Witty Wife, Better Life

Chapter 486: Chapter 476 is indeed not a good bird

Shen Yunfang listened to the translation and sighed to herself, thinking that it was indeed as expected. Mr. Yoshida was clearly no good; his talk of cooperation was just lip service. If he really wanted to cooperate, he wouldn’t have put forth such harsh conditions. Five percent? She had gotten twenty-five percent when she worked with Joseph, and at that time, she was just an unknown, insignificant person. Although she was still insignificant now, with the success of "Transformers", if she were to cooperate with Joseph again now, it certainly wouldn’t be as low as twenty-five percent.

Now, Mr. Yoshida was making such harsh demands – he must think she couldn’t count or was completely clueless, trying to take advantage of her this way.

"Heh, tell Mr. Yoshida that I can’t see any sincerity from him, and it is impossible for me to accept this price," Yunfang didn’t want to continue negotiating with someone who lacked sincerity.

Yoshida saw the young woman across from him standing up again, looking like she was about to leave, and turned to the translator. "What does she mean?"

"Mr. Yoshida, Miss Shen said you don’t have the sincerity to work with her, and she won’t accept the price you’ve offered," the translator quickly bowed his head.

Yoshida frowned. "Did you tell her about the benefits this profit share can bring her?" He thought the woman was being greedy.

The translator quickly turned to Shen Yunfang, who was walking away, and said, "Miss Shen, you might not realize that even if you end up with only five percent of the net profit, that could still bring you an income of nearly ten to twenty thousand yuan." March Company had already made a preliminary estimate based on the sales of "Transformers" published by Joseph’s publishing house.

Shen Yunfang acted as if she hadn’t heard. Did they think she was a beggar? Dream on if they thought they could buy her rights with that little money.

"Teacher Zhu Zhengqi, Principal Wang, I’m going to class now," Yunfang said politely before she left, greeting the two school leaders.

Principal Wang nodded slightly. Although he didn’t quite understand what they were saying, he was nonetheless shocked by the figure the translator mentioned. Ten to twenty thousand yuan was a considerable sum, equivalent to more than a decade of his salary as the principal. However, seeing how composed Shen Yunfang was, as if she hadn’t heard at all (he believed she had), he too calmed down and let his eyelids droop once more.

After greeting the two, Yunfang headed straight for the door.

Yoshida saw the woman still walking out and, frustrated, rose from the sofa, "立ち止まる!" (Stop!)

The translator hurriedly followed up, "Mr. Yoshida is asking you to stop."

"Stop for what? To listen to your uninteresting talk? My time is very precious. If you really want to cooperate, then show me your sincerity. Hmm, I think you don’t understand me very well. Here’s the bottom line for Mr. Yoshida: If he wants to cooperate with me, he has to offer fifty percent of the profits, or there’s no point discussing further," Yunfang walked away without turning back, quite stylishly.

Yoshida didn’t understand what the woman had said just before leaving, so he turned directly to the translator.

The translator gulped, finding the job too daunting as both parties were so tough; he himself was just a small fry.

But Yoshida was watching, and he had to speak even if he didn’t want to.

"Mr. Yoshida, Miss Shen, she said, she said..."

When the last class ended, Shen Yunfang saw Teacher Zhu Zhengqi again.

She laughed, "Teacher Zhu, what did that Yoshida say this time?" She guessed that if the homeroom teacher sought her out at this time, it definitely had to do with something Yoshida had said, probably having raised the profit-sharing ratio, but she was sure it was still far from her own demand.

"He said he’s willing to offer you seven percent. That’s already a lot," Teacher Zhu said with a twinkle in his eye. "You shouldn’t be too greedy."

"Then you can tell him I’m not greedy at all, and he can find someone else to collaborate with," Shen Yunfang replied cheerfully. "Teacher, school’s over, so I’m going to leave first. Thanks for your trouble."

Teacher Zhu waved his hand, "No problem, off you go."

Watching Shen Yunfang’s disappearing figure, Zhu Zhengqi meandered toward the office.

Although many years had passed since the eight-year war of resistance against Japan, the innate disdain for the Japanese among the Chinese people hadn’t lessened at all. However, due to developmental needs, they now had to act as though everything was normal and treat the Japanese as friends and honored guests. Teacher Zhu Zhengqi, being very straightforward, felt uncomfortable about this, so seeing his student slap the Japanese in the face like that, he enjoyed watching from the sidelines.

By the time he ambled slowly into the office, the interpreter was standing at the doorway, craning his neck and looking their way. "Teacher, why have you come alone? Where is student Shen?" Mr. Yoshida inside had been waiting for quite a while.

Teacher Zhu had waited outside the classroom for nearly thirty minutes for Shen Yunfang.

"School’s let out; student Shen has gone home for lunch," Zhu Zhengqi said earnestly.

"What? She’s gone home for lunch? Didn’t you tell her Mr. Yoshida is still here waiting for her?" The interpreter was flabbergasted. Working as a translator for foreigners for so long, he had never seen a Chinese person disregard a foreigner like this before. Was this young lady stupid? Mr. Yoshida was an international friend who had been specially welcomed by the government, which was why he had been assigned as Mr. Yoshida’s interpreter.

Zhu Zhengqi frowned, "What’s the matter with you? Earning money is important, but isn’t health more important? Without a good body, how can one contribute to the country, how can one build the Four Modernizations?"

"That’s not what I meant, but Mr. Yoshida is still waiting inside. What should we say to him?" The interpreter was somewhat confounded.

"Say what needs to be said. If the Japanese can endure wind and rain, we Chinese cannot. If he has something important, let him wait for student Shen Yunfang to return in the afternoon," Zhu Zhengqi said before striding into the office.

He couldn’t speak Japanese, so his purpose in coming was to remind Principal Wang that it was time for lunch, and they should go to Mixi.

Principal Wang, a man of temperament, chuckled after hearing Teacher Zhu Zhengqi’s reminder and patted his belly, saying to the interpreter, "Haha, time flies. The whole morning has passed without me noticing it’s lunchtime. I’ve been thoroughly enjoying the conversation with Mr. Yoshida, but our school’s cafeteria is hardly fit for such a distinguished guest. I don’t think it would be proper to keep Mr. Yoshida for lunch. How about this, if you have further matters, let’s continue our discussion in the afternoon?" He spoke diplomatically, but the implication was clear: It’s lunchtime, and we won’t be hosting you, so please leave promptly.

The interpreter, with eyes closed, relayed everything to Mr. Yoshida in a rush, thinking to himself, Go ahead, get angry, and fire me—it would be better for me. There’s not a single nice person here. I quit! I’m going home for lunch too.

Mr. Yoshida stood up abruptly after hearing this. His facial muscles twisted in a way that made it clear how unsettled he felt inside, but after a few moments, he regained his composure, nodded to Principal Wang, then walked out of the office.

The interpreter had no choice but to follow behind him.