"Mr. Yuan, your thinking is acceptable. You were in business before too, right? You certainly have a keen vision, must have gone through major ups and downs," Xiaofeng glanced at the contract again making sure there were no major issues, and added two more clauses on the side.
"Back in the early years, I indeed made some money from business. But then I made timely exit without further ado and came back. I want to collect some rent for the rest of my life and live peacefully," Mr. Yuan tampered a dry pipe, "Which family from the Imperial Capital are you from, miss?"
"Mr. Yuan, I'm not from any prominent family, just a humble household," Xiaofeng had shown Mr. Yuan, who found it feasible, and she signed her full name: "Please have a look."
Just as Mr. Yuan was about to look, his cell phone rang at his waist, the sound piercing.
"What's the matter?" Mr. Yuan's voice was loud.
