Seventy thousand?
Though not a large sum, it was enough for him to expand the factory and establish a company.
Xia Jianren had been calculating in his heart, but his heavily sighed facade showed a mature handsome face covered with dark clouds, filled with visible dejection.
"What's the matter?" Mrs. Xia frowned, her eyes full of worry as they rested on him, "You're sighing so deeply, are you feeling unwell?"
"No," Xia Jianren put on a convincing act, shaking his head and closing his eyes in guilt, "Lanzi, it's my incompetence that has forced you, a woman, to go out and work. I thought I could make money for us by going into business, but the factory hasn't been doing well these past few years..."
"What can we do then?" Although Mrs. Xia was also a businesswoman by now, she didn't understand how to run a factory. She bit her lip and suggested, "Why don't you quit running the factory? Let's sell perfume together!"
