Once Tang Fei’ang’ang had finished reviewing the plan, the three of them officially began negotiations. For instance, he wanted to know which type of collaboration Jiang Chuyao preferred.
“My personal preference is to take on the bar myself,” Jiang Chuyao honestly stated.
“Why?” Tang Fei’ang’ang asked, genuinely puzzled.
After all, she wrote the plan herself logically, partnering with them would maximize profit. So why, knowing this, would she still opt to operate the bar alone? He couldn’t quite understand.
“The risk is too high. If you lose, wouldn’t I be losing twice over?” Jiang Chuyao said cautiously.
“You wrote such a bold plan and still came here to negotiate clearly, you’re not timid,” Tang Fei’ang’ang waved his hand, not fully believing her reasoning.
“I’m trying to make money. I’m short on cash right now, so naturally I have to be cautious.” Tang Fei’ang’ang couldn’t help but think her argument made sense.
Shen Hexuan sat nearby, sipping soda, watching her subtly maneuver Tang Fei’ang’ang.
This girl bold and clever.
The Jiang family had seriously underestimated her!
The negotiation proceeded, with various discussions, and eventually, they settled on a partnership.
She didn’t need to invest money, but she would provide ideas and strategies, take charge of the bar, and receive twenty percent of the profits.
Tang Fei’ang’ang winced a bit at the terms, but thinking of what she had said earlier, he couldn’t help feeling… intrigued.
Since Shen Hexuan brought her to meet Tang Fei’ang’ang, his attitude had already implied support. And judging from his lack of objection to either proposal, it was clear he’d be fine with whichever option they agreed on.
So once the two of them came to terms, it was effectively settled.
Jiang Chuyao pulled three copies of the contract from her bag. The contract detailed the recently finalized plan. Tang Fei’ang’ang was dumbfounded.
“You prepared this in advance? How did you know I’d agree? What if I preferred the other option?” Tang Fei’ang’ang was shocked that she had thought so far ahead, even anticipating his response.
“I wouldn’t. If you’re running a dance hall, it means you don’t follow the usual path. Bold, ambitious people don’t care about small profits they want bigger gains. And I just happen to fit your cooperation requirements,” Jiang Chuyao said boldly.
Indeed, after their earlier exchanges, both had tested and assessed each other’s styles, and mutual respect had developed.
After signing, Jiang Chuyao stored her copy and began inspecting the bar setup.
They were on the same team now, so she was free to do as she pleased. Tang Fei’ang’ang stayed by Shen Hexuan’s side, quietly asking where he had found such a gem.
“She came to us,” Shen Hexuan replied, a faint smile playing on his lips, clearly in a good mood.
“Xuan-ge, you’re not… interested in her, are you? My rule is: rabbits don’t graze near their burrows!” Tang Fei’ang’ang thought that since she was cooperating with them, she’d be “within range.”
“I’m not grazing, should I leave her for someone else?”
Tang Fei’ang’ang was stunned. Was this the same Shen Hexuan he knew?
Wait he just broke off his engagement! And it was because he got cheated on! Everyone had been sympathizing with him, and now… a seamless second romance?!
Hold on are we sure he ended it because he got cheated on? He smelled a conspiracy…
Tang Fei’ang’ang pictured countless possibilities but dared not ask. Still, he felt he’d uncovered a huge secret and his scheming little mind spun in excitement.
Because school was coming, Jiang Chuyao listed everything she needed and even sketched a simple diagram for the bar layout. Not artistically perfect, but clear enough to convey her intent.
Tang Fei’ang’ang accepted her use of the nickname “little sister-in-law.”
When Jiang Chuyao left, Tang Fei’ang’ang personally saw her to the door.
Shen Hexuan offered to escort her home.
“Shen Hexuan, I can go myself. The bar’s busy you should head back!”
“Busy? Hexuan-ge, busy or not, hmm?” Jiang Chuyao’s drawn-out tone made her blush he must be teasing!
“It’s just to show we’re peers, no generational gap!” They were four years apart. His usual meticulousness made him look stern, and her delicate, doll-like face made him seem older.
Hearing her say “peers, no gap,” Shen Hexuan smiled slightly, clearly pleased.
“Did your family give you trouble?” He knew what had happened the other day, and with her parents’ favoritism, she probably hadn’t had it easy.
“No, mainly because they were busy my mom was at the hospital with her eldest treasure, and dad was even busier.” Jiang Chuyao didn’t elaborate on “busy,” but she knew.
“That’s good. If you run into problems you can’t handle, come to me!” He was genuinely protective.
Looking into his earnest eyes, she felt dazzled.
Had her reincarnation changed some things, altering the original trajectory? Otherwise, in her previous life, they barely interacted why would he help her that day and take all these subsequent actions? If he were indifferent, none of this would make sense.
She didn’t let Shen Hexuan continue escorting her. The collaboration was settled; she just needed to show up. So, with her 300 yuan, she went to the department store to buy clothes and shoes.
In previous years, her mother only bought her new clothes during holidays, and always in Jiang Chuying’s style.
They had different builds and looks, so wearing Chuying’s style always made her look out of place. Every time, relatives praised Chuying while she was sidelined and often criticized.
Now that she had money, she wanted clothes that suited her own style and shoes.
Since Jiang Chuying had a less flattering figure, their mother always bought her clothes a size larger to hide flaws. But Jiang Chuyao had a good figure; oversized clothes on her looked like a kid wearing adult clothes basically just ugly.
The moment she entered the department store, she ran into two people coming the other way.
Ha! Money’s here!
Her father, seeing his youngest daughter, panicked, pushing the woman beside him aside and instinctively stepping back to maintain distance.
“Old Jiang!” The woman was flustered by his rough move, looking at him with a hint of grievance.