I have ten trillion licking dog gold

A self-introduction doesn't need to be lengthy.

Even a few concise words can leave a general impression.

The Zhou dynasty in the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties.

It's obvious that they're completely cut off from ordinary people.

Fang Qing quickly composed herself and nodded in acknowledgment, "Hello."

Jiang Chen closed the door.

"Young Master Zhou came to see you, but he knocked on the wrong door."

Zhou Shaohua smiled and said, "It was a lucky accident."

"I'm going out for a walk, you guys chat."

"no, I'm fine."

Mr. Jiang, the host, was very polite, and the guests were also very tactful.

Seeing that the other party did not require him to leave, Boss Jiang did not hesitate, and the three of them sat down in turn.

"Here you go, remember to pick it up later." Jiang Chen gestured to the gift on the low table.

Zhou Shaohua was about to say something, but before he could, Fang Qing spoke first.

"Everyone who sees it has a share."

Zhou Shaohua smiled in surprise.

in case.

It's just a hypothetical situation.

If he had met and gotten to know them before all this happened, he probably wouldn't have minded being friends with them.

but.

That's life.

There will always be an order, sooner or later.

"Does Young Master Zhou recognize me?"

The two men chatted on and on for a while, but as soon as Fang Qing arrived, they changed their style and got straight to the point. Perhaps this is just the habit of legal professionals.

"I came here because of its reputation."

Zhou Shaohua remained as scholarly as ever, continuing to flaunt his cultural knowledge. Indeed, cultured people are more likely to gain favor and make it easier to get closer to others. But there's another term: "refined scoundrel."

Like Boss Jiang.

He never flaunts his status as a top student.

Without making eye contact with anyone, Fang Qing smiled faintly, her politeness tinged with obvious aloofness.

"No reward for no merit."

"It's just a small token of my appreciation. It's not worth much money."

Zhou Shao finally got to the point, "It's getting late, Ms. Fang, so I'll get straight to the point. I deeply admire Ms. Fang's talent and noble character. There are many legal professionals, but those who are willing to speak out for justice and uphold their principles are, frankly, rare in Ms. Fang's profession. I sincerely admire Ms. Fang's willingness to defend that urban management officer in Kyoto pro bono, and I am proud to have a fellow townsman like Ms. Fang."

I really came here because of its reputation.

However, to make a long story short, it's not short at all.

of course.

When meeting for the first time, some groundwork is necessary. After making thorough preparations, the quick-witted Zhou Shao explained his purpose.

"I'm here to seek cooperation with Miss Fang."

"which aspect?"

“Our Shacheng lacks legal elites like Ms. Fang, so I would like to leverage Ms. Fang’s talent to safeguard the businesses in our Shacheng. I must clarify that this is a collaboration, not an employment relationship. I know that Shacheng is too small for Ms. Fang, and we will not restrict her. Ms. Fang can continue to pursue her career. We have no subordinate relationship; we are equals.”

This model is very common and is one of the main operating models for many law firms.

Most companies lack the time and resources to build their own legal systems, so they typically partner with law firms to outsource this part of their business.

It's like an ordinary person paying for an insurance policy.

When things are going well, everyone is busy with their own things. But when something goes wrong, the other party will step in and help you resolve it.

"Which company does Young Master Zhou own?"

"Greenland Group"

Zhou Shaohua answered with unusually quickness.

The expressions of the two listeners were completely calm and quiet, just like the night outside.

They were just using his humble room to discuss business. Boss Jiang was very tactful and immediately fell silent after Fang Qing came in, acting as A, B, C, and D without saying a word.

"It seems the owner of Greenland doesn't have the surname Zhou. Is Young Master Zhou a senior executive at Greenland?"

Zhou Shao smiled wryly.

"No."

"Can Zhou Shao make decisions for Greenland Group?"

That's what you call concise and to the point. Legal professionals should do it this way, since lawyers normally have to pay to speak.

"can."

Fang Qing asked directly, and Zhou Shaohua answered just as bluntly, "Otherwise, what would be the point of me coming here tonight? To waste your time?"

It doesn't seem like he was carrying thorns to apologize.

It seems more like an attempt to turn hostility into friendship.

There are no permanent enemies or friends, only permanent interests—this age-old truth is something everyone understands.

Since neither of us are insignificant figures, why not shake hands, make peace, or even turn enemies into friends?
Isn't this how networks of relationships are woven?

Zhou Shao came with good intentions, but Fang Qing did not appreciate it.

"My energy is limited, Mr. Zhou, please find someone else."

Zhou Shaohua's expression stiffened slightly, probably because he couldn't accept such a blunt rejection, but he still chose to remain calm and give both sides another chance.

"Ms. Fang, there's no need to rush into a decision. You can think it over carefully before giving me an answer. We are very sincere."

Fang Qing was about to speak again, but Boss Jiang, who could tell that Fang Qing's heart wasn't actually that strong, spoke up first, no longer pretending to be deaf and mute, effectively easing the tense atmosphere.

"Young Master Zhou, you need to show some sincerity."

Yeah.

I still have to remind you.

Just talk and don't practice fake grips.

Anyone can say nice things.

She's not some naive young girl who can be fooled by simple sweet talk.

Zhou Shaohua glanced at Boss Jiang, then stood up. He was somewhat teachable, but…

What did he bring?
They even picked up the cigarettes and alcohol from the low table.

what's going on?

It's because they feel they have to put it in front of others even though they haven't seen it.

Or.

Is this his "heavy" sincerity?

"We will absolutely not mistreat Miss Fang."

Most people would probably burst out laughing.

Using these ordinary cigarettes and alcohol to test a lawyer who has already made a name for himself and broken through the encirclement?

Which excellent lawyer couldn't withstand such a test?

To put it bluntly, this is almost an insult.

Mr. Jiang, who was acting as the "middleman," looked a little sullen. Just as he was about to speak, he saw that the other party was still making movements after putting down the bag.

Oh.

I didn't look carefully.

The bag contained more than just cigarettes and alcohol.

There was also a metal box inside, which looked like the packaging for health supplements.

After taking the tin box out, Zhou Shao placed it on the coffee table and pushed it toward Fang Qing.

Look.

Never make a decision too early.

I almost wrongly accused them.

Having completed his mission, Boss Jiang fell silent again.

"What."

Fang Qing shifted her gaze from the iron box to Zhou Shao of Xia Shang Zhou.

"Miss Fang, you'll know once you open it."

RMB?

It's unlikely.

It's not like we're dealing with Zhang Zhongquan. This box is probably only 40×30cm on each side. Even if we fill it up completely without leaving any gaps, how much money can it hold?

Even US dollars wouldn't be enough.

gold?

If it really is filled with gold bars, then considering the current gold price, it's quite a considerable amount.

Since the other party has already asked us to open it, there's no need for any formalities.

Fang Qing reached out her hand.

When the lid was lifted, instead of a dazzling light, what lay inside the box was not a gleaming gold bar, but a piece of paper.

Do you think you're funny by pretending to be a ghost or spirit?
Fang Qing remained expressionless, put the lid down, and then picked up the document.

Equity Transfer Agreement

The value of a substance is not determined by its weight.

For example, if you were lost in a vast desert, would you need gold?

No. A ton of gold is not worth as much as a 350ml bottle of mineral water.

The same goes for paper.

Some paper is just paper and can only be used in the toilet, while other paper is not ordinary paper.

Fang Qing opened the title page and quickly skimmed through it, like a lawyer.

"Is Miss Fang satisfied?"

Zhou Shaohua remained calm and composed, exuding a sense of confidence and composure.

Those who achieve great things must be able to bend and stretch, and not be bound by trivialities.

He didn't try to be stingy or haggle over the price; he showed the utmost sincerity from the start.

He is not a vegetable farmer at the market.

Fang Qing didn't say anything, but simply handed the "Equity Transfer Agreement" to someone who was clearly the main character but was sitting on the sidelines watching.

"You can just look at it."

"Just look at it."

Okay.

It has to be done.

Do you really think that just because there are outsiders around, you'll act all gentle? Princess Qing has always been straightforward and outspoken, daring to love and hate.

Zhou Shaohua kept his eyes down, pretending not to hear anything. Why should men make things difficult for other men?

Immediately, Mr. Jiang, who had become docile, stopped talking and accepted the "Equity Agreement".

Logically, something so important should never be shown to unrelated people, but Zhou Shaohua, who should have stopped him, remained unmoved.

Did they really knock on the wrong door?
The adult world values ​​decency.

Keeping that thin veil of secrecy is beneficial to everyone.

The old house, which the Martial Saint had likened to a shelter, fell silent once more, with only the sound of pages turning.

5%
It's all clearly written in black and white.

Despite its seemingly insignificant size, this equity stake undoubtedly represents considerable wealth, in conjunction with the scale of Greenland Group.

And it's practically free.

Say something.

It can be described as full of sincerity.

What defines a great person?

That's it.

What do you two think?

This time, we used two people directly.

After the foreplay, as the climax approaches, it's natural to be more honest.

"Young Master Zhou is magnanimous."

Jiang Chen looked up and placed the equity agreement on the coffee table. "I want to know, from whom did this equity come from?"

"Mr. Jiang, this is not an important question. With Ms. Fang joining us, Greenland will only become more and more prosperous. As the company gets better, everyone's shares will also appreciate in value, so what impact does it have on who contributes this 5%?"

Turning hostility into friendship is not enough.

A more sophisticated approach is to assimilate the enemy and turn them into a community of shared interests.

"This is a win-win cooperation, haha."

Zhou Shaohua's smile exuded composure, confidence, and the satisfaction of having planned everything.

True.

According to human nature.

Who would refuse a benefit offered to them?

Who would mind having a lot of money?

Moreover, from another perspective, this is an excellent opportunity for both sides to turn enemies into friends.

Why not trade a broken door for 5% equity?
Minor frictions are inevitable in life.

Under normal circumstances, Mr. Jiang, as the host, could open champagne at this point. Of course, judging from the environment of the house, there is probably no champagne. But taking out the beer from the refrigerator and clinking glasses would be fine. But who is Mr. Jiang?
He never takes the conventional path.

"What do you think."

He asked Fang Qing.

After all, it was the Fang family who got splashed with paint.

The Fang family are the victims.

Fang Qing shook her head, seemingly uninterested.

In this day and age, are there still women who treat money like dirt?
Do you know what a 5% stake in Greenland Group represents?
Zhou Shaohua felt that they knew, but still refused, which could only mean one thing.

Refusal to settle.

This means they're going to fight Zhou Shao to the very end.

Fight against the Zhou family?

Are you qualified?

"Five points, are you still not satisfied, Miss Fang?"

Zhou Shaohua suppressed his emotions, and his smile slowly faded.

"Has no one ever told Young Master Zhou that he can't take things that don't belong to him?"

Jiang Chen remained silent, secretly raising an eyebrow.

Princess Qing is indeed someone who hates evil as much as she wants.

"Is Miss Fang lecturing me?"

A cold glint flashed in Zhou Shaohua's eyes; he couldn't help it—it was his inherent pride at work.

"Since Greenland is willing to pay such a high price, why is it unwilling to use that cost for construction projects?"

Fang Qing then asked a question, as if she had stabbed the other person and then pulled the knife out.

"This question involves economics, or more specifically, Capital. Isn't Mr. Jiang also in business? He should be able to answer your question."

“He does business differently from you.”

Zhou Shaohua leaned back slightly, his smile completely gone.

"So, Miss Fang doesn't want to accept my sincerity."

"Greenland Group's achievements today are hard-won. Young Master Zhou, take it back."

The brilliance of highly intelligent people lies in their ability to insult without using vulgar language.

But Zhou Shaohua definitely understood.

He glanced at the agreement, which had been written with the blood and sweat of countless homeowners.

“Miss Fang is, after all, from Shacheng, and her parents still live there. Her ties to Shacheng cannot be severed.”

The traditional approach is to first use diplomacy before resorting to force.

Since the other party doesn't appreciate our kindness, we'll have to serve them something substantial.

Zhou Shao's threat was obvious, but was Qing Gege the kind of person who would compromise with power?

Moreover.

The Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties have all passed away. Can a single surname like Zhou represent power?
"My bond with Sand City is definitely unbreakable. But can you represent Sand City?"

Fang Qing asked.

Jiang Chen sighed inwardly.

He couldn't even win an argument with Qinggege; wasn't that just self-torture?

"I can."

Little did she know that the other party was a cut above, staring intently at Fang Qing, and giving a firm and unwavering answer that exuded domineering confidence.

Fang Qing smiled slightly.

"I don't think you can do it."

Jiang Chen couldn't help it, he really couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.

What could be more damaging to a man than this statement?

Zhou Shao, who had been barely able to control his emotions, suddenly stood up, his face trembling, his eyes filled with malice, like a big bad wolf in a fairy tale who had taken off his coat and was about to devour someone.

But was he facing Little Red Riding Hood?
Obviously not.

Fang Qing looked at him indifferently, which was infuriating.

That's still too technical.

Putting myself in his shoes, even Boss Jiang felt a tightness in his chest.

"very good."

Zhou Shaohua took a deep breath, bent down, and picked up the agreement.

"Tear."

The agreement was quickly torn to shreds and then thrown into the trash can.

So rude.

Shouldn't you take your own trash with you?

Of course.

Considering the other person's feelings, Mr. Jiang expressed his understanding, saying it was just throwing away trash and he didn't make a fuss about it.

"boom."

The door opened and closed repeatedly. Fortunately, it was replaced with a security door; otherwise, the old wooden door would most likely have collapsed.

"Ugh."

Jiang Chen sighed softly and shook his head.

"You've gotten into trouble again." (End of Chapter)