A Business Proposal Manhwa Novels & Stories

~Raemon~ “I hope you don’t have issues having me on very short notice?” I asked looking at the fucker eyeball to eyeball. He smiled, “No issues at all.” He responded dryly, relaxing into his chair. “We went through your business proposals and they are not bad at all. I’m hoping we can do good business together.” I said forcing out a smile, as all I could think of, were my hands on his neck choking him to his death.

He took my hand in his and softly stroked the back as he watched me intently. "I have a proposal for you." I held my breath and motioned for him to continue. The anticipation was killing me. "First, I want to assure you that no matter what your response, I will take care of your tuition. If you decline my proposal, you can forget about it and still get funded for your college education without worry. Don’t forget that because I don’t want you to be forced into anything. You will always have a choice."

But Amber wondered how much longer before the Ambrovs pushed past those boundaries of the city limits to expand their territory? The Fringe was a wealth of clients looking to buy guns and drugs. It was ripe for the picking, a big source of cash flow from the downtrodden and hopeless. If the Ambrovs decided to claim it, it’d be a gang war unlike this city had ever seen. It’d be bloody and people like her father would be smack dab in the middle of it. Good people like the doc and his family would also get hurt in the crossfire. Amber shivered at the thought.

he asked. "It's not too challenging because there are still many shareholders to help me out. So far, it hasn't been too demanding," Yuna replied. She didn't mention that she would be going abroad soon. At this moment, Ashton pulled out a project proposal and handed it to her. "Take a look. If you like it, we can collaborate on its development." Yuna was surprised as she read the contents. She asked, "This isn't what your company usually deals with. Is it a new business you're trying to develop?"

As usual, it was a call from Natalie. Julian met my gaze as he parted his lips to explain. "There's no need to explain. I know you're busy with work," I cut him off before he could speak. However, my thoughtfulness seemed to have unsettled him even more. Desperate to figure out what came over me, his grip on my hand tightened. His ringtone grew even more insistent. Julian finally loosened his hold on me under my steady gaze. "I'll show up on our 100th proposal," he promised before hurrying away.

"No, I don't. I'm not in the design business, so all I make is for my use only. And this is a form of my dedication and love towards someone. There's no way I can afford to give my designs away for people to use." The assistant fell silent, awaiting Bryan's decision on his colleague's proposal. Bryan opened the sheet on the desk with 'Hashimoto Jun' written and gasped when he saw the few writing lines there. "This is crazy! He's planning to set up a prostitution bar. Has he lost his mind offering me this kind of business? Email him a rejection letter immediately." "But, sir—" "What else?" "Look at the last page of his proposal. He told me that if you intend to refuse, you should look at the

"Where's the business proposal I asked for you earlier, Helda?" "Here's the contract, sir," she said and laid something in front of my table. I quickly reached for the papers and read them but I was already frowning on the first page. What kind of business proposal is this? This is garbage! "What is this?" I angrily dropped the papers she provided in front. I looked up and she bowed her head. What a pathetic and inefficient worker. "What kind of business proposal is this? A love letter? An excuse letter? What the fuck, Helda! You weren't in high school to make that proposal to Mr. Monde a love letter! Don't you know how to make a business proposal or are you just stupid!"

Just the thought of him being her brother makes me happy. We head to the cafeteria, sit down, and I smile at her. “You said you have something to tell me and someone who wants to meet me?” “Yes, my brother.” “Hi, I’m Kim Min Ho, but you can call me Min Ho. I have a proposal I’d like to discuss. The Hong Construction Firm is the biggest in the world. It would be an honor to work with you.” “Oh, sure, sounds good. You can send your proposal to my secretary, and I’ll take a look and schedule a meeting, if that’s okay.”

his dad asked, cautiously, “what brings you gentlemen here for my son?” Takahashi inhaled deeply and pulled a stack of papers from his briefcase. “Takuto-kun… this is your business proposal, correct?” Takuto glanced down—and nearly passed out. It was his crayon-drawn “Kimura Trading Corp Rebirth Plan,” complete with 8,765 yen of his New Year’s money taped on the side, labeled "Initial Investment." “Uhh… I was just… doodling…” he laughed awkwardly. “Doodling?” Sato sighed. “Kid, your doodling made our stock price jump 15% in three days.”