Assistant Yu was a proper, rule-abiding, respectable man!
The workplace was the workplace; the "tactics" they ever came into contact with were just the kind you saw on the news—like scalding a money tree with boiling water, secretly overfeeding the rival's koi to death, that sort of thing.
Now that this rich father and son were really about to turn their tricks on each other, he fell silent on the spot.
After a while, still sticking to laws and regulations, he said:
"This… isn't okay, right?"
Mr. Yang was just saying it casually.
Doing business was like being a person—there had to be a limit; you couldn't push people too hard.
Right now he was taking the lion's share of the benefit; later on he'd appropriately give one-third back to Xiaoyang, and life would be beautiful. There was no need to scoop up every last piece of the kid's new deliveries.
