Suizi didn't really want to go, because dining with people she hardly knew was simply pure torment. As for social obligations at home, Yu Jingting took care of them all.
"Come with me, please." Shen Liangyin pleaded.
Suizi thought for a moment, suddenly brightening up.
"Do you know anyone at the printing factory?"
"Yeah, I do. My uncle works there. Why do you ask?"
"If you promise me one thing, I'll go with you."
"What is it?"
"Come closer, I'll tell you, we'll do it like this—"
Suizi murmured.
Shen Liangyin merely sneered after listening.
"Chen Hansui, aren't you an intellectual? How come you're not lofty at all, and even more money-minded than me, a businessman?"
"Who said intellectuals have to be lofty? Without money, what can you eat or drink? Enough with your blabbering, I'll split thirty percent of the profit with you."
"That's my uncle's machine, my dinner party, and you're giving me thirty percent? Are you trying to fool a fool?"