An elder and a youth looked at each other for a moment, and the old tailor asked softly, "Mr. Lance, what do you want this child for?"
In fact, this "child" was older than Lance, but to the old tailor, he was still a child, which also indirectly revealed his protective feelings towards his son-in law.
"Clothing factory, I need a manager, but I can't trust anyone else."
"Come and help me manage this clothing factory, arrange the work, storage, procurement, and shipping, all of it, I'll give you a hundred dollars a month."
Both the old tailor and his son-in-law gasped, a hundred dollars a month was not a small sum in their eyes, and it could at least solve their current predicament.
The two looked at each other again for a while, exchanged words quietly for a moment, and then the old tailor nodded and said, "This is your kindness, we have no reason to refuse."
Lance and the old tailor's son-in-law shook hands, "I haven't asked for your name yet."
"Rider."
