After the three left, Zhang Tang licked his lips and looked at Ye Chen, saying, "Boss Ye, you know, the thing you promised?"
"Oh, oh, I almost forgot." Ye Chen realized he had promised to give him a hundred thousand yuan, so he tossed him the money. Zhang Tang happily accepted it, left his phone number, and then took his leave.
This time, Zhang Tang was going to earn at least three hundred thousand yuan, and that's on the low side. If this matter caught the attention of the higher-ups, he would control even more resources in the future. So the benefits from this exchange were far beyond imagination.
Both parties achieved a win-win situation, and Ye Chen was quite satisfied. He was still reminiscing about what he had just done; with a flick of the wrist, more than a hundred thousand yuan was gone, which felt really awesome.
"Alright, now I can call Zhang Xiaoni." Ye Chen pulled out his phone and got into a comfortable position.
