Song Yue: ?
Does she actually have a crush on me...?
"Boss, I’m here, arrived twenty minutes early." Excited at the prospect of earning money.
Ning Xuan said, sitting on the chair across from Song Yue, a pure smile spread across her face.
Hearing this, the pen in Song Yue’s hand paused mid-air.
His heart felt somewhat light.
Even arrived early...
Seeing that Song Yue was silent for a long time, Ning Xuan asked: "What are you thinking about, boss?"
"Nothing."
"Once you’re ready, prepare to go to your work position. I have a business negotiation coming up in a bit," Song Yue said offhandedly, shaking his head.
"Okay, boss, you should rest more while you’re busy, your health is the capital of the revolution."
If he overworks himself, I won’t have any money to earn QAQ.
A jolt flashed across Song Yue’s face: "Understood."
"I’ll go out then, good luck!" Ning Xuan exited the office after uttering her last sentence.
The office fell silent once again.
What Ning Xuan didn’t know was that after she left, Song Yue spent two minutes thinking seriously.
Is it really good to keep someone who admires you working by your side?
This question.
After pondering for two minutes without reaching a conclusion, Song Yue stopped writing and began searching on his phone.
’What would happen if you keep a woman who admires you at your side?’
The engine picked out an answer.
[It will make her love you more, to the point where she cannot extricate herself.]
Song Yue furrowed his brows at the answer, unsure if it was true or false.
However, unassumingly, his gaze fell upon the documents lying on the desk and Song Yue thought it best to finish dealing with them first.
After all, getting married in the future would cost a lot of money.
Song Yue had arranged a meeting with the collaborator for nine-thirty. Time flew by in the blink of an eye, and seated on the couch at half-past-nine, Song Yue waited for an elegantly dressed man to arrive. The man was tall and thin.
Almost as tall as Song Yue, but a lot thinner, probably about fifteen pounds lighter. His eyes were slightly sunken, his looks were above average, and coupled with his high fashion attire and accessories, he certainly had the assets to win the admiration of women.
Song Yue rose to his feet upon seeing the visitor, shaking hands with him: "Manager Luo."
"Manager Song."
"Manager Song, have you had time to think about the matter I discussed with you the other day?" Luo Sen asked with a smile, getting straight to the point.
Both their companies were in the mall business and should have been competitors. But a few days ago, Luo Sen suddenly proposed that they should set up a supermarket together in the impoverished Northwestern region.
This would not only open up the market there, but if both companies worked together, they would not have to worry too much about losses. If there were any, they could share the burden.
"It could work, Manager Luo. Your proposal isn’t bad, but in terms of profit-sharing, our company will take sixty percent," Song Yue said, crossing one leg over the other and placing his interlinked hands on his lap.
"Sixty percent? Normally, partnerships usually split fifty-fifty. Manager Song, are you being greedy even for this bit of money," Luo Sen joked, having already predicted that Song Yue would come out with such a suggestion.
Because.
In the supermarket within the mall, the fresh food and pastry sections were the responsibility of Song Yue’s company. They were difficult to maintain and costly.
"Of course I am greedy. I’m just a commoner and need to think of ways to earn money," Song Yue replied, his face filled with an unyielding and confident expression.
As the project was discussed to this point, it was almost certain that Song’s company would take sixty percent. Luo Sen might refute a few times and struggle a bit to see if he could succeed.
Knock knock.
The door to the office was suddenly knocked.
Ning Xuan entered from outside, carrying a tray of tea.
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