Wong Xiao felt that the ten tons of coal should be charged to the textile factory's account, after all, he was running around for the affairs of the textile factory. How could he let the commune pay for it?
With that thought, he felt much better.
Lin Nianhe instantly put on a smile that was even brighter than sunflowers: "I knew it, Uncle Wong isn't the kind of person who is unreasonable. Besides, even if our village's school really is a dependent's school, it should be the match factory dependent's elementary school."
Wong Xiao: "..."
It seemed like she was reminding herself that she had also brought the match factory.
Suddenly, Wong Xiao saw the light—Even if the textile factory could only maintain the status quo, now they had a match factory in Lan County! The industrial and commercial tax revenue this year would definitely be more than last year!
