Everyone is a merchant, and even if they get along on a normal basis, profit in the marketplace is another matter—after all, doesn't every family have a bunch of employees to take care of?
Anti-fraud apps will tell you—pies don't just fall from the sky.
At that moment, Tang Wenhuo, holding the pie in his hands, fell into bewildered contemplation. Having always been shrewd in the world of business and accustomed to haggling from a relatively high-profit starting point, he found it quite uncomfortable that the other party was suddenly conceding so much benefit.
However, once the other party's representative expressed that President Jin wanted to express his gratitude for his sister's actions,
Tang Wenhuo understood.
It must be something Little Bun said in the morning that did the trick again.
Tang Wenhuo was looking at the contract his secretary had just printed out.
Beneath the gold-rimmed glasses, his fox-like eyes squinted slightly, clucking his tongue twice.
