Su Ping was dumbfounded. He looked at Dong Muyun, who was flushed with excitement, a mix of indignation and exasperation filling him.
"What are you doing?!"
Dong Muyun looked at Su Ping, who resembled a bashful bride, and let out a hearty laugh. "Why so shy, huh? Miss Qin isn't here right now..."
"Pah! What does she have to do with this?"
Su Ping wiped the lipstick marks and saliva from his face with a look of disgust.
Dong Muyun didn't seem to mind. She looked at Su Ping with sparkling eyes. "When shall we establish the company? Tell me, how much of the shares do you want?"
Seeing the excited Dong Muyun, Su Ping had reason to suspect this woman had been waiting here for him.
"You tell me," Su Ping said.
"Fifty percent, how about that? You provide the formula, and I'll handle the initial investment, production, distribution channels, product stocking, raw materials, labor, premises, and all other issues!"