This probably won't work.
After just a glance, Fu Qian determined that the ever-calm warehouse wouldn't cut it.
No matter how generous one is to employees, they wouldn't be so reckless as to directly give away shareholder rights.
As a one-time consumable, Fu Qian wasn't planning to waste this precious opportunity on stabbing the warehouse in the back.
Even if it worked, it might not be a good thing.
The poor state of the warehouse was obvious, and it had already been mocked more than once. Though it looked like it had an office space, who knew how much it was actually in debt.
Even if I really got into the equity structure, it wouldn't be much different from Jiang Yuanliang inviting me to join his studio.
I'm working by contract now, going to work and getting paid on time, completing a task earns me extra income. Why would I muddy these waters?
Such an unruly thing should be used on a good day, and with care.
Fu Qian looked down at what was in his hand.
