Businessmen always prioritize profit, and in the face of sufficient profit, so-called face is worthless.
Just like now, after Guan Huarong put on an "I'm not playing with you anymore" attitude, Bi Quan hit him back with a contract.
Opening the contract on the table, Guan Huarong's eyes immediately narrowed: "Brother Bi, are you really giving me all the profits?"
"The black and white words are in your hands. As long as you sign your name, it's ironclad evidence. Is there anything more convincing than this?" Bi Quan said with a smile.
"Indeed, there is not." Guan Huarong exhaled, placed the contract back, and said, "But once I sign, I can never get off Brother Bi's ship."
Bi Quan laughed heartily: "Brother Guan, at our age, we all know that there are no free lunches. I can't harm you, and you can't harm me. We might as well be frank with each other."
"Please, go on."
