Naturally, after Sun Dazhang was promoted, Uncle Qiao naturally took over his position. Though Uncle Qiao was nearly sixty years old now, he was very content to become the head of the Qiao Family Team.
The official document hadn't arrived yet, but internal notifications had already been sent to individuals involved, and agreements had been made, just waiting for the autumn harvest to handle the transfer.
Qiao Qingyu felt a bit regretful. If her uncle had been younger, she really could have pushed him further along this path.
But Sun Dazhang was also an astute man. Although he was cunning and had a desire for profit, that was human nature, as long as there were limits.
Regarding Qiao Qingyu's suggestion about corn silk, Sun Dazhang was truly enthusiastic.
It was like a group of people huddled around a lamp, but then someone struck a match and lit the oil lamp.
Then the lamp brightened.
Others saw it and thought, "Oh my, is it really that simple?"
