Zhang Huai's mind raced as he tried to decide. 'Should I trust this Old Mr. Fang?'
'Qingmu and Juhua pushed me out here because they trust me. But if I mess this up, how can I face them?'
After a long silence, he came to a decision. 'To be safe, this is the only way.'
He looked up, meeting Fang Jingyu's gaze, and gave a slight nod. "We are willing to part with the secret recipe, but not right now. I think we need at least a year. We have to establish the Qingshan Sausage brand first. After a year, we plan to transfer the rights to the recipe through an auction."
Fang Jingyu was taken aback. He couldn't help but ask, "An auction?"
Zhang Huai replied, "The highest bidder gets it."
