Chopsticks paused or were set down. Zeng Haiyan had only just opened her can of beer, and bubbles were still foaming out.
"Nuomi and I discussed it over the past couple of days. We're making the following adjustments to Mimo's shares."
Wei Zijin's hands stopped peeling her shrimp. Zhao Nan held her chopsticks between her teeth, looking first at Xiao Mo, then at Wang Xiaoliang.
Nuomi sat motionless in the corner. She knew.
Wang Xiaoliang kept eating too. He also knew.
"After the adjustment, Nuomi and I will hold fifty percent. Xiaoliang and Zijin will hold thirty percent."
Wei Zijin's hands went completely still. The shrimp was half peeled, a section of pink flesh exposed, held there between her fingertips.
She turned to look at Wang Xiaoliang.
Wang Xiaoliang was bringing a mouthful of shredded potatoes to his lips. Sensing her gaze, he turned and smiled at her.
The meaning was simple-don't rush, just listen.
Wei Zijin looked away without a word. She lowered her head, deftly finished peeling the shrimp, and placed it on the plate in front of Wang Xiaoliang.
"Haiyan, ten percent. Nannan, ten percent."
The room fell silent.
A chair leg scraped against the floor. It wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly grating in the silence.
Zeng Haiyan was the first to respond.
"President Xiao, I don't need it." She set her beer can on the table and waved her hands twice. "Really, I don't. All I did was some legwork. Taking live calls was nothing."
Zhao Nan chimed in, "Exactly, same here. I just helped out with odd jobs."
Xiao Mo didn't look at either of them. He lowered his head and took a bite of food, only speaking after he finished chewing.
"This was a victory for the whole team. Now that it's time