Her beauty salon business was already struggling, constantly on the verge of losing money, which is why she had been considering whether to shut it down.
But her good friend Yang Shuhui insisted there might be a chance to turn her beauty salon around.
Even if Zhang Ling was a rich woman, who doesn't like money?
Having lost her husband in earlier years and her son having gone abroad for studies six months ago, Zhang Ling, who was always alone at home, felt that only money was reliable.
But who would have guessed that Bai Chuwei would make such a greedy demand?
Bai Chuwei wasn't annoyed, any ordinary person would get angry upon hearing such terms—putting in the money, the effort, the venue, and after working oneself to death, only to get thirty percent of the profits.
Too bad, the ancestors were not ordinary people.
