"My health products have no issues; they've been checked countless times." James Reed said confidently, "Dad, you can rest assured about this. I won't let harmful things enter the market."
"Of course, I trust you, but Charles Seymour won't spare you." Ethan sighed lightly, concerned that his son was too naive — how could he outmaneuver that cunning little rascal?
"Have you forgotten how the Wilson Corporation ended up back in Mason Wilson's hands from Benjamin Walton's?" Ethan reminded James, worried that as he grew older, his time to protect James was diminishing. If James continued to be oblivious to the dangers of the world, what would happen in the future?
James Reed's expression suddenly changed, as he said uncomfortably, "Could my brother have someone rigorously inspect my products?"
His products met the standards, but overly strict inspections could indeed cause him a lot of trouble.
