Chapter 481: You take 70%, I take 30%

By then, not only can we sell free-range chickens, we can also sell some of the day's seafood; profit won't be a problem, it's just a matter of how to open up sales channels.

Ye Cheng was thinking in his mind, everyone fell silent, even Li grandma looked at Ye Cheng anxiously.

After all, all the investment was made by Ye Cheng; they were just working for wages, and how much profit to give was up to him.

Her main idea now is to gather her several sons close by, so they don't go out causing trouble.

Zhu Liwen's face already looked a bit ugly; the old lady's offer of a 20% profit is already low, and if it were any lower it would be better to go out and hustle— as long as they don't get caught, they'd surely make a lot of money.

The other three also looked at Zhu Liwen, feeling displeased.

Just moments ago the lively scene had vanished completely.

Xiao Hu saw that something was off, Ye Cheng was spacing out again; he knew Ye Cheng wouldn't be too stingy with those who work for him, guessing he had just drifted off.

"Brother, brother, say something, everyone's waiting," Xiao Hu reminded.

"Huh, say what?" Ye Cheng's mind hadn't caught up yet.

Xiao Hu looked speechless, just knowing him,

"Brother, Li Da Niang said they'd take a 20% profit, and she's asking your opinion now; I think 20% is too little."

Ye Cheng then reacted, looking at everyone, all their faces were not good.

He quickly smiled and explained in a sentence,

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something else."

"Well, 20% is too little; you take 70%."

"How much?"

"60%?"

Zhu Liwen's eyes widened; Ye Cheng was giving them 70%?

"Did I hear wrong?"

"I offered 30%, the old lady offered 20%, he didn't counteroffer but instead raised it? And raised it to 70%?"

He looked at the three brothers, confirming their bewildered looks.

Then he looked at the old lady; Li Da Niang was also dumbfounded.

"I've seen bosses before, but never such a stupid boss."

Zhu Liwen's Adam's apple rolled, and he asked in a muffled voice,

"Cheng Ge, you mean you're taking 70%, right?"

Seeing Zhu Liwen's disbelieving expression, Ye Cheng smiled and pointed at Zhu Liwen,

"You take 70%, I take 30%— is that clear enough?"

Seeing Ye Cheng point at him so confidently, Zhu Liwen's eye sockets suddenly moistened.

Just at that moment, this man who wouldn't even cry when hit was suddenly struck.

"70%, if we get 70%, my brothers won't have to go out and do those bad deeds."

"70%, if we get 70%, the old lady's medicine money will be secured."

"My brothers could also save some money, and it would be clean money."

"Even, they could live a decent life."

He turned away, and tears streamed down uncontrollably.

Ye Cheng's hand hadn't even lowered yet when he saw them crying, leaving him a bit at a loss— did he express himself poorly?

Zhu Liwen's crying left the three brothers dumbfounded, and they looked toward the old lady.

Unexpectedly, Li Da Niang also turned away and began wiping her tears.

"Really, mother and son."

Ye Cheng looked at Xiao Hu, spread his hands, wearing an expression of helplessness.

After finally waiting for emotions to somewhat stabilize, Zhu Liwen turned back, took a step back, bowed formally to Ye Cheng, and then shouted loudly,

"Cheng Ge, from now on, whoever you tell me to work for, I will have no second words."

"Being so formal made Ye Cheng a bit uncomfortable; he quickly stood up,

"Old Zhu, no need, you're making it seem like a triad; I'm not refusing to make money."

"You're just not making money," Li Da Niang said turning around.

"You've invested so much money; taking only 40% is too little."

"It's not little, Auntie; I just put in the money, I don't have to do any work, 40% is still not little— rest assured, I won't let myself lose."

Li Da Niang pressed her lips, said nothing, raised her cup, then glanced at her four sons.

The Zhu family brothers also filled their wine cups and raised them.

"Xiao Ye, this isn't about money; I know you as boss don't care about this amount, but for our family it's a lifeline— it saved those four of you; you're kind-hearted and unwilling to say it, so I, the old lady, will say it outright."

Li Da Niang paused, then shouted loudly,

"Benefactor!"

"Benefactor!"

"Benefactor!"

"Benefactor!"

"Benefactor!"

After saying that, several people tilted their heads back and downed a cup of wine.

The atmosphere rose; Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu couldn't just watch, so they also quickly returned a cup.

Ye Cheng conceding so much, the Zhu brothers were completely convinced, and they kept urging Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu to drink, no matter what, they had to serve the god of wealth well.

Now it's fine; Ye Cheng had originally planned to go out to sea this afternoon, but this meal they drank over a jin of baijiu.

This is still a bunch of tall tales, I directly called Duan Chunsheng, today I'm not going.

This meal lasted from noon until 3 p. m., Ye Cheng collapsed, Xiao Hu also couldn't hold up, and the Zhu family brothers were no better.

Now those who had planned to return to the village couldn't go back; they could only sit and drink tea to sober up. By the time it was past 5 p. m., Xiao Hu had mostly sobered up, and then he pulled the dazed Ye Cheng back to the village.

After a night of drinking, Ye Cheng thought he would die of a headache, but when he woke up the next day, he felt fine at all.

Damn, this liquor is great, it's almost as good as Maotai; no wonder it's pure grain liquor.

Before he even got up, he heard a commotion outside; upon going out to look, it was Zhang Guafu bringing over some congee she had cooked.

"Why did you drink so much? I couldn't wake you no matter how I called; I saw you were drunk, so I didn't prepare any meat for you, just cooked some congee."

Ye Cheng washed his face, then said,

"The congee is good; my stomach is still stuffed full, drinking congee makes me feel better."

It's just a bowl of plain congee with a white steamed bun and some pickles; this is the perfect meal after drinking.

After drinking it, my stomach feels warm and cozy, completely comfortable.

"The congee tastes good, right?"

"Mm, it's good." Ye Cheng nodded.

"By the way, I'm planning to open a restaurant; how would you like to manage it?"

Ye Cheng's sudden out-of-the-blue remark left Zhang Guafu a bit at a loss.

"Huh? You want to open a restaurant? Where would you open it?"

"Right here in the village, find a plot of homestead land, build a big courtyard, then just cook some local dishes."

Zhang Guafu heard that and shook her head,

"Who would eat at your restaurant if you opened it in the village? Everyone in the village cooks for themselves."

"It's not for the villagers; it's for the city people."

"What? City people?" Zhang Guafu exclaimed in surprise, "City people would travel a long way just to come here to eat? They're crazy."

Ye Cheng chuckled; actually, when farmhouse tourism first appeared, it wasn't that popular, but later the economy improved, and with urbanization causing too many people in the cities, city folks had nowhere to relax, which is why they started flocking to the countryside for leisure.

In other words, it's just about finding a place with few people to stay.