"Sister Ah Qing, aren't those words a bit too bold? The clothes we're making are based on my cousin's designs."
"Just say whether we're betting or not."
"Betting." Liang Weixiang spoke up, "Ah Qing, if our clothes sell tomorrow, we split fifty-fifty. If they don't sell, how about the seventy-thirty split you mentioned?"
"No matter how you negotiate, you can't get fifty percent. At most, sixty-forty. But I guarantee our signed agreement will be seventy-thirty tomorrow. I take seventy, you take thirty."
Liang Weixiang and her daughter hesitated as Ye Qing spoke so confidently.
Ye Qing remained calm and added, "You know, if the volume is large, even thirty percent can't amount to a small sum."
Liang Weixiang threw caution to the wind, slammed the table, and shouted, "Betting!"
The loud noise startled the kids inside the room, waking them and causing them to cry.
Qiu Hualan quickly ran inside, drawing a displeased look from Ye Qing at Liang Weixiang.
