The silver-white password box is the same as the one in a Hong Kong movie. There are ten stacks of hundred-dollar bills neatly placed inside. Fang Qiang took a stack and put them in his pocket.

There is no way, I am used to being poor, so I want to put the money in my pocket when I see it, and no matter who it belongs to.

"I'm really giving it to me?" Fang Qiang looked at Li Hao, and he also felt unreal. This guy had already pinched his thighs five minutes ago, and was now hurting his arm.

"To be honest, we made more than 500,000 yuan in sales of seaweed during this period. I sold Dali seaweed and earned eight million yuan. Adding this one hundred thousand yuan, it counted more than 8.6 million yuan.

I want to ask you whether you want cash or transfer money. It is probably not easy to get cash for so much money."

"How many?" Fang Qiang swallowed, and he felt that he had auditory hallucinations.

"More than 8.6 million!"

"Wait, are you talking about lira or Vietnamese Dong?"

...! This guy actually knows the lira and the Vietnamese Dong, and he looks a little economically savvy.

"Renminbi!"

"My God, 8.6 million. If it were steel, it would bury me alive!"

"Well! It's enough to bury you a hundred times alive, and you can still erect a monument."

"I've posted it! I've posted it!"

This guy is really angry and nervous! His eyes are straight and he mutters something in his mouth. Li Hao is very worried about Fang Qiang's current mental state.

Li Hao still underestimated Fang Qiang, and soon this guy woke up from his obsession with money.

"You didn't make me happy because you made fake money...!"

Li Hao leaned on the sofa helplessly, and this guy was really mentally ill.

It took a long time before Fang Qiang truly woke up from his idiot state.

"More than eight million, what do you want to divide it?"

"When I was doing this business, I agreed that our brothers and others would do it together. Lao Wu took the money and left, but Baohua left the money.

For 8.6 million, we will divide it into three parts. In addition, we will support Lao Wu a little. The school buildings built for the primary school in his hometown will be paid as much as they want. If not enough, I will fill it."

Fang Qiang lit a cigarette, thought for a long time and suddenly said, "I think you're not right!"

"Why is it wrong?"

"Look, our three brothers earned 600,000 yuan for the money made by Dali Seaweed, right?"

"right!"

"That eight million was earned by you selling the strong seaweed, right!"

"Yes!" Li Hao didn't understand what Fang Qiang was going to do.

"Then the three of us brothers will have to sell the 600,000 yuan for Dali Seaweed. As for the 8 million yuan for Dali Seaweed, that is the idea in your mind, and it should be yours."

Fang Qiang's words were full of logical confusion, but Li Hao still understood it.

He advocated dividing the 600,000 profit earned by the actual sales of Dali Seaweed, because these things were made with the money of the three brothers.

The creativity and brand of Dali Seaweed was designed by Li Hao, so the eight million belongs to Li Hao.

For Li Hao, this is a very reasonable plan.

Too reasonable!

The question is whether this is reasonable for the brothers, especially Zhou Baohua. At the beginning, it was agreed that the brothers and the others would do business together. Although Zhou Baohua did not participate, they left the real money here at the beginning.

During his two lives, Li Hao attached more importance to these brothers. In the most difficult time in his previous life, his relatives at home did not lend a helping hand, and only these comrades helped him.

The business failed and even eating became a problem. After Zhou Baohua, who was far away in Heilongjiang, found out, he came to find Li Hao and wanted to take him to Heilongjiang, saying that as long as he had a little bite at home, he would never let Li Hao be hungry.

If my parents weren't old, Li Hao really wanted to go to Heilongjiang with him.

Before leaving, Zhou Baohua quietly left 10,000 yuan under the pillow. It was that 10,000 yuan that helped Li Hao through the biggest difficulties in his life.

He himself is just a clerk in a small public institution, with a salary of several thousand yuan a month and no gray income. He has his own wife and children to raise, and his parents to be filial. Ten thousand yuan is also a considerable amount for him.

People in Northeast China have a bad habit of seriously disrespecting the spirit of contract. Many friends who work together in business, even brothers and sisters, are often easily destroyed in the face of interests. There are many people who ignore the rules set in advance.

Countless bloody plots were born in the middle, which made people sigh and sigh.

Li Hao doesn't want the friendship between his brothers to deteriorate, whether in his past life or in this life.

"Since that's the case, let Baohua come and let us brothers explain the matter clearly in person. Since Old Wu quit, he will have nothing to do with his dividends. You have a lot of money in your hands, so you have the final say whether you want to build a school or something in his hometown."

"Then that's it. I'll call Baohua later. When you go to the factory, tell your uncle clearly that those people from the capital can't afford to offend them. They can manage whatever they want and just treat the factory as theirs.

If people in the capital look down on your uncle's factory, I will think of another product for your uncle and make money."

"Don't mention my uncle, I'm very delicious and delicious to the people from the capital. Now I'm almost a family. I heard that those people have a lot of energy. I pulled away the machine and the car I brought back, and apologized to my uncle. My good attitude made my uncle a little uncomfortable."

Of course Li Hao knew what was going on, but he didn't tell Fang Qiang. Some things were better if he didn't know. Fang Qiang's uncle was a small businessman and he was the best at ease. Now he held his big and thick legs and would definitely not let him go.

In the social atmosphere of the Northeast, how much money you want to make has a great relationship with the background and backing behind you. Without power or power, no matter how good the transaction is, it will fail under the encirclement of black and white.

The two of them were smoking silently. Fang Qiang's expression on his face was very strange. He rubbed his hands and moved back and forth like hemorrhoids.

This guy looks like this when he has something to do, as if he was before he took his truck to Beijing last time. He has been doing so many things these days, and he has ignored it.

But there is no need to ask about this kind of thing. According to Fang Qiang's temper, he would tell it himself.

"That...that..." Sure enough, Fang Qiang hesitated and looked like he was doing something wrong.

"If you have something to do, just talk about it. What's wrong with you?"

"That...that...!that...!"

"If you don't say I'm leaving, there's something else."

"Jin Meishan seems to have it!" Fang Qiang said, with the effect of an anti-tank grenade.

"What's the matter? You two..." Li Hao looked up and down at Fang Qiang, his eyes burning with the fire of gossip.

"Yes!" Fang Qiang nodded.

"Then what are you going to do!"
Chapter completed!