Jiang Peitian admired him even more and said, "So, it's like I open a shop and help you sell, and I take 40% of the profits, right?"
Wen Zhaoye nodded slightly: "In addition, I will guarantee that once this model is started, the previous suppliers will no longer supply goods, unless they also choose the franchise model."
Because this idea was new and shops hadn't been opened yet, they were still supplying goods to quite a few stores.
Some even attach labels with their store names as requested.
Now, if Jiang Peitian is willing to expand the market for him, he doesn't need to haggle over those petty profits with these scattered customers anymore.
Jiang Peitian: "Okay, but I need to finalize things in a few days. Also, I need to select a store in Gangcheng."
Seeing that he had no intention of signing the contract immediately, Wen Zhaoye became even more convinced that he was not sincere, after all, this matter was too outrageous.
He maintained a friendly attitude, handing over his business card and saying, "I still have things to do at my factory, you can contact us later."
Jiang Peitian looked at the phone number on the business card:
"Don't you have a personal cell phone number?"
"No."
"Then wait a moment."
After Jiang Peitian finished speaking, he took out his phone and made a call. Then, A Long came over with three phones and said:
"Pick one. I hope we can contact each other anytime for future collaborations."
Wen Zhaoye grew increasingly suspicious of his actions, but he didn't show it on his face.
"Although I don't know what your purpose is, one phone call is worth the franchise fee of ten stores, so I can't accept it."
Jiang Peitian raised the corners of his eyes, his gentle gaze sweeping over his face as he said:
"We are destined to meet, this is for you, and also because I want to know more about you."
Wen Zhaoye declined, saying:
"I can't accept the goods. Besides, I have other things to do and need to go back to the factory."
"Let's go together, and I also have a lot of things I want to ask you."
Jiang Peitian finished speaking casually, turned and left, with Wen Zhaoye following behind, completely unaware that A Long had placed a cell phone on the television. He paused when he reached the iron gate:
I don't know if they're trying to take advantage of my sister indirectly, or if they're just locking the door for security.
Jiang Peitian watched him lock the door and said:
"Isn't someone home?"
Wen Zhaoye glanced at him meaningfully and said leisurely, "To prevent unscrupulous people from taking advantage of the situation."
Jiang Peitian understood his meaning and chuckled:
“I have no plans to bring her into the entertainment industry right now, but I’m curious why you care about her so much? As far as I know, she’s not a good match for you.”
Could this guy be trying to break us up so he can take my place? He's good-looking, but he's getting old.
Wen Zhaoye glanced at him and sneered, "My wife, if I don't care, who does?"
Jiang Peitian stood with his hands behind his back, his tall figure exuding an aura of authority. After a moment's thought, he said:
"If there were an opportunity that would give you a bright future, but it required you to abandon everyone here, would you agree?"
Wen Zhaoye simply replied, "No."
Jiang Peitian seemed to have heard a joke, and said with an ambiguous meaning:
"Those who have seen better things are few and far between, and few can maintain their original aspirations."
Wen Zhaoye was too lazy to argue, but considering the possibility of cooperation, he didn't want to close the door, so he politely returned to the factory after a few pleasantries.
As evening fell, the sky was ablaze with sunset colors, and a gentle breeze dispelled the heat.
Wen Jiaojiao sat on the swing in the courtyard, looking wistfully at the locked gate:
"This kid, is he already being so guarded now? He's even resorting to imprisonment."
Wen Zhaoye walked over after a short while. He glanced at the dazed Wen Jiaojiao through the iron gate and said in a flustered tone:
"Honey, I'm sorry. I was worried someone might come in this afternoon, so I locked the door. I also thought we had everything we needed, so I didn't rush back. I hope you weren't in a hurry."
Wen Jiaojiao said weakly, "No rush. I was just bored at home and did nothing, so I pulled out all my beautiful hair and counted how many skewers were on the bamboo mat."
Wen Zhaoye's expression froze for a moment before he opened the door and said, "Wife, things happened so suddenly, I was just worried something might happen to you."
Wen Jiaojiao gave a perfunctory smile: "Hehe~"
To avoid being seen by those around them, Wen Zhaoye pulled her into the living room, embraced her, and brought up the important matter:
"Zhou Jinyan is treating us to dinner tonight. Do you want to go? But I bet Song Yan will be there too, because she's very familiar with Zhou Jinyan because of Zhou Jin."
Wen Jiaojiao said nonchalantly, "Let her go. Why be afraid of her? Someone's treating us to dinner, so let's just treat it as a banquet."
Wen Zhaoye chuckled softly, recalling his encounter with Jiang Peitian at noon, and ultimately decided it was best not to let her know.
He took her to a restaurant, where there was a table with only two empty seats.
Song Yan happened to be sitting next to an empty seat, while Wen Jiaojiao, not wanting to cause trouble, deliberately sat in another empty seat.
Wen Zhaoye looked at the empty space between the two of them, and frowned slightly as he said:
"Honey, let's switch seats."
Song Yan did not look at him, but lowered her long eyelashes slightly, her beautiful face full of loneliness and sadness.
Wen Jiaojiao reluctantly moved to the side. The men at the table were talking about recent events, but she ignored them, picked up a pork rib, and took a bite, only to find that the back was full of fat.
She furrowed her brows slightly, glanced silently at Wen Zhaoye, and then placed the chicken wings into his bowl:
We can't waste it; he should like it.
The rib with a missing piece fell into the clean white bowl, its back facing up, covered in glistening white fat.
Song Yan suddenly spoke up:
He doesn't like to eat fatty foods.
The people around her paused, all turning to look at her. Wen Jiaojiao said somewhat shyly:
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