Chapter 426: Yang Jiguang Wants a Fifty-Fifty Split

Inside a hotel in Kowloon City District, Xiao Ma poured tea for Zhang Zihao and Yang Jiguang, then left the room.

Only Zhang Zihao and Yang Jiguang remained in the room.

Zhang Zihao then spoke: "You already know the matter; you're bringing four people over to work."

"Reach Gangdao within three days; shall I send someone to meet you?"

Yang Jiguang waved a hand: "No need, I have my own way; I'll call you once they arrive in Gangdao."

Zhang Zihao didn't insist, casually saying: "Fine, that's settled then."

Yang Jiguang saw Zhang Zihao pick up his clothes from the sofa armrest and move to leave, and immediately stopped him.

"Hey, wait a moment."

Zhang Zihao glanced at Yang Jiguang and asked: "What? Anything else?"

Yang Jiguang flicked ash from his cigarette and said: "Seems there's still one thing we haven't discussed, right?"

"What is it?"

Zhang Zihao put the clothes in his hand back on the sofa armrest, asking impatiently.

"That most important matter!"

Zhang Zihao gave him a sideways look: "Don't beat around the bush—just say what you have to say."

Yang Jiguang chuckled: "Hey, it's about the profit split."

Zhang Zihao leaned back on the sofa, looking at Yang Jiguang and asked: "Profit split? What's there to discuss about the profit split?"

"Still the old rule—three-seven split."

Yang Jiguang became unhappy, stood up and questioned: "You're not joking, are you?"

"Last time it should have been fifty-fifty; I gave you face by letting you take two tenths less—this time it ought to be split evenly."

Hearing Yang Jiguang say that, Zhang Zihao also became unwilling and asked: "What do you mean by giving me face?"

"I've taken care of everything; I just asked you to come make money. I told you, if you're willing to work, work; if not, forget it."

Yang Jiguang said resentfully: "Though that's true, we all bear the same risk—why should I get less than you?"

"Am I raised by my stepmother?"

Zhang Zihao stared at Yang Jiguang and asked: "Do you know who planned this deal?"

"You!"

Zhang Zihao cursed: "You damn well know it's me—do you even know what intellectual property is?"

Seeing Yang Jiguang shake his head, Zhang Zihao explained: "Mr. Li Hongxin holds the intellectual property rights to VCDs, so he can rake in money, and so can I."

"I'm the one who uses his brain—of course I earn more than you."

Yang Jiguang immediately retorted: "Damn! Are you bluffing me?"

"Xiao Mengchang runs a legitimate business—how can it be compared to our big tea-and-rice operation?"

Zhang Zihao grabbed his clothes and left, saying as he went: "If you don't want to work, I can find others—there's not much else in Gangdao besides plenty of people doing big tea-and-rice."

"With my reputation as a big tycoon, I can't fail to find capable hands."

Yang Jiguang saw Zhang Zihao getting angry and also thought: "This deal is indeed lucrative—three percent would be several hundred million, enough that even breaking his legs wouldn't spend it all in a lifetime."

He hurriedly grabbed Zhang Zihao, putting on a smiling face: "Look at you, still worked up! This business is negotiated."

"I ask for the sky, you pay on the ground—it's all for business. Given our friendship, there's no need to make a fuss like this."

"This time, consider it me giving you face—we'll go with the three-seven split, but next time the business must be fifty-fifty."

"Yang Jiguang's greatest wish in life has been to split profits evenly with Zhang Zihao once—but he hasn't managed it yet."

"All along, without realizing it, Zhang Zihao has held the upper hand in negotiations."

"This makes Yang Jiguang deeply resentful—'Damn it, I just want fairness; why is it so hard?'"

"These two losers, still discussing big tea-and-rice as a legitimate business!"

Four days later, during work hours.

Li Ju sat in the car, thinking about having the secretary wash cucumbers for him today; the newcomer Xiao Xia was not bad, the headlights were eye-catching—it's a fine car!

While he was idly thinking, humming a tune, suddenly several people robbed him!

The robbers' target was clear; they slapped Li Ju's face and said: "Young Master Li, come with us!"

Li Ju really wanted to refuse, but they gave him no chance!

Zhang Zihao ordered Li Ju to take off his underpants, then casually tossed them to the driver.

He told him: "Take it back and show it to Mr. Li; if it's correct, I'll be waiting to collect payment!"

Afterwards, Zhang Zihao brought Li Ju to the Kowloon Walled City, which hadn't been demolished yet; work would start only after the new year.

The walled city's residents had already relocated; after all, they have new homes—who would stay here to suffer?

"Unless they're brain‑damaged!"

The walled city's terrain is complex, a good place to hide; for those unfamiliar with it, finding someone is difficult.

Not far away is the seaside; if the wind leaks, they can escape easily.

This really is a good place—Li Xin's people feel right at home here!

Li Family Manor.

Li Ju's driver came running in, drenched in sweat, and said to Li Huanggua: "Master, something's wrong—the young master has been kidnapped by bandits!"

After speaking, he also delivered Li Ju's underpants to Li Huanggua.

Li Huanggua picked up the underpants and tossed them to Li Ju's wife, asking: "Is this his?"

Li Ju's wife replied aggrievedly: "How would I know? What he wore out this morning isn't the same as what he put on tonight!"

Li Huanggua flared up, questioning: "You're his wife and you don't know—how am I supposed to?"

Li Huanggua's little son rolled his eyes and interjected: "Old man, I think we should call the police!"

After all, the police are the professionals on this matter; us being anxious won't help at all.

Don't!

Li Ju's wife looked at Li Kai in terror and said urgently, "We can't call the police; if we do, Ah Ju will be in danger."

Li Huanggua narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and slapped Li Kai.

Smack!

A crisp sound echoed in the hall as he pointed upstairs and said, "Get upstairs; without my word, before your elder brother returns, if you dare step out of the house, I'll break your leg."

While the Li household was bustling, an even more lively event arrived.

The servant came in to report: "Master, there is a Mr. Zhang outside who has come to visit, saying he knows the whereabouts of the eldest young master."

Li Huanggua glared at his young son, straightened his clothes, then told the servant, "Please let Mr. Zhang in."

Zhang Zihao, wearing a loose suit, extended his hand to Li Huanggua and smiled, "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Li; I'm Zhang Zihao."

This guy really has something; he doesn't hide anything, directly giving his name and surname.

Li Huanggua had also heard of Zhang Zihao's reputation; after all, there aren't many bandits who can get the court to award compensation!

I never expected this reckless plague god to set his sights on our Li family—his audacity is truly boundless!

Li Huanggua courteously said, "I've long heard of your great name, Mr. Zhang; seeing you today, the reputation is indeed well-deserved."

"The Li family has always kept to ourselves with the jianghu friends; I don't know what brings Mr. Zhang here this time."