"I'm going to find someone to work on it at the factory today. But take this money back; I can't accept money from a younger generation," Mr. Su frowned and pushed the money Jiang Yexun had handed him back.
Although his son-in-law was wealthy, he couldn't just let him pay for everything.
"This is to show respect to all the elders in the family. The design is Xiaoxiao's, and you're helping by finding someone to work on it, Dad. I can't just contribute nothing," Jiang Yexun said earnestly, trying to reason with him.
Mr. Su, who had been persistent earlier, paused to think about it. After considering Jiang Yexun's words, he felt they made sense and finally accepted the money.
"Alright, you don't need to stay here with me. Go back quickly," Mr. Su waved his hand and shoved the money into his pocket before braving the wind and snow and heading out in a hurry.
He needed to get to the factory and test the new steel.