Yang Yujie and Yang Zhenyu both squeezed beside Jiang Xinyu, with the family all joyful and harmonious.
Han Xiangjun was in a hurry. Tonight, the four of them drank two kinds of wine at the distillery.
"Lv Beiguang, we can make a fortune."
Han Xiangjun was extremely excited. He could already envision the days of counting money until his hands cramped.
"I'll just focus on brewing."
"Haha, so the two of us are just waiting to share the profit?"
"You guys will handle the operations over there. Who gets money for nothing?"
"Xiao Wei, have your wife draft an agreement, let's split it four ways," Han Xiangu laughed as he said.
"We can't split it equally. The educated youth who provided the formula has returned to the city, and I promised her ten percent," Wei Kaiyun shrugged.
"Then we can divide the remaining ninety percent among the four of us."
"Also, give you and Beiguang twenty-five percent each, and Old Yang and I will get twenty percent each."
