>Lin Zihui casually asked, “How can I feel wronged if I visit the factory workshop?”


Wu Yao Dong pushed him to go outside: “My young master, let’s go out.”


Lin Zihui glanced at Qiao Wen and saw that the other party nodded slightly, so he didn’t insist anymore, followed Wu Yao Dong out, and returned to the previous office.


Wu Yao Dong very attentively sent a table of refreshments, and Lin Zihui politely thanked him and asked Qiao Wen to enjoy it together.


After the people left, Lin Zihui’s smile on his face was constricted, and he looked at Qiao Wen with a pensive expression, and asked, “Awen, what do you think?”


Ever since he met Lin Zihui, the great male protagonist had always looked like a naive young man.
It was very rare for him to be so solemn, but after a little thought, he also knew that this factory was not that simple.


Only now Qiao Wen felt that Lin Zhaoming was really an old fox, and he really let his son do exercise.


From what he just observed, this small factory was almost like Wu Yao Dong’s kingdom.
The workers almost obeyed him, although they knew Lin Zihui was the young master, they were very indifferent to him.


Instead of answering, he asked back, “Young Master Hui, what do you think?”


Lin Zihui waved his hand a little embarrassed: “I’m not a young master, it doesn't matter if others call me, don't make fun of me.” He picked up a ledger on the table and skimmed his lips, “It seems that these are indeed just for show.”


Qiao Wen joked: “Your dad really made you come here for exercise.”


Lin Zihui smiled helplessly: “Uncle Dong is not going to let me interfere with the factory's affairs.
Awen, if you don't want to work here, you don't have to force yourself.
I can see that you are a capable person, you can't just get a thousand dollars salary and call it a day.”


Qiao Wen laughed: “One thousand yuan is not a small amount.
Since I have signed the contract, how can I say nothing and do nothing? Besides, I am very poor, and I definitely don't want to get this thousand dollars all the time.
This factory is now handed over to you by your father, you are the boss, from now on you are in charge of this place of course.”


Lin Zihui looked hesitant.


Qiao Wen patted his arm: “Don’t worry, you are a top student at Hong Kong City University, so how can you not be able to manage a small factory.”


Lin Zihui took a deep breath and clenched his hands into fists to cheer himself up: “That's right.”



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