In the evening, Xiao Qian came back from Uncle Wang's place in the urban village and only then learned about what had happened during the day.
"We've had a falling out with Wang Zhiqiang, who will we find to do our contract work now?" Xiao Qian said, "There are several new products waiting to be launched."
Jiang Xiaobai said, "That's something for me to think about, you don't need to worry. In the next few days, I will find a reliable factory for contract manufacturing. By the way, how is Uncle Wang?"
Xiao Qian lowered her voice and said, "I visited him today and spent the day with him. Before I left, he handed me a bankbook with several hundred thousand inside."
"Did you take it?" Jiang Xiaobai asked.
Xiao Qian shook her head, "That's his entire life's savings, how could I take it? I gave it back to him."
Jiang Xiaobai took a deep breath and said, "That's good. Uncle Wang earned all that money by selling scrap, we shouldn't take a cent from it."
