After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

Jing Se was almost amused by her extreme pulling. In fact, he did laugh, but he still did not forget his nature as a businessman: "Girl, you don't look like a poor person. Ordinary people's rice is cooked into porridge and eaten thinly. Most of the time, there is more water than rice. You have vomit. How come you are so good at calculating money?"

"Look at me again. I'm wearing the same blue robe as you. I've never had a good meal or a warm sleep since I was a child, and now I've been kicked out of my home. I'm really a poor bastard with no money, no home, and no one who likes me. Just listen to me. It's 30% to 70%, I'll take 70% and you take 30%."

Gu Qinghe looked at him and immediately understood that he had been testing her by comparing poverty with her. He had already made a plan in his mind, and first wanted to hire her to work for their restaurant at a low price, but when he saw that she had something worth cooperating with, he immediately took the previous test to the extreme in order to maximize his own interests.

Gu Qinghe thought so in his heart, but smiled calmly: "Master, as far as I know, this is what the stone blue color looks like. What's more, your brocade robe is worth several dozen taels. Compared with my cotton cloth worth several hundred wen, which has been washed so white that it has a blue tint, there is a huge difference. It has nothing to do with each other, okay?"

"Just listen to me. It's 40-60. I'll take 60 and you 40. I'll provide the recipe and the manpower, and teach your people how to do it. As for you, Master, you just need to sit there and make good use of your existing connections to collect the money."

Jing Se: “…”

He had been doing business for a long time and had never seen someone so straightforward and able to imitate and fight back. The key point was that every word she said seemed to be considered for him.

Seeing that his attitude was vaguely softening, Gu Qinghe struck while the iron was hot and said, "In three days, I will make some more and bring them over for you to taste. I won't charge for it. Just consider it as your inspection. After I teach your chef, if the taste is not right, I can teach him again later."

Jing Se's heart moved shamefully, and he gritted his teeth and insisted, "Fifty-fifty!"

"Deal!" Gu Qinghe raised his eyebrows with satisfaction: "Young Master is a straightforward person."

"..." After chatting with her for so long, Jing Se could also hear some of the tone in her words, and immediately said with a fake smile: "Young Master is not straightforward, and Young Master's heart is bleeding. Miss, why don't you consider the four or six points again?"

Gu Qinghe raised an eyebrow: "I'll take six and you'll take four?"

"..."

Jingse stopped talking.

Just then, Shopkeeper Liu and his waiter brought up the food. Gu Qinghe took a look at the steaming food and thought that it was past dinner time and the smell in the restaurant should be lighter, so he greeted a few people and went downstairs to bring up Liubai, who had been waiting obediently in the teahouse.

Liu Bai hadn't seen Qing He for nearly an hour, and he had been keeping an eye on the surroundings of the restaurant, fearing that he might not notice Qing He and leave without her.

Even if the smell in the restaurant was bad, Liu Bai didn't want to go out. He tried hard to control the nausea in his chest and the fragments that kept flashing in his mind, and followed her step by step into the private room.

The smell in the private room was better, but when Liu Bai saw the food on the table, he didn't dare to breathe freely, for fear that he would accidentally vomit and cause trouble for Qinghe.

He clenched his palms and breathed in and out slowly, his forehead covered with cold sweat because of the nausea he was trying to suppress and the panic and irritability in his heart.