Zeng Haiyan signed for three years.
Rather than negotiating one session at a time, they bundled three years together.
Wang Xiaoliang had not been involved at all. He knew nothing about the specific terms, the revenue split, or how it would work.
Nor did he intend to ask.
But when Zeng Haiyan came out of Xiao Mo's office, she could barely contain her smile. She kept trying to press the corners of her mouth down, but they still curled up.
The terms could not have been bad.
That evening, Wang Xiaoliang invited Wei Zijin over too, and they had a celebratory dinner with drinks.
Throughout the meal, Zeng Haiyan single-handedly kept the whole table lively, talking nonstop.
The following afternoon, Zeng Haiyan came again.
This time, she did not go to see Xiao Mo. She went straight into Wang Xiaoliang's office, carrying two bags, and set them on his desk.
Two latest-model Apple iPhones.
"Xiaoliang, these are thank-you gifts. You have to accept them."
"But-"
Zeng Haiyan gave him no chance to speak. She pushed the bags across the desk, turned, and left.
"I'm heading out. I'll treat you and your wife to dinner another day."
She was already out the door.
Wang Xiaoliang stared at the boxes on his desk for a long while, then picked up his phone and called Wei Zijin.
"Haiyan gave us two phones. I don't think it's quite appropriate."
"Keep them." Wei Zijin paused on the other end. "Don't you know what Haiyan's like? If she were just being polite, she wouldn't have bought two. She genuinely wants to thank us. If you give them back, she'll feel bad instead."
Wang Xiaoliang said nothing more.
He had thought of the words in the Book of Fate: do not take advantage of others for financial