"Can Jiang Chen help?"
The two kids took their friends out to play, and Pan Hui took off her disguise, worried all afternoon.
In contrast, Fang Weiguo was drinking tea, reading the newspaper, full of confidence, "Why not?"
"No matter how successful Jiang Chen is, after all, he's a businessman, not an official."
Why do ordinary people suffer?
Not just because of scarcity in material life, but also because they are kind and empathetic.
"So what if he's not an official?"
Fang Weiguo, unhurried, hit the nail on the head, "Isn't Green Land also doing business? Are their executives officials?"
That's right.
Pan Hui suddenly figured it out.
"How can they arrest people at will? Is Jiang Chen worse than Green Land? Can Jiang Chen not achieve what Green Land can?"
Pan Hui nodded, "Hmm, what you said makes sense. Jiang Chen's business is much larger than Green Land."
"Click."
The door opened.
Fang Qing walked in.
The couple turned their heads.
"Where are the kids?"
