"Why don't you just drop dead? Factories don't cost money? Worker wages don't cost money? Equipment don't cost money? Packaging don't cost money? Advertising don't cost money? Am I running around working my ass off just to take one percent?"
Song Yidao was beyond contemptuous.
"Heh, take it or leave it. One percent is little? Once this kind of booze hits the market, the whole world is going to go crazy. Sell a few trillion a year and you'll be laughing yourself to death, and you still think it's too little?"
"Did you go crazy wanting money? Keep dreaming. Even if it really turns out like that, in a split second the whole world will harmonize the two of us."
...The two mouth-cannons went back and forth talking nonsense at each other, playing to their hearts' content.
"Boss, where should I put the stuff?"
Xiong Da's voice came from the doorway, the bear-like man carrying a wooden crate on his shoulder, with a long line of crate-bearers behind him...
"Carry it to the garage for me. If the garage can't hold it, put it in the house for me. If the house can't hold it, throw it in the courtyard for me, understand?"
Bai Yang reached out and pointed, finishing it off.
Then he pointed at Song Yidao and said, "After you guys put the stuff down, sorry for the trouble, help me throw this one out..."
"You're ruthless, I'm not through with you, just you wait."
Song Yidao suffered a complete defeat, walking up to the X6 with a young lady's support.
"I'm calling Liu Qingshan right this second to get you killed, you grandson."
Bai Yang immediately cast rebound damage.
"I call... take that and go buy yourself a coffin."
Song Yidao tossed a check out of the