"Tell me exactly what you're thinking, how do you want to do this?" An Yiqing sat down, ready for a lengthy conversation with Bai Yiming.
"It's quite simple. You provide the recipe and some of the medicinal ingredients, and I'll handle the rest. For the profits, we do a sixty-forty split. If it loses money, the loss is all on me."
An Yiqing looked at Bai Yiming with surprise, as if she were looking at an idiot.
"Girl, don't look at me as if I'm an idiot," Bai Yiming said, rolling his eyes in annoyance. Before An Yiqing could react, he reached out and gently patted the top of her head, "Do you think I don't mind giving you a larger share? But I've figured it out, no matter how much money I invest or how much I operate, if your recipe is not up to par, the wine won't sell well. For the long term, I think it's better to give you a bit of an advantage."