Ye Xinyan's points did seem reasonable. Retreating time and time again could only make the opponent more aggressive, couldn't it? The problem was, he wasn't her opponent, was he?
Jinrong looked at Ye Xinyan seriously. If this woman was pushed into a corner, she might actually do something desperate.
"Sit down and speak," Jinrong shook his head in resignation, saying, "Let's do it this way. I suppose Lady Qi has, as before, already drafted the contract. Bring the contract here, I'll have someone check it, and if there are no major issues, we'll transcribe two copies. We'll sign off on a thirty to seventy split."
Draft the hell! Ye Xinyan shot Jinrong a glare. How could she know where Jinrong would draw the line for cooperation?
"There isn't one," Ye Xinyan answered bluntly. "The little woman doesn't know to what extent Sixth Master is willing to cooperate with her. It's best that Sixth Master discusses it with your household and have your people draft the contract."