"Uncle Ma can be the factory director!" Tang Xiaonan exclaimed, clapping her hands.
"Yeah, I think you'd be a great fit for factory director, Aston. Why not have the higher-ups appoint you?" Goldie Thorne said with a smile.
Aston Marsh waved his hands repeatedly. "No way, I can't do it. What do I know about management? I'm fine with procurement, but I don't have the skills to run a factory. No, no, absolutely not."
Adrian Hawthorne smiled but didn't join the conversation. He had already given them the idea; the actual execution had nothing to do with him. His friendship with Aston Marsh wasn't that deep yet. He had only offered the suggestion to repay Aston for the favor of introducing him to Feng Ye.
Goldie Thorne and Aston Marsh joked around for a bit. Outside, the sky grew darker. Aston smiled and said, "Let's go get something to eat. We've got nothing else on tonight, so let's have a few drinks, just the two of us."
"Sounds good!"
