Can't Win an Argument with Her

The fact was that Jiang Xia, Zhou Chenglei, and Jiang Dong had all been invited to "have tea" that morning.

Even earlier than them were Old He and several factory directors.

Not a single person who had transferred money to Jiang Xia and Zhou Chenglei had escaped; all of them had been invited in.

Even Zhang Rong had been dragged into it.

Jiang Xia and the others simply had no idea yet.

On the way home, Jiang Xia sat in the back seat with Father Jiang.

Father Jiang held his daughter's hand. "Were you frightened?"

Jiang Xia smiled. "No. They're not some flood or savage beast. Besides, their attitude when questioning me was very good, and they had good tempers too. Besides, I haven't done anything illegal or disorderly. What do I have to be afraid of?"

People were only afraid when they had done something that made them feel guilty. Jiang Xia hadn't done anything like that, so what did she have to fear?

"Is it convenient to tell Dad about what happened this morning?"

"What's inconvenient about it?"

So Jiang Xia told Father Jiang about the morning's events.

The story went back to that morning.

Jiang Xia had been taken to an office, where she faced questioning and investigation by two staff members.

One of the staff members handed a transfer record to Jiang Xia and asked, "GuoMao Garment Factory One in Capital City transferred 378,600 yuan to you two days ago. Why did they transfer such a large sum to you?"

Jiang Xia glanced at it. "That was the commission I earned for working as a part-time translator and sales consultant for the Garment Factory at the Canton Fair! What's wrong? Does the organization think my abilities are outstanding and want to reward me? What kind of