"All you need to do is sign here, then pay the amount stated in our contract. After that, come with us to the Industrial Administration Bureau to transfer ownership. You'll be the owner of this chemical plant."
In a dedicated reception sofa in the corner of the hotel lobby.
Yang Ming and Kolev leaned back in perfect unison, their expressions nearly identical.
Slightly excited.
Filled with doubt.
How could such a good thing happen?
A million Federal Currency for a fully equipped, steadily profitable chemical plant?
Never mind anything else. The plant's operating license alone was worth several million Federal Currency.
And several of its products were indispensable catalysts in rhodium-6 ring production!
Although it was only a medium-sized chemical plant, this was an incredibly profitable deal.
"Uncle Haton," Yang Ming leaned toward Kolev's ear and whispered, "the old lady's gift?"
Kolev asked doubtfully, "Could there be some kind of trap involving the production patents?"
The sharply dressed professional manager smiled and reminded them:
"I have to say, you're both incredibly lucky. This plant only needs to operate for half a year to repay your investment. It's located on the outskirts of Yilando City, and its environmental protection system and core production workshop were upgraded just six months ago. It won't need any maintenance investment for nearly ten years."
Yang Ming and Kolev grew even more suspicious.
"Sign it, Uncle." Yang Ming winked at Kolev. "There's nothing wrong with this contract."
"Oh," Kolev said quietly. "I've always wanted you to establish yourself independently. How about we make this deal in your name?"
"No, no, no, Uncle." Yang Ming curled his lip. "I think there might be a trap here. There's no such thing as a free lunch."
Kolev cursed, "Then why did you ask me to sign it?"
"You have