Prejudice

Yang Feng opened his mouth, but Zhao Lifei beat him to the chase. "Please don't try to negotiate further, President Yang. 14% is my final offer, take it or leave it. It's already significantly lower than my previous 30%."

Her eyes trailed over to Su Meixiu and Chen Gaonan. "And besides, it's the least you can do as compensation for the blatant disrespect your people have shown me."

Yang Feng found himself humored by the expression on her face, his sour mood becoming a bit better. She was confident and powerful in her own right, it instantly drew him towards her more and more. He realized then, he had underestimated her abilities.

His lips curved into a slight smirk, "It's a deal then."

The two lawyers he brought with him immediately pulled out a laptop and revised the entire contract on the spot. Within less than five minutes, a new stack of papers was wirelessly printed in the room and handed to Huo Qiudong who personally handed it to his boss with two hands.