29 A Massacre Triggered by a Bun (2) 4yr

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At the bun stall, Wang Xian looked impassively at Director Li and the middle-aged man.
He was slightly embarrassed by the way they got their things done.
"I'll let you have a taste of regret when the time comes." Cold radiance flashed in Wang Xian's eyes. He was a tit-for-tat person.
The middle-aged man scorned at Wang Xian. Subsequently, he bowed and scraped as he passed the pair of chopsticks to Director Li. "Director Li, please have it. I had my breakfast. You reaped quite an amount of fish in your farm. I'm sure you'll sign the contract with the two countries in East Asia today."
"Heh, it's way within my expectation. Otherwise, I would not have loaned $20 million just to set up the fishery," said Director Li with an indifferent tonality. But his expression was full of complacency.
"This time, your profits will double. You're my boss from now on," the middle-aged man quickly added on.
"Sure, Xiao Zhao, I guarantee you that you will not lose out if you follow me. This year, the fishery will produce at least 300,000 kilograms of goods. The export price is $60 per 500 grams. That would be $36 million. After deducting costs and manpower, the profits can hit around $20 million.