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Lin Dongzhe's uncles were all seasoned veterans in the business world, having navigated countless deals and disputes over the years. They understood the ins and outs of shareholding like they knew every inch of their own vegetable garden. The group gathered in a warmly lit room, bustling with excitement. In the center stood an old wooden table, adorned with several cups of steaming tea, the fragrance wafting through the air. Yet, at this moment, no one paid attention to the tea; their eyes were fixed on the proposal that would determine their financial futures.
The eldest uncle, calm and collected, took out a pair of reading glasses from his pocket and carefully placed them on his nose. From a nearby cloth bag, he solemnly pulled out several sheets filled with dense handwriting, smoothing them out before laying them on the table. He pointed with his index finger, tracing each line of terms as he spoke in a steady and resonant voice: "Everyone pay close attention. This funding is crucial. From the initial capital to subsequent contributions, every penny must be accounted for clearly. Who invested how much and what percentage they hold must be precise. It's just like building a house; the foundation must be solid, and this investment ratio is our financial foundation." As he spoke, he picked up a pen and circled several key figures emphatically. In his mind, he thought it was good that these young ones had ambition, but rules needed to be established in business to avoid future conflicts. They had to understand their shares clearly so they could earn money smoothly; he had to ensure they didn’t rush into things blindly.
The other uncles chimed in eagerly, adding their thoughts: "Also, those who have been busy sourcing goods, running channels, and setting up stalls deserve their fair share based on their efforts. Otherwise, how can we ensure fairness?" They counted on their fingers, citing examples from previous dealings where similar contributions were fairly compensated. Their lively discussion transformed what could have been a complex and tedious calculation into something as simple as chatting over tea. Everyone leaned in closer, eyes wide with focus, not wanting to miss any detail of the proposal. Occasionally, someone would raise a small question or disagreement, prompting a flurry of discussion that made the atmosphere even more vibrant than a bustling market.
After much deliberation, they finally reached an agreement on the shares. The distribution of profits for each stage and each person was clearly documented in black and white—solid and unmistakable. Lin Dongzhe felt both excited and grounded; he was thrilled to have taken this crucial step and reassured by his uncles' presence overseeing everything. He looked forward to the upcoming business ventures with optimism, feeling that a bright financial future was beckoning him.
At that moment, Lin Dongzhe's cousin—an impulsive and warm-hearted fellow—slapped his thigh excitedly, his face flushed with enthusiasm as he exclaimed: "I can't just stand by while you all charge ahead! I need to join in! Together we can turn dirt into gold; many hands make light work!" He thought about how family and friends coming together for a project wouldn’t be complete without him. Besides, this business opportunity seemed promising; getting involved meant he could help out while also sharing in the profits—a win-win situation. With that said, everyone wasted no time; they quickly packed up their things like soldiers preparing for battle and rushed back to Suzhou, diving headfirst into the bustling corners of town to sell their goods.
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