"Bai Ling really should've paid more attention when they proposed a two percent commission," Zhang Xiaowei sighed. "And now that the contract is signed, we can't just back out, can we?"
Liu Yan's brows were tightly furrowed, her face full of difficulty.
"It's not Bai Ling's fault, it's all on me," she said.
Zhang Xiaowei waved his hand dismissively, unwilling to shift the blame to Bai Ling. If he did that, could he even consider himself a man?
"I'll take another look at the contract."
There wasn't much else he could do, so he picked up the contract and began to scrutinize it closely.
Soon, he began to smile.
"What I said was a two percent commission, but I didn't say it was two percent of the selling price. If we calculate carefully, two percent of the profit isn't really that much money. When the time comes, we'll settle with them at two percent of the profit," he said.
At first, it seemed like a huge deal.
