Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head, looked at her father, and asked with a smile, "Dad, you're not worried about that they might blame me for not offering them more in the future, are you?"
"Hm. After all, you will sold them three of your jobs, and they'll be giving you two or three thousand yuan at once. It's hard to guarantee they won't have some extra thoughts in their minds." Mr. Su said seriously.
"The three jobs are being sold to them, not given to our family. If the relationship between the two families becomes strained, then it's better to expose the tension now. It's better than later, when something big happens, and we're backstabbed unexpectedly."
Su Xiaoxiao spoke lightly, showing no signs of being troubled by the matter.
In two years, when individual small businesses are allowed, she planned to expand her business and would naturally think about pulling her relatives into it.