Ma Bence, aka Long Yifan, instantly regretted asking for a low profit percentage.
'Stupid! I am so stupid! If only I had kept my mouth shut! Now, Gu Jin will start to doubt me! What should I do?'
Gu Jin was too smart. She always noticed things other people didn't.
He quickly cleared his throat.
"I just think Unique has great potential," he said smoothly. "If I ask for too much, it might slow down its growth. And I don't like wasting opportunities."
Gu Jin stared at him, her sharp eyes studying his every move.
Long Yifan stayed still, hoping she wouldn't push further.
After a long moment, she leaned back in her chair. "Fine," she said. "1% it is."
Long Yifan almost sighed in relief.
Almost.
"But…" Gu Jin continued.
His body tensed.
"You remind me of someone," she said, tapping her fingers against the table.
Long Yifan forced a chuckle. "Many people say that. I must have a common way of speaking."
Gu Jin's lips curled slightly, but she didn't press the topic.
For now.
