Su Yu accepted the brocade box and contract without any false modesty, taking them decisively.
A continuous stream of three thousand taels of silver per year—this was immensely important for his future.
The cost of practicing Martial Arts was growing ever larger, and he desperately needed a stable source of income.
The Yang Family was a suitable partner in all respects.
As for the Yang Family's intentions, it was simply to pull him into their fold.
This was understandable, however, as it was a win-win situation.
Seeing Su Yu accept, the crow's feet at the corners of Yang Chongren's eyes deepened with his smile.
'Success!'
'By giving up a twenty percent share of the profits, I've tied down a genius with a limitless future. There's no way to lose on this deal.'
"Nephew Su, do you have any other requests?"
Su Yu shook his head.
"In that case, Nephew Su, please get some rest. I won't disturb you any longer." Yang Chongren was decisive and immediately rose to take his leave.
