Luo Pu was nearly fifty and had met countless people over the years. He had seen many young people with talent and ambition. But it was rare to find someone Cheng Lang's age who could handle people and situations with such smooth sophistication. Luo Pu vaguely felt that although this young man was all sweet words and goodwill now, if Luo Pu ever harmed his interests in their future cooperation, Cheng Lang would likely turn hostile without hesitation.
At that thought, Luo Pu glanced at Shen Huaiyu without drawing attention to it. He found it very puzzling. How had this innocent-looking son of an old family friend gotten to know such a young man? Perhaps because they were both young? Perhaps Cheng Lang had felt sympathy after seeing Shen Huaiyu's circumstances?
Luo Pu had many guesses, but none showed on his face. He flipped through the contract template and found that its clauses were rigorous and thorough, clearly defining the rights and obligations of all three parties. There was nothing to criticize, so he signed it readily.
The reason he signed so cleanly was simply that, to Luo Pu, this cooperation was merely a way to help the son of an old friend within his means. No matter how the two boys went about things, at worst he would lose one production line. Besides, the expenses for setting up the production line, training employees, and renting the workshop were all clearly stated in the contract to be shared equally among the three parties. After weighing the pros and cons, Luo Pu felt he had little to lose. He had never intended to seize the boys' business.
What he did not know was that, in Cheng Lang's eyes, this straightforward generosity had invisibly dissolved much of his suspicion and wariness.
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