"Mr. Lin, I actually have a suggestion. How about Old Sichuan Restaurant converts its shares directly into Liangyou, and you get dividends every year. How does that sound?" Qu Yue decided to help all the way.
"Oh, I'm really embarrassed." Lin Jinguang waved his hands repeatedly, "A company like Liangyou doesn't care for assets like Old Sichuan Restaurant. Your generosity, President Qu, is something I can't bear."
"There's nothing you can't bear. If you really feel you've owed me a favor, then manage Old Sichuan Restaurant well and save me the worry." Qu Yue smiled, "Actually, I'm willing to help because of Ye'er. Ye'er feels very guilty about Zhu Jiangyu taking a break from school. As her best friend, I hope she's happy, and I hope Mr. Lin doesn't misunderstand that I have ulterior motives in helping."
