"We demand shareholder rights!"
"After becoming shareholders, we hope to be granted some special privileges."
"Special privileges?"
"Yes!" The young boss nodded. "For example, a VIP card? The kind that gets us a copy of every new product, whether it's data or actual food."
"Preferably once a month. If that's not possible, once every two months is also fine. In any case, there has to be a delivery!"
"Also, when we head back after signing the contract this time, we hope to take some food with us!"
"We saw on the Star Network that Miss Dais got some, so we hope for equal treatment!" 'And we wouldn't mind a little extra of that milk mochi!'
"If we can choose what we get, I'd like a roasted trotter. A big one, please," Boss Xu suddenly interjected.
This one sentence caused the atmosphere in the conference room, which had been somewhat serious, to take a very strange turn.
"Can we choose? If so, I want the braised Bibi Beast Meat. A big piece."
