"President Zhang, you're here."
The moment he entered the sales office, several salespeople greeted him ingratiatingly.
Zhang Xiangui nodded in response, every inch the imposing boss. It was hard to connect him with the pervert who had been sprawled on the floor earlier and clearly knew how to have fun.
"President Zhang, President Qian and President Qin are resting in the lounge on the third floor. Would you like to go up?"
A fairly attractive female sales manager in business attire hurried over and spoke in a low voice.
"They're here too?" Zhang Xiangui asked in surprise. "When did they arrive?"
"President Qian came this morning. President Qin only arrived not long ago. They both had lunch here," the sales manager said.
"Alright, I understand. There's nothing for you to do here. Go on," Zhang Xiangui said.
"Yes, President Zhang," the female manager replied.
"What a coincidence. I happen to need to talk to them about the construction site." Zhang Xiangui turned back and said, "You don't mind coming along, do you?"
"Since all the important people are here today, why not discuss this deal now?" Yang Jian said.
"Young people are always impatient. If you can really do it, that would naturally be best. But a deal this big can't possibly be settled in a single day. Business isn't that simple," Zhang Xiangui said with a smile.
The reason he was willing to work with Yang Jian was not because he truly wanted to give him such a large share of the profits.
He wanted to buy his family some insurance.
If Yang Jian could truly resolve supernatural incidents, Zhang Xiangui naturally would not mind establishing a long-term partnership with such a special talent.
As for forty percent of the profits, that was only possible if he could acquire