An Mingjiang was clearly tempted by the facial soap business.
A smile played on Old Nine's lips as he rose to leave.
Once Old Nine had left, An Dongyang came in. "Dad, that facial soap business is seriously profitable. Wouldn't it be even better if we controlled it ourselves?"
An Mingjiang's expression darkened. "Nonsense."
"Have you forgotten what times we're living in, and what our status is? If anyone finds out we're involved in business, do you want a bullet in your head?"
He could turn a blind eye to black market dealings, but they absolutely could not get involved in this. The moment they did, the An Family's destruction wouldn't be far behind.
Seeing An Dongyang's nonchalant attitude gave An Mingjiang a splitting headache. He couldn't help but set down his teacup and begin to speak, his tone heavy with meaning.
"I found you a teaching job at the commune school. For now, just go there and do a good job. As long as you show some results, I'll have you promoted."
