Three space capsule hostel rooms aren't few at all.
If the three hostels earn 40,000 yuan a month, taking a 20% commission amounts to 8,000 yuan, and there is no risk involved.
Put simply, it's like helping to distribute products for consignment; if they can't be sold, they can be returned to the merchant.
"This isn't a problem, but there is some risk, what if the business doesn't do well?" Lin Zhenghui said.
"If you're not afraid, why should we be? My dad earns tens of millions of yuan a year, what's 600,000 yuan to him?" Guan Xiaohui mentioned her father.
"After you marry into our family, does your dad still give you money?" Lin Zhenghui asked curiously.
"Of course, he gives me at least 10 million yuan a year, but this money doesn't count as marital property," Guan Xiaohui said proudly.
"Tycoon, huh, my brother really lives the easy life!" Lin Zhenghui remarked.
"..." Lin Zhuangguo felt a bit embarrassed.
