"Oh, right, Brother Hui. I see you've gotten jobs for the whole Zhao family combo, so how come you haven't arranged one for your own father?"
Zhao Xiangjun shot him a look. 'The "Zhao family combo"? Seriously?'
Zhao Hui just chuckled. He knew Chen Xiao was just teasing him.
As the Vice President of Junxiao Square, it was naturally easiest for him to arrange jobs at the mall. But with his First Uncle, Third Uncle, and Fourth Uncle all squeezed in, bringing Mr. Zhao in too would immediately form a Zhao family clique.
So, worried about the potential repercussions, he had let Mr. Zhao rest at home for a while. Besides, Zhao Hui's income was very high now; he didn't need the little bit of money his father would earn.
Chen Xiao wasn't actually pressuring him to find a job for Mr. Zhao; he was just kidding.
"Are Third Uncle and First Uncle at the mall today? If so, let's have them join us."
