"It’s only small tools and parts. The largest ones are ten small-scale workstations."
Qin Guan took He Qian’s card out of his elegant silver card holder. He waved it before Zhang Zhenqian. "Have you heard of Stanley? I prepare small things for them."
Zhang laughed. "You want to buy stock from these guys? They might have just entered the Chinese market, but they are no idiots."
"If I succeed, will you agree to the shares I suggested?" Qin Guan asked confidently.
Zhang's brain was working fervently. No! The ticked objects were screaming at him, reminding him of the considerable profits. He licked his dry lips and said decisively, "If you convince Stanley, then yes. I’ll accept your proposal."
Qin Guan clapped his hands. "Okay! If I convince Stanley, we’ll split the profits eighty to twenty. If we get all three projects, it’ll be forty to sixty. I think Brother Bu and Wang would like to give you a hand."