"If you're willing to sell, that would be ideal. If not, we can collaborate. You provide the recipe and technology, and I'll handle the sales… we'll split the profits fifty-fifty…"
"Ha ha…" Yang Ruxin suddenly burst into laughter. "Young Master Yong Cang, are you joking? If I give you the recipe, you'll really share the profits fifty-fifty with me? Don't talk to me about any contracts or the like; they're all worthless. Once you get the recipe, you'll just turn your back on me, and I'll have no recourse… So go home, wash up, and sleep on it…"
Yong Cang's brows furrowed slightly: "Then how do you suggest we cooperate?"
"You are not a businessman," Yang Ruxin's gaze suddenly sharpened.
