C3721 Eat the Meat or Drink the Soup
C3721 Eat the Meat or Drink the Soup
They don't want to pay ten percent of their profits for a material. When the manager walked out of the door in a hurry, the five sisters were relieved. It was good that he was interested. If he was interested, the business would be half successful.
The Supreme Pavilion was not surprising to the manager's appearance, and the manager was not surprised at all by his calmness.
"You're here to freeload again? It's your turn to treat me." The Warrior spoke first.
"If you are willing to be my friend, I can treat you every day," the manager said.
"It must be very happy to be your friend," the Warrior said.
"They also have different people," the manager said.
"In that case, I should be honored," the Warrior said.
"Today, I should add two more dishes." The manager swept his gaze across the table. There were six dishes, and two of them would be enough. There were a lot of them, but two of the signature dishes were missing.
"Don't. I'm afraid of wasting them," the Warrior said.
"Don't worry, although I'm a life player, my appetite is not bad," the manager said.
"You don't understand what I mean. I'm afraid you will flip the table later." The Warrior said.
"I believe you are a smart person." The manager said.
"One person for himself," the Warrior said.
"Your conditions changed?" The manager narrowed his eyes.
"That was then and that is now," the Warrior said.
"Speak your conditions." The manager stared at the Warrior with a sharp gaze.
The Warrior slowly reached out his right hand with all five fingers spread open. He said calmly but firmly: "You and I will cooperate. I will give you the Hell Tiger Cane, and the profits will be split in half, fifty percent each."
The manager's eyes suddenly shrank, and then exploded. He suppressed his anger: "Cooperation? On what basis? Are you worthy? "
"I have the Hell Tiger Cane." The Warrior said.
"In this world, no one can bargain with the Divine Immortal Pavilion." The manager said in an unquestionable tone.
"I have the Hell Tiger Cane." The Warrior's tone was calm.
"Do you know how much The Divine Immortal Pavilion has cost? You just want to take away half of the profit." The manager's tone became a bit higher.
"I have the Hell Tiger Staff." The Warrior said again.
"Is this the attitude of a businessman?" The manager was so angry that he didn't even want to speak.
"It's voluntary," the Warrior said.
The manager stared at him, breathing hard. It took a moment for him to calm down and speak slowly: "You want to make money, so does The Divine Pavilion."
"Go and find someone who can make the decision and talk to me." After saying that, the Warrior ignored the manager and started to concentrate on eating. The manager clenched his fists. After a long while, he gave up on the idea of talking and left the Supreme Pavilion.
The manager returned to the Divine Immortal Pavilion and reported the conditions of the Warrior to the shareholders; just as expected, the shareholders were furious.
"What is it? A small player dares to extort our Divine Immortal Pavilion. He's too arrogant."
"He doesn't know what death is. This kind of person should be cut into eight pieces and sent to the 18 levels of hell. He actually dares to ask for 50% of the profits."
"He doesn't know the difference between heaven and earth. Let's not talk about it anymore. Send someone to kill him. After killing him a few more times, he will be obedient."
...
The shareholders were all angry. However, after the anger, they started to think. Now that they didn't have the Hell Tiger Cane anymore, they couldn't get much even if they bought it everywhere. They couldn't use it much. Without the Hell Tiger Cane, even if they had the formula, they wouldn't be able to make any money. The only way was if the researchers changed the recipe and changed the materials, but the success rate should be close to zero.
"Let's have a discussion. Business has to be done. We can't just watch and do nothing. However, we have to make a lot of money. We can't let outsiders take advantage of us." The oldest shareholder spoke.
The chairman of the board of directors leaned against the chair and looked at the ceiling. No one knew what he was thinking about. The other shareholders all expressed their opinions. The manager sat at the bottom and felt helpless for the first time.
No matter how many tricks were used on the negotiation table, it could not compare to the practical use of a single trump card. The Warrior had a trump card, but the Divine Immortal Pavilion didn't, which meant that the Divine Immortal Pavilion would be at a disadvantage during the negotiations.
In fact, no matter how much they discussed, it would be useless unless the Warrior lowered his own requirements. If it was any other time, stalling would also be a method, but the Divine Immortal Pavilion didn't dare to delay it now. How many people had studied the Scarlet Flame Green Golden Clay Ant? Even if they didn't have ten thousand, they still had eight thousand. If when they delayed, someone else would develop the antidote, and the dividends would be transferred to someone else, and it would have nothing to do with the Divine Immortal Pavilion.
The argument went on for more than an hour, but there was still no result. Some people felt that it was necessary to compromise, to compromise, that everyone would have money to earn, that no one would have money, and that although the Divine Celestial Pavilion didn't seem to count, the Divine Celestial Pavilion was a big business, and if they didn't make money every day, they would be losing money. And some of the stockholders felt they couldn't compromise. They were afraid of the beginning of anything, the first time, and the next time they did business, they wouldn't be able to do it.
The Divine Immortal Pavilion had spent a great deal of manpower, material resources, and financial resources in order to research the formula. Scientists could not take advantage of this. They experimented with one material after another, and it had taken them more than thirty thousand hours to find the Hell Tiger Cane. How many sleepless nights had it taken to find the Divine Immortal Pavilion?
No one else would have been able to accept a man who had come out of nowhere and tried to take half the profits. In the end, they couldn't convince each other, so they all looked to the chairman of the board of directors at the same time.
"Agree to it!" The chairman's tone was very calm.
"But -" The opposition immediately became anxious.
"It's better to lose face and earn money. Think about it and think about it, and then it's easy to understand, and if you can't figure it out, keep thinking about it until you figure it out and the meeting is over." The chairman made the final decision.
The manager felt mixed emotions, disappointment, and relief. What he couldn't do himself couldn't be done by the board of directors. It wasn't that he was incompetent, but the fact that the mighty Divine Immortal Pavilion would have to bow down to an Independent Player was humiliating.
In the attic, the five sisters were relieved to see the expression on the manager's face as he walked out of the door. The manager's expression told them everything, and it was done. Approximately half an hour after the manager walked into Supreme Pavilion, Warrior sent a message to Hua.
'Sign the contract!'
- From [Miggle Reading]