While talking about development, why did this char siu suddenly mention pancakes, or even giant pancakes?
Ning Yuan snapped out of her daze and realized that she had just blurted out what was on her mind!
She immediately took a deep breath to calm her racing blood—
"What I mean is, you say you'll give me 1% of the project's shares, but can you really make that decision? Will you put it in the contract? Will you stamp it? All that talk is just empty promises, nothing but empty words!!"
He's just the CEO. There's his uncle, the chairman, the board of directors, and so many major shareholders. What gives him the right to promise such a huge pie?
At that time, Ning Dashao could not have predicted that the Harbour City plot project would eventually be so profitable.
Even now, a 1% dividend from the Harbour City project is quite substantial, and it will generate returns in a few years.
"Making empty promises? That's an interesting way to put it." Ning Bingyu pondered for a moment, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
He picked up the teacup again and handed it to Ning Yuan: "Since I dared to agree, you don't need to worry. We siblings can just sign the agreement."
Ning Yuan stared at the cup of tea for a while before finally reaching out to take it: "Okay, I'll help you this time. When do we sign the agreement?"
Securing the development project in Tsim Sha Tsui will have a substantial impact on consolidating Ning Bingyu's position.
Ning Bingyu picked up his teacup and lightly clinked it against hers, smiling, "Anytime is fine. I've already had my lawyer draft it. You can take a look at it tonight."
He paused for a moment, then said, "But it's not about helping me, it's about us—a win-win cooperation. You taught me that term, didn't you?"
"Let me state this first: I will absolutely not divorce Anan, nor will I pursue a romantic relationship with Ning Bing'an." Ning Yuan smiled coolly.
That old fox, he's saying they're even now.
But wait a minute...
Ning Yuan looked at the contract he took out of the drawer and suddenly remembered something.
"Wait, let me sort this out. The fact that you can produce the contract now means you've been preparing for this for a while." She suddenly put down her teacup.
She pointed at the contract in Ning Bingyu's hand: "Third Brother, you used to take me all over Hong Kong all the time, making my feet hurt. Was that all just a setup for your performance today?"
Ning Bingyu adjusted his glasses, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes behind the lenses. "My little sister is indeed clever."
"Get lost! I'm smart, you're a cunning old fox!" Ning Yuan rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.
Ning Bingchao, the playboy third brother, was ordered by Madam Ning to take her on a tour of the entire Hong Kong government.
At the time, I was puzzled. How could this playboy third brother be so patient as to listen to my mother and accompany his little sister to play everywhere?
Looking back now, what was all this talk about accompanying her? It was clearly setting the stage for Ning Bingyu bringing this up today, wasn't it?
Let her see the prosperity of Hong Kong and the development potential of the area near Ocean Terminal in Tsim Sha Tsui, so that Ning Bingyu can negotiate terms with her today!
Ning Yuan really wanted to spit in his face: "So you two brothers, one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop, just to make me willingly jump into the trap you dug!?"
"I just trust my little sister's business acumen, and you're not at a loss either." Ning Bingyu smiled noncommittally, pushed up his glasses, and revealed an unfathomable gaze behind the lenses.
Ning Yuan was so angry she gritted her teeth: "Don't try to intimidate me with those high-sounding words!"
She couldn't help but retort, "Even if I agree, how can you guarantee that this project will be successful in a few years? This isn't the early days of shark fin soup!"
Before coming to the Hong Kong government, she asked Assistant Ye for a batch of data on the Hong Kong government's economic development over the years, and also listened to his lectures.
In 1972, the Hong Kong stock market experienced a crazy, explosive growth, making countless people rich overnight and spending money like water.
Back then, it was common to see Hong Kong citizens eating rice with shark fin soup, which is the era of "shark fin soup rice" that Hong Kong people talk about with great relish.
But now...
Ning Yuan: "Now the British don't want to give up the Hong Kong government. They always want to renew the contract or buy the Hong Kong government outright, which makes the business environment in Hong Kong very unstable, and a lot of foreign capital is withdrawing."
"If I'm not mistaken, the reason you and the Cha family had the opportunity to take over the Kwong Wharf Terminals from Jardine Matheson a few years ago was because Jardine Matheson wanted to withdraw its investment from the Hong Kong government and return to the UK!"
"Even the Hong Kong government and the stock market look good now, but they're actually not doing so well! What if the project fails? Wouldn't I end up with nothing?"
As Ning Bingyu listened to Ning Yuan's sharp rebukes, a storm raged in his eyes behind his glasses.
How could a young girl from the mainland know so much?
I learned about the era when the Hong Kong government served "shark fin rice" from Assistant Ye.
However, the inside story of Ning's acquisition of land from the powerful foreign capital Jardine Matheson Group, as well as the fact that Hong Kong's stock market and economy look prosperous now, are actually entering a downturn.
How did she know? Her analysis was so logical and insightful, giving off a sense of complete control. Was it Rong Zhaonan who said that?
“Little sister, Zhaonan told you a lot of things. What else did he say?” Ning Bingyu suddenly asked.
Ning Yuan paused, realizing that she had said too much in a fit of anger in order not to let Ning Bingyu be smug.
These things, which would be readily known in later generations with a little interest in the history of Hong Kong's return to China, now sound incredibly sophisticated and high-class when discussed today.
Ning Yuan coughed and said bluntly, "He would never tell me these classified matters. I figured it out myself by combining information with what I've seen and heard from the Hong Kong government!"
Whatever, she said she figured it out herself, so she figured it out. I can't just reveal that I've been reborn!
With her hands on her hips, she abruptly changed the subject: "Anyway, no one can guarantee they'll make a profit! You're just making empty promises!"
Ning Bingyu found it somewhat amusing to see her glaring at him with her puffed-up cheeks. Just moments ago, this girl had been so excited that she couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth.
Now that he knows he's been outmaneuvered and manipulated, he's embarrassed and is just being stubborn and arguing with himself.
Ning Bingyu smiled and said, "Indeed, there are risks in investing. Then I'll add another condition: if this case goes through, I'll cover all the freight and customs procedures for your goods as long as they are shipped from Hong Kong."
Upon hearing this, Ning Yuan exclaimed, "Wow, that's great!"
She immediately extended her hand to shake hands with Ning Bingyu warmly, and then took the contract from him.
"Brother, you're being too polite. Our relationship is all about give and take, isn't it? You scheme against me, I trick you, that's how we get along so well."
Before and after the auction, before you win the project, I will act like a soulless obedient daughter in the eyes of my elders.
This time, Brother Pink Sausage generously gave her 1% of the Harbour City project, not just for her to buy into this collaboration with him.
He even hoped she would join his cause and support him in inheriting the Ning family's "earnest money."
Looking at her radiant smile, Ning Bingyu couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "Okay, it's a pleasure to work with you."
That cunning char siu girl only gave him a nice look when she heard there was money to be made! What right does she have to call him cunning?
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