Qian Huan had many questions in his heart, and he brought them up one by one.
He asked, "The stubborn folks at the top of the prison system will surely try to obstruct us. How should we deal with them?"
Wang Cong had his responses ready and answered unhurriedly, one by one.
He said, "We can sign even more lucrative agreements with them, sharing richer profits."
Qian Huan wasn't very pleased inside. His uncle's body wasn't even cold yet. Qian Huan was a petty person, with a strong hatred hidden in his heart.
Qian Huan gritted his teeth, "These people always think that the stock reform of the Second Prison is like us cutting flesh from their bodies. We are willing to share profits with them, but they may not be willing to share benefits with us."
Wang Cong answered, "Then just sign an agreement directly with the Executive Government."
Qian Huan: "What kind of agreement?"
