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In the spacious private room, everyone at the dining table was chatting and laughing.
In that case, Mr. Nian, we've reached an agreement.
Mr. Zhang, who was slightly chubby and had a fierce-looking face, toasted the man who exuded the aura of an Emperor.
Nian Yu closed his eyes and did not raise his glass.
Mr. Zhang lowered his body and pondered over the meaning behind his expression. He immediately understood and said, " don't worry. The profit of this project is only a little more than what we expected. Let's follow the profit ratio from the beginning. It's 50 - 50, right? "
He wanted to clink glasses with him again, but Nian lie still didn't move.
"Mr. Nian?"
The man's long and narrow eyes looked over.
He had a calm and reserved temperament, not at all like a man in his twenties.
However, his eyes were dark and deep, making it impossible for others to see through his thoughts.
"Yingluo, do you think this ratio is not suitable?"
