“Grandpa, don’t say that. Uncle is kind enough if he agrees to take only forty per cent of the profits,” Nan Chen scoffed.
“No, I don’t agree to have only forty per cent of the profits. It is already hard enough to persuade the board of directors to take fifty per cent,” Ouyang Duo insisted, confident that the Nan family had no other way out.
They were in a deadlock again.
“Sure, why don’t we sleep on it then? Whatever it is, it was a good evening. Everyone, let’s have a final toast. After this glass, I have to rest. I am old and can’t stay up late,” Nan Zhengde suggested while raising his wine glass.
Then, he downed it happily.
This was his way of sending the guest off by telling the latter that he was drunk and sleepy.
“Uncle, I’ll see you out,” Nan Chen offered politely.
“Alright. Thank you for the hospitality, I’d better make a move now. We shall meet some other time,” Ouyang stood up.
“Okay, take care,” Nan Zhengde replied.
When Nan Chen followed Ouyang Duo out, Bai Hua was chatting with Feng Jialing in the living room.
“Let’s go. I’ll call the driver over.” Anyone could tell that Ouyang Duo was not in a good mood.
He had an opportunity to push the Nan family into a corner today. However, it did not end up in his favor.
At first, I came over intending to talk about the Vietnam project. Instead, I was humiliated by those two children.
When we finally got to it, I did not expect Nan Chen to be so stubborn, much less Nan Zhengde.
He did not even try to persuade me but insisted on wanting seventy percent of the profits. He is certainly crazy!
Looking at the unpleasant expression on her husband’s face, Feng Jialing kept quiet.
Despite so, Bai Hua asked, “My dear in-laws, you are leaving already? Why don’t you stay a little longer?”
Unhappy, Ouyang Duo retorted, “Who are your in-laws?”
Bai Hua was shocked. Did someone make him angry?
When she called them ‘in-laws’, Nan Chen felt a wave of anger sweep over him too, and he glared at her.
After all, she was his mother, so out of respect, he kept quiet and only expressed his dismay with his glare.
Bai Hua, Nan Zhiyuan and Nan Chen walked back to the house only after sending Ouyang Duo and his wife to the exit.
“Chen, why were you glaring at me earlier? Ouyang Qing is your future wife, so what is wrong with me calling Ouyang Duo, my in-law?” Bai Hua questioned.
“Do I have a fiancée? Why am I not aware of it?” Nan Chen expressed coldly.
“What are you saying? Both families had agreed to it, and even your grandpa has given his consent. What is the problem then?” Bai Chen was confused.
“Who is the one getting married?” Nan Chen stopped in his tracks.
“Of course it is you! Did I even have to say it out loud?” Bai Hua scolded.
“Since it is my marriage, why am I not aware of it? You went ahead to make this deal without my consent, and did you think that I will agree to it? Are we still sticking to such traditional rules in this day and age? Are you crazy?” Nan Chen finished and left.
Bai Hua and Nan Zhiyuan exchanged looks, not knowing what to say.
Although their son typically had a cold demeanor, he was usually respectful to his elders.
However, he scolded them and even asked if they were crazy.
If such tone and words came from him, it meant that he was very serious about it.
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