Shen Qiang's words brightened the eyes of Sun Kaiping, Mr. Ma, and Xu Nan.
Mr. Ma laughed and said, "Qiangzi, do you know why this old chap is willing to be friends with you? It's because you're meticulous in the way you do things."
"But you're saying you'll just leave this jar as the Store Treasure and let Old Sun and I take the rest to split, I can't agree with that. When it came to investing, you put in the most, so it's only right that you take the largest share of the profits."
Sitting next to the round table, Mr. Ma spoke seriously, "Initially, I invested forty million, Old Sun invested thirty million, and you put in a hundred million. We've calculated the authentic pieces Shen Qiang picked out from that pile of junk, along with the antiques already confirmed to have value, based on a conservative market appraisal, to be three hundred and forty million."
"The profit has just doubled the principal, so naturally, one should take a profit equivalent to their investment."
