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Qin Jin: "...." Is she even a real grandmother? His factory had just started production, and the capital hadn't been recouped, yet she was talking about it failing.
Can't she think anything good about him?
But he didn't argue. Whatever grandmother and wife said was law. "That's true."
Mrs. Feng said, "You all spoil Qiaoqiao too much. Besides, Jin, the money you earn in a month is enough for Qiaoqiao's salary for a lifetime, right? Take my Kui, for example, how many years did he study? His monthly earnings are worth several years of hers."
"Prosperity will wane; it's an inevitability. Who can guarantee future earnings? Jin has to cover his own profits and losses, whereas your son has a stable salary and commission—guaranteed earnings without losses. In the future, we might be left with nothing, but your son will have something. Ah, but you wouldn't understand anyway. The point is, as long as Qiaoqiao is here, we won't starve," Old Mrs. Qin said.
