Mommy, the wealthy daddy has come to propose again.

The old fox did not hide anything and asked directly, as if he was sure that there would be no false words between the partners.

Of course Bai Ning would not tell him his true identity, and only replied: "My parents died when I was young, and fortunately I was adopted by the Lan family, which is how I managed to survive."

As he said this, he looked up at Lan Qichen with gratitude, as if he was his benefactor.

But Bai Ning did not lie. Her adoptive parents died in a car accident when she was young. She was then raised by the Lan family and married to Lan Qichen.

At this time, Lan Qichen also took the initiative to speak up for Bai Ning and said, "As she said, she is indeed the little girl adopted and raised by my Lan family, but she is my wife now."

Hearing Lan Qichen say that Bai Ning was his wife, most of the doubts that had been lingering in Mr. Tang's mind were immediately dispelled. He thought that there were so many people in the world who looked alike, and perhaps this was just a coincidence.

"I see. Blame me for talking too much."

The dishes on the table have been served, and several people began to talk about cooperation while eating. Most of the discussions were obscure professional terms. Bai Ning found it boring and stared at the profile of Mr. Tang San with murderous eyes. She wanted to rush up and kill the old man immediately, but the bodyguard was still there, so she couldn't act rashly.

The two sides had a good discussion in the first half, but eventually they had a disagreement over the final profit sharing issue.

Lan Qichen meant a 60:40 split, with Party A taking 60% and Party B taking 40%. As they were all businessmen, this was the biggest concession he could make.

However, he underestimated the greed of Master Tang San. This old fellow had been a black businessman all his life and had always made steady profits. He said that Liu Si was not sincere enough and he wanted a 50-50 split.

"Boss Lan, since you took the initiative to propose cooperation with me, you have to follow my rules. Either it's 50-50, or I'll take 60 and you take 40. It's up to you!"

As soon as the topic of interest disputes came up, Mr. Tang San raised the volume of his voice a few decibels, with a look of someone who would rather die than suffer a loss, and his look was so dirty that it was disgusting.

Over the past few decades, all the projects he handled were made by illegal and improper means. Only in this way could he maximize his profits, which fully reflected his nature as a black businessman.

Tangfeng Technology and Shen's Group had negotiated in the past, but Shen You was a smart man. He quickly realized that he and Mr. Tang San were not the same kind of people, so he proposed to go their separate ways.

The cooked duck that was right in his mouth just flew away. How could Mr. Tang San bear it?

He tried desperately to find the flaws of the Shen family, and finally locked his sights on Shen Ruyang. The reason was that this guy was an adopted son and had no blood relationship with Shen You. So Master Tang San took advantage of the weakness of human nature to instigate the relationship between father and son, and eventually created a car accident that sent Old Man Shen to death, and framed Lan Wangyuan.

The whole plan was flawless. No one knew the real cause of Shen You's death and it was simply treated as an accident.

Master Tang San was playing with a wine glass in his hand, with a sharp look in his eyes. He looked at Lan Qichen with interest, his expression showing that he was confident of winning.

"Boss Lan, it's been so long, what do you think about it?"

A mere old fellow with despicable means still hopes for May 5th and dreams of June 4th. He really takes himself seriously. The word shameless is the most appropriate way to describe him.

Lan Qichen sneered and asked back: "Are you qualified to negotiate with me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly dropped to freezing point.

There was an expression of disbelief in Mr. Tang San's pupils, and he was obviously stunned, as if he had not expected that Lan Qichen would dare to speak to him in such a tone.

"Boss Lan, what do you mean?"

Master Tang San sensed the other party's hostility, and his voice became low and cold.

"I'm trying to negotiate terms with you, young man. Don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit."