Before going to sleep, Xia Ningxing knocked on the door of her parents' room, sat by the bed, and shared her thoughts with them, "Dad, Mom, once we return to the Capital City tomorrow, we should secretly stockpile as much food as possible. Then, when the famine really hits, we can donate it all in the name of our factory."
"Okay, Mom will listen to Bao'er." Mrs. Xia had no objections; whatever Xia Ningxing said went.
Moreover, she believed that her own Bao'er would never do the wrong thing. Her actions must have been backed by her own purposes and plans.
As soon as Xia Jiehao heard this, he instantly understood Xia Ningxing's intentions and couldn't help but rub his head, "Bao'er is really too smart. By doing this, we can both help the disaster victims and improve our reputation, establishing our brand image. It's a win-win."
"Yes," Xia Ningxing nodded.
In fact, what Xia Ningxing and her family didn't yet know was that the benefits extended far beyond just that.
