Old Zhou felt dizzy, and not just him; even the most quick-witted Zhou SiLang in the Zhou Family standing there felt dizzy. A large part in the middle they didn't understand, they only caught the final figures. No, Old Zhou didn't even remember the final figures.
Lijun continued leisurely, "And this is just the first year. By the second year, we will still provide twenty breeding eggs, without restricting them from producing more on their own, and no matter how many, all the chickens they raise in the end have to be split 60/40 with us, including the eggs!"
"But actually, apart from the first year when we spent money on hens and eggs, from then on, we won't have to spend money every year. We'll hardly need to put any effort in before we can share in the chickens and eggs. Grandpa, don't you think it's profitable?"
Old Zhou couldn't help but look at his wife, "Does Lijun's calculation make sense?"
How would Ms. Qian know?
