Xie Hui took it and flipped through it page by page.
When he reached the third page, his hand stopped.
"No wonder you asked me how much waterproof paint costs."
"Finish reading first."
Xie Hui lowered his head and read for a few more minutes, then slapped the papers onto the desk.
"I understand the proposal. Use graffiti to draw people into the back courtyard and turn the exterior walls into advertising space-but instead of advertising for someone else, we'd be advertising our own food court."
"Exactly."
"It really is a good idea." Xie Hui rubbed his chin. "But whether it'll have the effect you're imagining once it's done, I can't picture it at all."
"Let me ask you one thing." Wang Xiaoliang stared at him. "Are you backing it or not?"
Wang Xiaoliang had never expected this reaction from Xie Hui. He had thought Xie Hui would be trying to hide his excitement after reading it.
Damn, he really is levelheaded, but an old fart is still an old fart.
Xie Hui said nothing. A few seconds passed.
"I'm backing it. But..."
He picked up the sheets and shook them.
"One hundred and ninety-five thousand. If we don't spend that money and let Medical Aesthetics pay for the advertising space, she'll pay to fix up the walls, we'll collect the rent, and we won't have to spend a cent. Now the company is putting in 195,000 to paint our own stuff on the walls. Sure, it'll look nice, but the second floor will sit empty, and we'll lose rent every day."
Wang Xiaoliang leaned against the edge of the desk, his fingers braced on its surface.
"If we put Medical Aesthetics ads on the walls, what will people walking past see? A cosmetic surgery hospital. Who'll go around the