"Old Qian was also our factory's accountant before, later when the factory's performance wasn't good, he found ways to use his connections to transfer to the cotton mill."
"He should still be living in the same old place, I heard Huang Ji is just around there. I haven't seen Old Qian in many years, only at his son's wedding seven or eight years ago, but I heard he's a regular at Huang Ji, he basically spends most of his pension there."
"Xiao Qin, if you're willing to take care of Old Qian, that would be great, it would give me face too. I'll say hello to Old Qian first, and you can add him later."
Qin Huai asked, "Uncle Wang, do you know what kind of flavors Grandpa Qian likes?"
"He just likes that kind of flashy and expensive stuff." Uncle Wang said without hesitation, "He was the type to chase after trends when he was young, saving up half a year's salary to buy leather shoes. If you want to thank him, make him something flashy, you can't go wrong."
