And Ji Xingmi didn't like doing such things; she preferred a life of freedom and ease. Let him handle the troublesome matters!
"If you're worried about funding, you don't need to worry. I have enough capital."
"It's not just funding, but also the venue, and a whole series of subsequent matters..."
Ji Xingmi looked at him and said, "That's why I came to you!"
Gao Yu smiled. It seemed he had fallen into a trap, but he also didn't seem to want to climb out.
"How will the profit be split? You're not just looking to hire me, are you? If the salary is too low, I won't have any motivation!"
"I want sixty percent! You can split the rest. I won't be involved in management. If there are any changes in the future, they will be deducted from my share! How about it? Feeling motivated now?"
"Wow! So generous! Alright! I'll write up the proposal first and contact you when it's done. When can this be finalized?"
"Soon, by the end of the year at the latest! Here's my number, contact me then!"
"A pager! Those aren't cheap!"
"That's why Boss Gao will have one!"
"Indeed! I happened to buy two recently, one for me and one for Changze!"
"Yes, it'll be convenient for future contact. Then I'll leave this matter to you! I'm heading back now!"
"Okay!" Gao Yu had no objections. He glanced at Feng Changze beside him, who had been unusually quiet today. Thinking about what he had said earlier, he sighed and didn't say anything.
"Did you receive that Xiao? How's the sound?" Ji Xingmi remembered something from before and asked Feng Changze. Feng Changze was a little surprised that she would ask about this, but he quickly nodded and affirmed it.
"Oh, right, do you know anywhere in Kyoto that makes Zisha teapots? I've been looking for ages and haven't found any!" Ji Xingmi naturally believed that Feng Changze was a reborn person. She felt he must know more than her, and having lived in Kyoto for two lifetimes, he would certainly understand the city better.
"I know someone who makes Zisha teapots very well, but he doesn't sell them to the public. It's just a hobby." Feng Changze indeed knew of such a person in Kyoto.
"Really? Can you take me to meet him? I don't have enough time today. Are you free tomorrow?"
"Yes! Why don't I try to make an appointment first? This person has a very peculiar temper and rarely agrees to meet people. I'll send you a message afterwards!"
"Okay! Thank you for your trouble. I'm heading back now!" Feng Changze nodded. Ji Xingmi, having received his confirmation, left first.
"It seems she doesn't care about what happened before at all. You should also relax. Interacting naturally is good."
"Mm!" Feng Changze was also happy. He had thought she would distance herself from him after that incident, but he didn't expect them to still be friends. That was good enough.
When Ji Xingmi returned to the courtyard, their meeting hadn't ended yet. She was led by Da Hu into Yi Hao's courtyard. This time, Ji Xingmi also brought back chili peppers and a grass carp. Ji Xingmi planned to make steamed fish head with chili and braise the rest of the fish.
The elders had been discussing heatedly all afternoon. Suddenly, the aroma of food reached them, and someone's stomach rumbled. Yi Hao also heard the sound and cleared his throat, saying, "That's all for today! Everyone is tired! Go back and rest early! We'll continue tomorrow!"
The elders, supported by their secretaries, walked out. The aroma outside was even stronger, seeming to drift from the next courtyard. Everyone couldn't help but glance at the neighboring courtyard, Yi Hao's courtyard. No wonder there was a lingering scent of chili in the air.
Old Master Bi was left behind. Those who could leave first felt a sense of schadenfreude, thinking that Old Master Bi would have to endure a while longer. Discussing matters on an empty stomach was not a pleasant experience. However, they didn't know that after everyone left, Da Hu would come to invite all the elders over because Ji Xingmi had already prepared dinner.
"The moment I smelled it, I knew it was you cooking today!" Yi Hao pointed at Ji Xingmi, but then he noticed something unusual about her. "What's wrong? Your eyes are red. Did you cry? Did someone bully you?"
This immediately unsettled the elders who followed behind. They quickly gathered around. Ji Xingmi knew he had misunderstood and quickly explained, "No, no, I was just working with the chili peppers, preparing to make chili sauce. I just didn't expect these peppers to be so spicy, and this is how I ended up!"
Hearing her explanation, the elders couldn't help but laugh good-naturedly. This girl was really something! They had thought she had been bullied on her outing.
"Is the chili sauce done? I want to taste the chili sauce that made my little granddaughter cry!"
Only then did Ji Xingmi notice her maternal grandfather was there. It made sense, as he was in charge of the economy, and he would certainly be present for such matters.
"Grandpa, I haven't finished yet! I'll give it to you when it's done!" Ji Xingmi had actually run out of the kitchen. She was truly overwhelmed by the spiciness. Now, Xiong Mao was taking over. She realized that the security guards accompanying the two elders were truly omnipotent. Fei Ying had told her that Xiong Mao was a good cook. At first, she thought Xiong Mao was called Xiong Mao because he ate a lot, but she hadn't expected his cooking skills to be so good. She had just watched him move with a fluidity like dancing, and he had even told her he had a Level 1 chef certificate.