"That's more like it." Yang Fan nodded in satisfaction.
In truth, Yang Fan wasn't short of money.
But the profits from this Secret Realm were no small sum, after all.
Lu Mingshi's role in the company was simply to take the blame for him.
He wouldn't need to lift a finger from beginning to end.
Yang Fan had already paid him more than enough in wages.
And now he wanted to walk away with long-term returns worth tens of trillions of Divinity Points just by showing his face?
What was he thinking?
Yang Fan had money, but that didn't mean he was an idiot.
"You..."
Han Qing looked at Lu Mingshi, utterly speechless.
"What exactly are you after?"
"Is there something wrong with the brains of you shut-ins?"
In her eyes, that applied even more to a Third-Order God like Lu Mingshi.
Even a divine lifeform that had signed a divine vassal contract deserved a corresponding share of the profits after doing the work.
Let alone a prodigy of Lu Mingshi's caliber.
His combat prowess was practically unrivaled among his peers, and he was a top-tier figure whom all the megacorporations were scrambling to recruit.
Yet now, he was voluntarily handing such enormous profits to someone else.
Hadn't he lost his mind?
Moreover, once the contract was signed, all future proceeds would be deposited directly into the designated accounts according to its terms.
Han Qing truly couldn't understand it.
"Miss."
Lu Mingshi, however, frowned.
"Please watch your words."
"How I do my job is my business."
He hadn't received a single penny of the share.
It would have been a lie to say he wasn't disappointed.
With tens of trillions of Divinity Points sitting before them, who wouldn't be tempted?
But Lu Mingshi didn't think there was anything wrong with