Lu Mian's idea was simple; with some careful handling, this matter wouldn't be too hard.
Fat Hao looked at her eagerness to give it a try, the kind that seemed ready to stir things up, and he couldn't help but wave his hands with a wry smile, "There's no need, Brother Mian. My dad doesn't want to take the blame for anything else..."
His family might be surnamed Guo, but they weren't professionals at taking the fall for others.
"What about you?" Lu Mian then looked towards Shouhao, "How about moving your family company's business over to Jinjing?"
She was very serious in offering a solution, and no one doubted the sincerity of her words. Anything Lu Mian said somehow carried an inexplicable persuasive power, even if it sounded rather fantastical.
Shouhao too, convinced, waved his hand, "Brother Mian, don't worry about us. I heard from my family that there are many rich second-generations and family heirs in Jinjing. The class hierarchy is quite strict. Take care of yourself!"
