No matter how you put it, Xia Bowen had to be utilized.
The place where Old Mr. Ji lived was at some distance from the joint venture company.
Song Yunuan hadn't taken Asheng with her.
He and Yingying, along with the children from the neighborhood, were having a great time playing.
Even when Song Yunuan told him they were going to the zoo tomorrow, he wasn't that excited.
The journey to Xia Bowen's workplace was a silent one.
From a distance, it looked quite majestic and grand, but Song Yunuan knew that Xia Bowen had taken her words seriously that day, and had even reported them to his superiors.
The focus of the joint venture had already quietly shifted away from cotton spinning products.
As for the specifics of the shift and whether it had caused any resentment from the partners, Song Yunuan didn't know.
But she believed that a person like Xia Bowen would handle it properly.
The car didn't stop at the main entrance; they went from a different direction.
