Mu Qing: "Grandpa, Brother Bai, 40% of the profits from Fangcao Pavilion in various places will go to the Bai family, 30% will be used as a charity fund for the operation of private schools and welfare housing, 10% will be used as a risk reserve fund, and 20% will be mine. Do you think this is acceptable?"
"Of course, the initial investment from the Bai family is separate. It can be deducted first and then divided up, or it can be a percentage of the profits each year. It's up to you, Grandfather. Now that Fangcao Pavilion is up and running, we should talk about the subsequent revenue."
Old Master Bai looked at Mu Qing, who was seriously discussing profit sharing with them, and nodded approvingly. He thought to himself, "Not bad, good spirit, quite the business acumen. But he's still young and doesn't know how to secure more profit for himself. Who would only offer 20%?" However, thinking that he was probably considering their friendship, he was pleased.
Grandpa Bai: "Grandpa won't give it to you for nothing. Just invest the funds upfront and take a cut every year. Fangcao Pavilion was originally your hard work, so you can keep it for yourself."
Mu Qing poured a cup of tea for Grandpa Bai and said with a smile, "Grandpa, this won't do. If it all goes to me, wouldn't all the Bai family's hard work this year have been in vain? Besides, it's not fair to Cousin Bai Feng. He's been busy making arrangements all year, and he's put in just as much effort as I have."
He paused and added, "Moreover, Fangcao Pavilion is not only profitable. In fact, this was unexpected. I was also shocked by its influence among the people. This influence is also an asset to the Bai family. It will also be a form of protection during special times."
Mu Qing didn't elaborate on what followed. Old Master Bai, being a shrewd old man, understood after a moment's thought. He thought it made sense and said, "Then let's divide the shares further. The Bai family can take one or two percent."
Mu Qing didn't argue with him further: "Then let's say the Bai family gets one or two percent, and the rest is for my mother and grandson to give to my grandfather."
Seeing that he had gone this far, Old Master Bai stopped arguing. He felt very pleased.
Thinking to himself, "Anyway, if Mu Qing needs it later, he can just support him. There's no need to make such a big deal out of it."
So he said, "You brat, fine, I'll listen to you."
Mu Mansion in the Capital
Mu Qi found Prime Minister Mu reading a book in the study.
Mu Qi: "Father, the Bai family has sent some things, including a letter to you."
Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Mu looked up and asked, "Where's the letter? Give it to me."
Mu Qi said excitedly, "They're all in the hall. Mother asked me to come and call you over. It must be a letter from A Qing. Everyone wants to see what's in it." He looked at Prime Minister Mu expectantly, somewhat eagerly.
Seeing his usually composed and self-possessed eldest son so eager, Prime Minister Mu found it somewhat amusing. Without further ado, he got up and followed him. He himself was also eager to know what A-Qing had written.
The two hurried over, and just as they reached the hall, the items were unpacked and arranged.
Muya pointed to the jewelry box on the table and said, "Wow, this green bell earring is so pretty, Mom, look!"
As soon as Prime Minister Mu entered the room, he heard Mu Ya's excited exclamation. He couldn't help but smile as well.
Sima Qingqing looked up and saw the father and son approaching. She quickly picked up the letter on the table and handed it to him, saying, "Master, this letter was sent along with the goods. Please take a look and see what it says."
Mr. Mu took the letter and saw three pairs of eager eyes staring at him. Mu Ya, who had been staring intently at the earring just moments before, had also moved closer, her gaze fixed on him.
Prime Minister Mu: "..."
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