Chapter 437: Chapter 437: Has Uncle Qing also been kicked out?_1
Ye Junqing put away his phone, smiling as he sipped his tea, “Miss Yen’an, it’s not possible. You only provide raw materials and recipes, while I handle production, sales, promotion, a complete package. A split of sixty-forty is the bottom line I can offer.”
Ye Junqing had already seen the proposals from other groups: the highest bid was a fifty-fifty split.
Yen’an had no business acumen which is why she hated negotiating prices. Upon hearing his words, just like dealing with others in business meetings, she stood up to see him off: “In that case, there’s nothing left for us to discuss. Mr. Ye, please make yourself at home. I won’t see you out.”
After all, she had a unique technique. Solely owned worldwide. Willing to cooperate or not, she had the upper hand.
He heard, other company presidents were dismissed in the same manner. There was no room for negotiation.
It was Ye Junqing’s first encounter with such high-handed negotiation. Conversations with group leaders immediately ended with an abrupt dismissal if disagreements arose.
“Miss Yen’an, I came with sincerity, hoping you might give it some serious consideration. There’s scarcely a more sincere offer than a sixty-forty split.” He said, leaving shortly.
Just having been thrown out before Ye Junqing, Lin Hanfeng stood outside, smoking against the hallway wall, watching the commotion with amusement, “Ye, been shown the door too?”
Ye Junqing’s face was grave as he replied tersely, “Mutual, reciprocal.”
Lin Hanfeng offered him a cigarette. Ye Junqing declined. He never smoked.
Lin Hanfeng exhaled a ring of smoke, saying, “A seventy-thirty split, no room for negotiation. Have never seen such a difficult woman. What if we employ a strategy of charm, both of us working together to win her over? If one handsome man isn’t temptation enough, would two combined be irresistible to her?”
Ye Junqing raised an eyebrow. A seventy-thirty split?
What he heard was a ninety-ten split.
Could this guy have been willing to sell his soul for a project?
Ye Junqing scorned silently, and walked off.
Lin Hanfeng followed, jokingly linking arms with him, “Long time no see. Where are we off to have a good time? Is Ms. Fortune with you?”
“Going to buy turnips.” Ye Junqing knocked off Lin Hanfeng’s hand.
“What?” Had the failed negotiation and dismissal upset him, making him want to buy turnips?
Lin Hanfeng was in disbelief!
Lin Hanfeng was pretty determined to obtain the People’s Fish Brand nearsightedness eyepatch. Now that Ye Shi was a formidable opponent, he had to keep a close eye on this guy. He didn’t want Ye Junqing to seduce Miss Yen’an in the middle of the night, leaving him oblivious.
Lin Hanfeng thought Ye Junqing was joking about buying turnips, only to see him actually direct the driver to a bustling marketplace in R City and get off the car.
Lin Hanfeng followed Ye Junqing out of the car. Two elegant-looking men, obviously in the wrong place, were together stepping into the marketplace.
With a photo pulled up on WeChat, Ye Junqing searched long and hard in the market and finally found the candied turnips that Xiao Yuyi had been dreaming about.
“Boss, four bottles of pickled turnips, please.”
“Okay, just a moment. You sound like you’re from out of town. It’s impressive that you know about our pickled turnips. I’ll give you a ten percent discount.” While packing four bottles of turnips into a bag, the shopkeeper asked, “Young man, that’s thirty in total. Here you go!”
One hand handing over the money, the other receiving the plastic bag, Ye Junqing’s haughty expression softened somewhat, “Buying it for my wife, she has a taste for this stuff.”