Old Mr. Wen brought Wen Xinya with him to chat with some old friends and the shareholders of the Wen Corporation.
"Xinya, this is the biggest shareholder of the Wen Corporation, Mr. Qian. Mr. Qian holds 13% of the Wen Corporation's shares."
"Nice to meet you, Uncle Qian!" Wen Xinya greeted smilingly while glancing at the slightly chubby Mr. Qian. Although he was already in his sixties, he seemed to have taken good care of his skin, for he still looked rather youthful. He had a beer belly and he looked exceptionally sly when he smiled and his eyes turned into small slits.
Dimples formed on Qian Jianhui's chubby face whenever he smiled. "My niece, your Grandpa and I are longtime friends, and he's only a few years older than me. You're getting the seniorities wrong by calling me 'Uncle'."
Wen Xinya looked at Old Mr. Wen in shock.
