"Now the whole country is cracking down on food safety issues, and yet your family has run into trouble at this moment. The authorities are just looking for a perfect example to make a point, and Qiao's, regardless of its scale or heritage, is the best example. It's no longer about providing financial assistance, do you understand?"
Qiao Ling's face was pale, and she asked nervously, "So that means there's no saving Qiao's now, and we're just waiting for bankruptcy, right?"
Wei Chengfeng's expression remained unchanged, "What you can do now is to try your best to minimize the losses for Qiao's."
"How do we minimize?"
Wei Chengfeng lifted his teacup, leisurely blew away the floating leaves, and then said, "This, I cannot help you with. After all, this is a major issue that concerns the destiny of your Qiao Family. It's not appropriate for me to get involved. Whether it ends good or bad, that's not a responsibility I can afford."
