Wang Xiaoliang and Zhou Qiang both turned to look.
Huang Xueli stood in the doorway, his face wreathed in smiles, a briefcase in his hand.
"Zhou, Xiaoliang, having a chat?"
He walked in and reached back to shut the private room's door tightly behind him.
"Brother Huang!" Wang Xiaoliang hurried to his feet, the excitement still lingering on his face.
"Sit, sit. We're all brothers here. No need to stand on ceremony." Huang Xueli set his briefcase on a chair beside him and plopped down across from Zhou Qiang.
Without a word, Zhou Qiang unlocked his phone, opened the photo album, and handed it over.
"The accounts are all here. Manager Kong just left. Take a look, and ask if you have any questions."
Huang Xueli took the phone. His smile faded a little, and his expression grew focused.
He said nothing, swiping across the screen as he went through the photos of the accounts one by one.
Whenever he reached a section packed with figures, he spread two fingers to enlarge the image, carefully checked every decimal point, then zoomed back out.
He examined everything closely and finally reached the last summary sheet.
He stared at the total profit on the screen for a full half minute, his fingers unconsciously tapping the edge of the phone.
Then he raised his head and looked at Zhou Qiang.
"Zhou, total profit this month was almost sixty thousand. Taking the National Day holiday's impact into account, that's pretty good. But..."
His tone shifted.
"Isn't recovering two hundred thousand in capital a little too slow?"
"Zhou, are you satisfied with that?"
The moment Wang Xiaoliang heard that, it hit him.
Fuck...
What was I thinking just now?
*I was thinking about my seventeen thousand in dividends this month, twenty-five thousand with my salary,