Lin Chuxia tilted her head and looked at him, "If you say it like that, I’ll get proud. How about this..."
She turned to the side with a serious look, and Old Sir He also looked over seriously.
Lin Chuxia spoke mysteriously, "Since you think you’re not as good as me in everything, how about you call me Master, and in the future, if I find ways to get rich, I’ll take you along..."
"Pfft..."
Su Wensong couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
Old Sir He’s eyes widened in surprise, and he raised his hand as if to hit her, "You little brat, how dare you talk to your master like that? If I don’t teach you a lesson today, then I’m not your master..."
Lin Chuxia shrank back into the front passenger seat, and although Old Sir He tried to hit her, she was just out of reach, laughing so hard she was trembling like a flower.
This interruption finally eased the tense atmosphere in the car.
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Back home, Zhuang Jingshu asked her how things were going in An City.
Lin Chuxia told Zhuang Jingshu about Old Sir He and his children.
To be honest, someone with Zhuang Jingshu’s background could empathize with Old Sir He, as they had experienced similar situations in the past.
However, when it came to the behavior of Old Sir He’s children, Zhuang Jingshu couldn’t agree.
Back then, their family faced even greater difficulties, yet none of them abandoned or betrayed each other; they only worked together to overcome the crisis.
As for Lin Chuxia, who ended up with the Lin Family, it was an act of desperation at the time.
They didn’t expect it would be more than a decade, and those years were also filled with suffering for her.
Even Lin Chuxia’s father, before he died, kept worrying about her, apologizing and telling her to find her way back home if she ever got the chance, no matter what.
How could they be like Old Sir He’s two daughters, who were so heartless as to abandon their father and even lead others in slogans against him?
It was like stabbing their parents in the heart.
When she heard about He Caixia’s consequences, even someone as composed as Zhuang Jingshu couldn’t help but say, "She deserved a lesson."
As the two of them were talking, Qin Yang came home from work.
Lin Chuxia got up to cook.
The summer heat had only begun to cool by evening.
Once the meal was ready, the family set up a small table in the courtyard to eat.
After dinner, they sat in the courtyard enjoying the cool breeze, and it was during this time that Lin Chuxia brought up her thoughts.
This idea had been brewing in her mind, waiting for the right moment.
Recently, especially since Old Sir He returned, she realized she couldn’t wait any longer.
"You want to build a pharmaceutical factory?" Qin Yang looked a bit serious, "Leaving aside the approval problems, you’re a disciple of the Master, but you’ve never actually studied medicine with him. How can you suddenly want to start a pharmaceutical factory? And as I understand it, building one is not as simple as opening a bun shop or a clothing factory; it’s a long cycle and will involve many challenges."
Lin Chuxia was well aware that building a pharmaceutical factory required not only sufficient funds but also professional personnel, legal procedures, and qualifications, among other things.
And what she wanted wasn’t just any ordinary pharmaceutical factory.
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