"Huh? Didn’t I give you full responsibility for it?" Su Chen said casually.
Sicong shot Su Chen a look. "Are you really this clueless or just playing dumb? I’m talking about the profit-sharing!"
"Oh, that. It’s up to you. You can arrange it however you see fit."
To be honest, Su Chen hadn’t given much thought to the wine company Sicong was building. Based on Sicong’s previous calculations, the annual profit would only be a little over a hundred million. Even if they expanded production next year, it would only be a matter of a few hundred million.
As for reaching a scale of over a billion, or even several billion, that wasn’t something they could achieve in a short time. It would take at least two or three years, and that was only if everything went smoothly.
But to Su Chen, that amount of profit was nothing. His current monthly income from the system was more than the wine company’s annual profit. He truly didn’t care about such a trivial matter.
But it was a different story for Sicong. If this succeeded, it would be a huge cash flow, providing him with a continuous stream of money. That’s why he was particularly invested in it.
Seeing Su Chen’s completely detached expression, Sicong was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Bro... Big bro, let’s be serious. This project is worth a few hundred million! Can you please be just a tiny bit serious!" Sicong suddenly felt like his title as the son of the richest man was a bit undeserved.
"Sigh, fine, fine." Seeing Sicong’s aggrieved expression, Su Chen smiled and sat up straight.
Seeing this, Sicong didn’t want to waste any more time and got straight to the point. "Old Su, how should we split the shares?"
Su Chen didn’t answer right away. He stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and asked back, "What do you think is fair?"
"Seventy-thirty? You get seventy, I get thirty?" Sicong asked tentatively.
Su Chen glanced at Sicong with some surprise. He hadn’t expected him to suggest such a ratio. This was basically like working for him!
Of course... Sicong definitely had his own agenda, but regardless, his attitude was spot on.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the table a few times before speaking slowly, "Let’s do fifty-fifty. You’re the one running around for this whole thing. If I give you too little, Jiangyang and the others will think I’m exploiting you when they find out."
"Fifty-fifty?" Sicong hadn’t expected Su Chen to be so generous, giving him fifty percent of the shares right off the bat. He originally thought that getting even forty percent would have been a good deal.
Snapping back to his senses, Sicong felt a little embarrassed. "Hehe, Old Su, that doesn’t seem right."
Su Chen shot him a sidelong glance. "Oh? If you think that’s too much, then forty percent it is."
"Not at all, not at all! Fifty percent is great! Fifty percent is great!" Sicong quickly shook his head.
"Alright, go tell Old Jiang. We’ll stay in Shanghai for two days before heading back. Have him inform the flight crew."

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