"One and a half million, that's all. My life was saved by you, and even if you asked for five million, I would borrow money to give you," Fang Bing said earnestly, "Also, even though my Happy Little Kitchen is doing alright, in Zhiyun it's still just a third-rate restaurant. It's extremely difficult to expand and grow. The scale it has reached today is entirely because of your Huang Liang Crayfish, oh, and now there's the Spicy Stir-Fried Eel Shreds as well."
"So, if we're really talking about it, I'm the one who's made a profit."
Thinking back to the discussion of the partnership a few days ago, she had intentionally given Liang Jingxian a bigger cut, settling on a sixty-forty split. Now it seemed, even if it were eighty-twenty, she was still the one making a profit.
"Alright, then I won't be polite," Liang Jingxian said, no longer continuing the pleasantries, seeing as the crayfish farming was an urgent matter.