"Your herbal tea is good."
"Thank you, it tastes good, I'll come back a few more times."
"Do you sell the formula?" Xing Baohua looked up at the other party and asked.
"Not for sale. It's an heirloom. Priceless. Many people have asked about it before you. Not for sale!" the shopkeeper said firmly.
"Hehe, there are two reasons why you're not selling: either you haven't agreed on a price. So, what's your bottom line?"
"No wonder you ride in a Rolls-Royce. One million H coins, hahaha! Scared you, aren't you! Let me tell you, the highest they offered me before was 100,000, which is why I didn't sell." The boss thought that shouting out a million would scare Xing Baohua back.
Little did anyone know, Xing Baohua was secretly overjoyed.
For him, a million is still H coins, which is no different from finding a bargain!
"Check or cash?" As she spoke, Xing Baohua reached for a bag from the guard.
A million-dollar bill was handed out before the boss's eyes widened.
There was no heading, just numbers and a signature.
"Cash on delivery," Xing Baohua said.
The restaurant fell silent; no one ate their food. They watched as Xing Baohua and the owner made a large transaction, almost like spectators at a spectacle.
The boss stared at the check, sweat beading on his forehead. With just a reach, millions of H coins had slipped into his pocket so easily.
Then, to everyone's surprise, he snatched the check from Xing Baohua's hand, quickly tore it up, and loudly said, "I'm telling you, I'm not selling it anymore. It's an ancestral recipe, I'm not selling it."
Many diners felt sorry for the restaurant owner, wondering which door had gotten stuck in his forehead.
How many cups of herbal tea would you need to sell to earn a million?
Besides, it doesn't stop you from selling herbal tea just because someone buys it. What's wrong with your brain?
While everyone else was still in shock, Xing Baohua, who was closest to the boss, saw him wink at the boss as the boss snatched the check.
Considering the environment here, it is indeed a bit ostentatious.
The place is a mixed bag; if the boss takes it openly and honestly, it could very well become someone else's that very night.
Just a few kilometers away is Kowloon Walled City!
Xing Baohua didn't believe that protection money wasn't being collected here, since the situation was even more chaotic elsewhere.
Xing Baohua wasn't angry. He took out a piece of paper, wrote down a phone number, handed it to the boss, and said, "Boss, think about it first. Call me when you've made up your mind."
The boss took the phone number, crumpled it into a ball, threw it into the trash can, and turned to leave.
Xing Baohua smiled slightly and hurriedly ate his meal. He didn't believe the boss wouldn't rummage through the trash cans after making the sale.
Send Master Zhou back to his previous position.
Xing Baohua called Zhao Shanhai from the car to ask how the water source search was going.
Zhao Shanhai said that the personnel have been dispatched. There's no result yet, but they will report back as soon as there is.
Xing Baohua inquired about the production situation and then went home.
When Master Zhou got home, she saw her mother watching TV.
He walked over and sat down, saying, "Mommy, we need to pack up, we're moving."
"What happened? Some thugs are threatening you. Tell me who it is, and I'll ask your Uncle San Gong to help you." Zhou Ma said.
"No, I recently signed with a record company. The company wants to make me famous and said that it's not safe for me to live here, so they're allocating a 1,600-square-foot apartment for me." Master Zhou told the truth.
I participated in the DJ competition without telling my family.
Master Zhou also knew that as long as a song was acquired by Haina Entertainment, it was guaranteed to become a hit.
Before I become famous, I want to prepare to move in while the house is being renovated. Another reason is that someone will be there to supervise the renovation so that people won't cut corners.
"Why didn't you discuss such a big matter with me?" Zhou Ma said.
"I originally wanted to tell you when I became more successful. But my boss disagreed, worried that it wouldn't be safe for me to live here once I became famous."
"How can your boss guarantee you'll become famous? Just throw money at him! Are you kidding me?"
"No, that's not true. The company boss relies solely on his work. Several of the singers under his management have become famous. I won't become famous even if I don't work for him!"
Then they talked about Sister Juan, Wah Jai, Brother, Ah Lok, and Leung Jai.
"You said you work at Hainan Entertainment, that sounds so familiar?" she said, as if she was remembering something.
He found a newspaper, pointed to a name on it, and said, "Isn't this the mainland guy?"
"Yes, he is not only the boss of Hainan Entertainment, but also the boss of Hainan Holdings, and the chairman of Huahong Group."
“I saw it in the newspaper. Is it because you changed companies that they took the house back?”
"No! The company said they'd deduct it from the proceeds of my album," Master Zhou explained.
"How many years would that be! How much money can an album sell for?" Zhou's mother shook her head and sighed. She was worried that her daughter might want to sign a contract for ten or twenty years.
There was even a movie about a celebrity's indenture back then.
Zhou's mother was terrified that her daughter's promising future would be tied down by the company's contract for decades, leading to a miserable end.
"No, the boss said he'll deduct from my pay in two or three years at most. I heard that I can get 30% of an album."
"Thirty percent? That's not much! You still think your album will sell a million copies?!"
Zhou Ma's words made even Headmaster Zhou feel a little melancholy.
After a while, Master Zhou said, "Alright, Mommy, I recently arranged for a renovation company to do some renovations. Anyway, the company has given me a place to live, so you need to help me keep an eye on the renovations."
"Um, how many feet did you just say?"
"Over 1,600 feet, four rooms!" Upon hearing this, Master Zhou's face broke into a smile again.
"It's so big, what a waste."
"..."
Back home, Xing Baohua didn't rest either. After making phone calls to Da Meizi, Wang Weibao, and others, she inquired about their return dates.
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