Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 459: Achieve Cooperation to Cause Trouble (2)_1

Chapter 459: Chapter 459: Achieve Cooperation to Cause Trouble (2)_1

Mo Yan was momentarily mesmerized, realizing for the first time that the phrase "beauty is a feast for the eyes" applied to a man was incredibly apt, without any sense of incongruity.

Yan Junyu had no idea what Mo Yan was thinking. Seeing her gaze unblinkingly at him, he couldn’t help but tease her with a chuckle, "What’s the matter, has the peerless elegance of this lord bewildered you? If you regret not having accepted earlier to become my Ink Maid, I’m in a good mood now and will give you another chance."

Mo Yan’s eye twitched, she cleared her throat and averted her gaze, saying unflinchingly, "Thank you for your favor, Young Master, but I do not like constraints and being clumsy, I would be more suited to staying in the small village and farming."

"Hmmph, an ungracious girl!" Yan Junyu scoffed as if he didn’t care, but inside he was already feeling it was a pity; he genuinely wanted to have this mysteriously veiled girl by his side as a servant.

Mo Yan was not interested in his nonsense and instead steered the conversation back to business, "Young Master, you have already tasted the wine, and you surely understand its value. If you are willing to collaborate, besides the initial investment of Silver to build the winery, I will take care of the rest and you won’t need to trouble yourself further."

Yan Junyu had been interested in making this deal from the start, and after tasting the wine, he was even more keen. But business is business, and although he appreciated Mo Yan and treated her as a friend, when it came to dividing profits, he couldn’t let personal feelings interfere. He reverted to his businessman’s nature and began to haggle with Mo Yan.

"Considering your sincerity, I’ll agree to this venture. However, once the winery profits, we’ll split it twenty-eighty, I take eighty and you take twenty," he said.

Before coming, Mo Yan had been prepared to be fleeced, but she never expected Yan Junyu to be so ruthless as to offer a twenty-eighty split right off the bat. Even if he were providing the funds to build the winery, she was the one with the secret of wine-making. Moreover, aside from investing Silver, he wouldn’t be handling the trivial matters—all of which she would be managing. There was no way she could accept such a loss!

With that in mind, Mo Yan decisively refused: "Young Master, a twenty-eighty split is too harsh, no one would agree to that."

Yan Junyu was not surprised at all, and in a profound tone, he said, "Little girl, could you build such a winery that burns through Silver without my Silver? And even if you had the Silver to build it one day, without this lord shielding you upfront, could you rest easy selling your wine and making Silver? Little girl, you’re already getting quite a bargain with twenty-eighty."

By the end, Yan Junyu’s tone feigned generosity, putting someone in a position where she was so aggravated that she wanted to rush over and smash that smug face.

Still unwilling to compromise, even when Yan Junyu threw down a tough stance of non-involvement, Mo Yan did not budge. She had already decided that if the profit division went beyond her bottom line, she would rather not build the winery or do the wine business than agree; otherwise, she’d be working herself to exhaustion only for most of the Silver to end up in someone else’s pocket, which was a depressing thought.

The two of them went back and forth for half a day, with Mo Yan firmly holding to a forty-sixty divide. Seeing her determination, Yan Junyu was reluctant to let a lucrative collaboration fall apart, and finally, he begrudgingly agreed.

Walking out of Huixian Residence, Mo Yan looked up at a certain window on the third floor with immense resentment and drove off in her carriage, still fuming. She had wracked her brains and exerted all her effort in securing this partnership without being exploited too severely—as exhausting, she thought, as running three kilometers in a past life’s athletic meet.

Her parting glance, however, did not go unnoticed by someone on the third floor. He took a sip of wine from his glass, which hid the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Mo Yan went to the rice shop and, after a quick review of the account books from the past half-month, saw the business was faring much better than before, with profits roughly around Fifteen Taels per day; this gave her peace of mind.