Of course, Shen Linglong knew that Meng Haiyang's words were said in a hurry.

But Shen Linglong not only didn't give in, but also said with a smile: "That's not possible, my business will get bigger and bigger in the future, and I will give you sixty percent, and I won't be able to draw it." ”

Meng Haiyang was angry, and this girl said as if his family's fabric would not get bigger and bigger in the future.

"Five years!" Meng Haiyang simply ignored her and began to engage in bargaining, "Five years can't be more." ”

Shen Linglong said slowly: "Ten years, it can't be less, otherwise it will be blown." ”

This is the opportunity for the Meng family, Meng Haiyang bargained for bargaining, but he couldn't lose this cooperation, he could only swallow his anger and reluctantly said: "Ten years is ten years!" ”

Seeing that Meng Haiyang reluctantly agreed, she also softened her attitude and said a few pitiful words: "Uncle Meng, it's already very good that you can get so much, and I have to score five or five points with the channel side!" ”

That is, Ren Ruonan's side.

Although it is not as scary as five or five points, in fact, Shen Linglong can not get much in his hands.

Shen Linglong smiled: "And for now, if you sell the fabric, at least you have to go through the channel where I sell the goods, right?" I'll only take 20 percent! ”

Meng Haiyang glanced at Shen Linglong and said coldly: "What you said is the same as the two percent you took out, and it will give you the same share as the middleman." ”

Shen Linglong said solemnly: "Of course not, what I sell on my own side is divided from my own share, and your side must be out of your own." ”

"Percent!" Meng Haiyang was angry, gritting his teeth and glaring at Shen Linglong.

Shen Linglong's tone was a little reassuring, and she looked like I was making a big effort but I didn't say it: "No more, no more, for my sake, give a friendship price, one achievement is enough." ”

Although Shen Linglong is very annoying, Meng Haiyang has to admit that this is really not much.

Meng Haiyang didn't bargain anymore, and beckoned his youngest son, who was sitting in the corner of the hall reading a book, and said, "Zhengbang, bring paper and pen." ”

The thin boy who was born with Meng Zheng'an, with old thick lenses, he looked up and asked, "What pen?" What paper? ”

Meng Haiyang glanced at Shen Linglong and snorted, "Four treasures of the study!" ”

Meng Zhengbang didn't get up immediately, but hesitated and said, "Dad, the four most valuable treasures of our family have been sold when you were sick." ”

“？？！” Meng Haiyang exclaimed, "Sold? Which one is selling?! How much did you sell?! ”

At this time, he doesn't mind losing face in front of Shen Linglong, he is in a hurry, it is an old antique, it has been passed down for several generations! It's the heirloom of the Meng family!

Meng Zhengbang paused for a moment and said, "Thirteen yuan, it's all spent." ”

Meng Haiyang's wrinkled face shrank together, and his heart ached: "Thirteen?! ”

Meng Zhengbang nodded, he was in a hurry to buy medicine at that time, if he hadn't met a good person, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to sell it for three yuan.

Then Meng Zhengbang, the elementary school researcher, stared at Meng Haiyang and said solemnly: "So Dad, don't be angry in the future, take care of your body, we have nothing to sell......"

He paused, reluctantly wrinkled his delicate little face, sighed and said, "If you sell it again, you can only sell my book." ”

Then he added: "Books are not worth much now, and the history that others don't read for a long time is sold by the pound and is not valuable, so if my father gets sick again, even if he sells all my books, he won't be able to make much money." ”

Even Shen Linglong could hear the stinginess of Meng Zhengbang, a handsome young man, for fear that Meng Haiyang would make up his mind in his book.

Shen Linglong laughed sullenly, now that she wanted to understand that Meng Haiyang still had a son, she entrusted the entire family to her eleven or twelve-year-old grandson when she was about to die.

"Shut up!" Meng Haiyang couldn't hold it back, he scolded Meng Zhengbang, and said angrily, "What about other paper and pen, okay?" You nerd, don't say you don't! You've got it! ”

Meng Zhengbang pursed his lips, this time he didn't hesitate for long, and after putting down the book in his hand, he got up and went to the paper and pen in his room.

Shen Linglong glanced at what kind of calculus the boy was reading.

Shen Linglong: "......"

High math too! The books that tortured generations of students turned out to be a relish for this sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

Without waiting for Shen Linglong to sigh, Meng Zhengbang took out a stack of letter paper, as well as a pen, and even red seal clay he had.

Meng Haiyang grabbed the paper and pen, and began to write the contract with a scolding attitude.

It's also old, the writing hand is easy to shake, and the written words are not good-looking, and it costs two sheets of paper.

Meng Zhengbang next to him was restless, and he stopped Meng Haiyang when he was about to use the third piece of letter: "Dad, why don't you say I'll write it?" Paper is expensive. ”

Meng Haiyang choked for a moment, he was angry but the waste of paper was a fact, he originally planned to let Meng Zhengbang write it, but when he saw Shen Linglong's smiling eyes, he put the pen and paper in front of Shen Linglong in a moment's anger: "You come!" The conditions you just put forward and the negotiation results that you and I have determined, you write the best! ”

Meng Zhengbang turned his head sharply and stared at Shen Linglong tightly, he was a little nervous, obviously worried that Shen Linglong would also waste paper like his father.

Shen Linglong glanced at Meng Haiyang in surprise and asked, "Uncle Meng, are you sure?" ”

She has drafted a lot of contracts, and she has found a lot of loopholes in the legal stripes in the future, and her professional instinct will make her set a literal trap.

It's still hard to see.

Meng Haiyang didn't know Shen Linglong's thoughts, he said, "You can't write?" ”

"My mother's handwriting looks good!" Xiaofu was not convinced when he heard this, Shen Linglong was amazing in his heart, the kind that no one could compare.

Xiaomei is a repeater, she followed Huo Huo: "My mother's handwriting is beautiful!" ”

Meng Haiyang didn't believe it, and glanced at Shen Linglong suspiciously, he didn't know Chen Chi's daughter-in-law, just a country woman, although she had a flexible brain in business, it didn't mean that she could write a good hand.

It's his son, who deals with books all day long, so he barely manages to write a neat and beautiful font.

The word is good, this kind of thing, the requirements are high. What can two children know?

Shen Linglong took the pen and paper under Meng Haiyang's disbelieving gaze, and wrote two sheets freely.

Also two contracts.

One is divided into four and six, and one is divided into two and eight.

The meaning of the above is clear, and the time limit is also very clear, and even the matter of teaching Meng Wuya to do business has been recorded.

I have all the things that are required by the contract, and I often write about this kind of thing at first glance.

These Meng Haiyang are not surprised, after all, Shen Linglong has one mouth, and she talks about business so neatly, she will definitely not be able to do it without training.

What surprised Meng Haiyang the most was Shen Linglong's words.

What a good word!

Particularly chic font.

has a backbone, with a person like Meng Haiyang who has seen a lot of people in the market, he can't help but appreciate it, just like the calligraphy of everyone in his heart.

Meng Haiyang is like this, not to mention his nerdy son.

When he saw Shen Linglong's words, Meng Zhengbang's eyes lit up under the thick lenses, and he snatched the two contracts excitedly, looking at Shen Linglong's words with great fascination.

Like an old pedant, he pushed his lenses and studied them carefully.

Shen Linglong: "......"

When she was a child, she lived next door to a reclusive calligrapher, and she learned from her and practiced for more than 20 years, which led to today's font.

"Uncle Meng, your son has a wide range of interests, but I didn't expect to have such a good study of fonts." Shen Linglong glanced at Meng Zhengbang several times, to be honest, when she saw the book on calculus, she felt that Meng Zhengbang was a science student, after all, no liberal arts student could read calculus so interestingly.

But I didn't expect this kid to be very fond of fonts.

Meng Haiyang was sad and relieved about his son's addiction to learning, and when he heard Shen Linglong's appreciation, the sadness was also dissipated, and he was even a little proud.

He said, "That's that, and I don't see whose son it is." ”

Such a compliment, but the person concerned didn't care about it at all, and focused on Shen Linglong's two words.

This made Meng Haiyang very boring, he patted the table in front of Meng Zhengbang very unhappily, and pretended to be impatient: "Okay, okay, can't you take a little time to put down your studies?" ”

"This is a contract, it's just one, you Sister Shen have to write three more!"

Shen Linglong glanced at Meng Haiyang, and did not pierce his fake happiness troubles.

Instead, he said to Meng Zhengbang: "Zhengbang, if you really like it so much, I can write another big character for you, and you can imitate it." ”

"Words are practiced, and I have been practicing this word for more than 20 years."

When Meng Zhengbang heard this, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Shen Linglong and asked, "Just, do you practice by yourself?" ”

Shen Linglong was about to deny it, but after thinking about it, there was no one around her who let her learn words.

She paused and said, "No, I went to school with a book, but I lost that book." ”

Shen Linglong found the perfect reason, and Meng Zhengbang lowered his head a little lost.

But suddenly, this child seemed to be resurrected with full blood, looked at Shen Linglong with blank eyes, and asked cautiously: "I, can I really learn?" ”

Shen Linglong was puzzled: "Of course, after I write the contract with your father, I will write you in big characters, the kind of comparison." ”

Hearing this, Meng Zhengbang immediately handed the contract in his hand to Shen Linglong, urging her to hurry up with his eyes.

And Meng Zhengbang's father, Meng Haiyang, has been completely ignored by Meng Zhengbang, which makes Meng Haiyang so angry that he has nowhere to attack.

Not to mention that Shen Linglong can't wait to see his jokes, just his son, I'm afraid that if he loses his temper, he will be stunned and confused!

Meng Haiyang had to hold his stomach, waiting for Shen Linglong to write the contract, and after signing and pressing, he held a contract each, and handed over the remaining one to Chen Chi to be a witness.

After doing this, Meng Haiyang left in a huff, and dragged Meng Wuya away, saying that he was taking this kid to make a new sample.

As soon as Shen Linglong heard it, she knew that Meng Haiyang had taken Meng Wuya to see the treasured fabrics in a certain cellar.

She suppressed her curiosity, sat at the table of the Eight Immortals, and slowly wrote a gesture to Meng Zhengbang under Meng Zhengbang's urging sight, and at the same time told Meng Zhengbang about the sense of ritual that writing should have, as well as herself, as well as the summary given by everyone who taught her to write.