"Thank you, uncles. In such difficult times, you still dare to lend us money, and we will repay you even if it means selling our last pots and pans," An Hao paused here, then continued, "We accept this money, and in the future, I will incorporate it into my family company's shares. We will distribute dividends based on the money."
"Thank you! Good girl, you are so honorable," Shen Zhihua's father nodded in praise.
If it had not been for Qin Jian who had gone to An Hao first, he really would have liked his son to marry this daughter-in-law.
After seeing off the guests at home, An Hao discussed her plans with her father, stating that she had to leave today.
An Shuchao agreed, and after eating, he drove them to the village entrance and watched them leave.
By the time they got back to the city, it was already late.
An Hao was eager to convert it to money, so upon returning, she went upstairs and opened her drawer, pulling out the brocade box.
