Wang Yuanwen believed he knew exactly how the Flour Improver Factory had come about.
His son had paid for it himself. They had merely found a few foreigners to negotiate the acquisition and put on the label of foreign investment.
Strictly speaking, it really was not "genuine foreign investment"!
He had originally wanted to call his son as soon as the trouble began and tell him about it, but after thinking it over repeatedly, he never made that call.
His son was busy, busy enough that he could not even come home for the New Year.
If he told him about this headache now, would that not just be dragging his son into it? Besides, although his son Wang Ye was probably quite wealthy, he did business overseas and had no connections back home.
So even if he told him, Wang Ye would not be able to help. He would only gain another worry.
After dragging things out for a while, Wang Yuanwen received another message through an old friend.
"Yuanwen, prepare yourself mentally. The factory may be taken back.
"Of course, they will not take it for nothing. They will refund you according to your original purchase price, paid in one lump sum. After that, you will have nothing to do with the Flour Improver Factory.
"I heard someone at the bureau has spoken up. They said that although there were irregularities in your acquisition of the Flour Improver Factory, you did make some contribution to its development, so they do not intend to pursue your responsibility.
"Old friend, I advise you to accept it.
"Otherwise, this matter may not end so easily..."
After hanging up, Wang Yuanwen remained silent for a long time.
He understood why his old friend had made this call, and he also understood that