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"Me?" Manager Yan was astonished, "30%?"

He kept his voice very low.

Not to mention whether they recognized him or would listen to him, how would he negotiate that 30%?

The small bar in the corner was a bit low, with fluffy sofas placed around it, and Bai Lian sat in the middle, appearing somewhat leisurely but the innate dignity could not be concealed, "Yes."

When he lowered his eyes, that casual yet dignified tension naturally revealed itself.

Suddenly, Director Chen sat up straight. He turned to Manager Yan, his face expressionless: "If they told you to go, then go."

With Mr. Chen and Miss Bai asking him to do so, there must be good reason.

Manager Yan stood up, his demeanor becoming instantly composed.

"Mr. Mao," said Nagano as he laid out the documents, his petite moustache shining with joy, "Pleasure doing business."

"Mr. Mao, our company also has a proposal."

His Mandarin almost overlapped with a voice behind him.