things for the people. I want a 10% profit just to smooth things over. Don't get me wrong."
He was so straightforward, so Gu Yuehuai also decided: "Okay, 10% profit, then just write the contract and stamp it."
With such good conditions delivered to her doorstep, she would be a fool not to agree. As for how Song Lin would react when he knew about it, that was not something she considered. Anyway, with Song Jinan, his own son, at the forefront, Song Lin would not go crazy.
Zhao Yulong smiled and served as a witness, assisting throughout the process, and soon the contract was signed.
Make two copies and stamp them with the official seal, and the matter is settled.
Song Jinan put the contract into his briefcase, his eyes shining. After arriving in Feng City, he finally accomplished something that went well for him.
Gu Yuehuai also stood up with the contract in hand: "Okay, you and Xing Jian can discuss the remaining details. He will be responsible for all matters in the future. As for me, don't contact me if there is nothing important. I'm going back first. See you later."
She had to go back. She had the contract in hand and Xing Jian was not a fool, so she didn't have to worry about the follow-up matters.
Moreover, with an official title, she would be more at ease in the future and would not need to worry about the safety of Xing Jian and his subordinates. The business on Grain Street would also be more legitimate.
Gu Yuehuai patted her butt and became a hands-off boss. Just a few steps out of the office, Xing Jian caught up with her.
"My little ancestor! Can you please stop joking? You let me talk about such an important matter?" Xing Jian gritted his teeth. He was a gangster who used to make a living by kidnapping people. It was good enough for him to work in the grain street. Now he had to deal with the government?
And don’t think that he doesn’t know that Song Jinan’s good temper now is all because of Gu Yuehuai!
He had beaten him so hard before, almost killing him. How could he really negotiate business with him in a friendly manner? He might even kill him secretly and accuse him of being a "speculator". Then he would really have to spend the rest of his life in jail!
"Come on, I'm rooting for you, don't be afraid!" Gu Yuehuai patted his shoulder meaningfully.
Xing Jian's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Song Jinan coming out with a briefcase.
He said, "Since the contract has been signed, why don't I take you back? The taxi should have left."
Gu Yuehuai felt that this made sense and nodded, "Okay, let's go back, and Xing Jian will come with us."
After saying goodbye to Zhao Yulong, the three of them left the food processing factory.
Zhao Yulong watched the car disappear into the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a while, smiled and shook his head. He didn't know whether he felt heavier or more relaxed in his heart. The weather in Feng City was about to change.
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