After eating and drinking, and pouring another cup of tea by herself, Yan Murong leaned back in her chair and listened to the two women discuss topics such as how to name the company and how to share profits in the future.

"I don't think it matters where the company is, as long as our products are on the market, the company's reputation will naturally rise - as for the issue of shares, I don't take advantage of you, you account for 30 percent, I want 20 percent, how about it?" Teng Xiangling said seriously.

"Sister Xiangling, you are really born to do business, this business is not at a loss." Su Qingwu chuckled. "You invested 2 million and you want 20 percent of the shares? Then I invested 8 million, and the office location and factory are all out of me, how can it be only 30%? ”

"Alright." Yan Murong put down the teacup and stopped the idea of the two women continuing to argue. "It's very simple -- I don't want much about the shares, I just have 60 percent of the shares, and the two of you, 20 percent each."

So, the two women stopped arguing, and looked at Yan Murong together, and that look was like looking at an idiot.

You don't have a dime, and you want to take the big head? Is this an empty glove white wolf?

Su Qingwu's unhappiness does not mean that Teng Xiangling is unhappy, after listening to Yan Murong's words, Teng Xiangling suddenly smiled like a small white flower in full bloom.

"Don't look at me like that, okay?" Yan Murong lowered her head, trying not to look at Su Qingwu's somewhat aggressive eyes. "Let's put it this way, I'm a shareholder with technology, of course I'll take the lion's share, and I'm confident that as soon as the product appears, it's guaranteed to be sold out of stock - you don't have to fight, if I don't have the technology, you two won't be able to come up with a formula even if you want to break your head - either agree with me, or you can do it yourself."

After speaking, Yan Murong felt very happy in his heart - it was not an easy task to make Su Qingwu, a woman, compromise.

"Eat stuff inside and out." Su Qingwu stared at Yan Murong for a long time before speaking. "I agree."

"I agree." Teng Xiangling said in agreement.

"That's going to be easy." Yan Murong grinned and said. "As for the name of the company, I'll leave it to you, and besides, I'm full, which of you is going to settle the bill?"

Teng Xiangling glared at Yan Murong angrily, before he stood up and beckoned the waiter to settle the bill-

"Zheng Shao, the brothers are ready, when will you start?" On the side of the road opposite Cuiyuan, where was a van parked, a sturdy man sitting in the back looked at Zheng Xiao who was sitting in the co-pilot and asked.

Because the man has a scar on the top of his head, he simply shaves his head, and a vest shows off the bulging muscles on his body, plus his hideous face and tattoos on his arms, so that people know that this guy is a man of the road at a glance.

Zheng Xiao was very angry and felt very aggrieved.

The degree of arrogance is directly proportional to a person's status - the contractor dares to shout at his workers, but he does not dare to shout at the developer, the teacher dares to yell at the students, but he does not dare to get angry at the principal.

Zheng Xiao was scolded by his eldest brother and didn't dare to say anything, but when he was confronted by Yan Murong, he was extremely unhappy in his heart.

When others are tired like a dead dog running around desperately for life every day, he lives the kind of life of dogs and horses, drunk and gold-obsessed, traveling every day, and living surrounded by money and sycophants, which makes him feel a sense of accomplishment.

What kind of person should have what kind of life - although many people pat him on the back because he has a good brother, this does not delay him from enjoying it.

Life is too short, so why keep a low profile when you can enjoy it now?

Yan Murong didn't contradict him, but Yan Murong confronted his backer, his eldest brother Zheng Wuming, which he couldn't bear.

When did the first son of Yanjing ever be bumped into? And who doesn't give him face?

So, Zheng Xiao found a group of gangsters like Scar, ready to teach Yan Murong a lesson.

How about you sit down with Su Qingwu for dinner? Being able to sit and eat with Su Qingwu doesn't mean that your identity is the same as her.

There is only one Su Qingwu in Yanjing, and there is only one Zheng Wuming, and they are the ones who stand at the top of the pyramid of Yanjing.

As for Yan Murong, a man wearing a cheap sportswear bought in the supermarket, what will be his identity?

"Just wait for him to come out and follow, and go to a place where no one is doing it." Zheng Xiao stared at the green garden in the distance and said viciously.

"Zheng Shao, who are you going to deal with?" Scar looked at Zheng Xiao and asked. "You just say something, and come here in person, which is a loss of your identity."

Scar's ass slapped over, Zheng Xiao felt very comfortable, and he was not so angry in his heart.

"I'll show you when he comes out." Zheng Xiao said. "When you get him under control, I'm going to do it myself—I haven't beaten a human punching bag in a long time."

"No problem." Scar patted his chest and assured him. "The brothers are all good, it's easy to deal with a kid with all the hair, and Zheng Shao can just fight when the time comes."

"Well, that's good." Zheng Xiao nodded, took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Scar. "This is 20,000 yuan, let's take a few brothers and have fun after that."

"Hey, Zheng Shao is too polite, it's our honor to help you." Scar's old face smiled like a chrysanthemum, his mouth was polite, but his hand didn't stop, and he took the envelope and put it aside without looking at it.

20,000 yuan, some less, but how much do they only cost in a day? 20,000 yuan is just to clean up one person, which is still very cost-effective.

Scar thought that he would have to pat Zheng Xiao's ass hard in the future, and as soon as he was happy, he would have money to make. What is it for? For money, of course.

What age is it now, and how can there be people who come out to mix in order to stimulate it? In order to stimulate the bank, they all went to rob the bank, and now they are either shot or squatting in the bitter kiln.

"It's out." Zheng Xiao said suddenly, pointing at Yan Murong who walked out alone through the car window, and said. "It's this kid, it's all recognized, wait and see where he goes, and then follow him and find a place where no one is to intercept him."

"Okay." Scar looked at Yan Murong, and his heart blossomed with joy - he looked like a little white face, catching him was like catching a chicken, this money was too easy to make.

At this time, Yan Murong also called a taxi with passengers from the gate of Cuiyuan and sat on it.

"Keep up." When Scar saw Yan Murong getting into the taxi, he patted the little brother who was in charge of driving the car and ordered. "Wait until you see a place where there are few people, and go straight to stop it."

ps: For the sake of the long night so hard to update, collect it, send flowers!