He suddenly grabbed Peng Cuiying by the collar and lifted her up, yelling, "It's all because of you, you stupid woman!"

"Smack!"

Jiang Jiahua roared and slapped Peng Cuiying hard across the face.

"Slap!" Still not satisfied, he slapped him back hard.

Peng Cuiying already had a headache, and this blow made her see stars and she was completely stunned.

It looked like Jiang Jiahua's fist, as big as a sandbag, was about to fall again.

Even though she was dizzy, she could only prop herself up.

"Jiang Jiahua, are you crazy! If you dare to lay a hand on me again, I'll report you to the Women's Federation right now!" In her panic, Peng Cuiying had a sudden inspiration and shouted.

After she shouted that, Jiang Jiahua's fist stopped in mid-air.

But he seemed to have lost all his energy and collapsed onto his backside.

Peng Cuiying endured her headache and facial pain, panting for a couple of breaths before asking, "What's wrong with you today? Didn't we analyze it yesterday? Huo Beixiao buying the cement factory is a bottomless pit. If you don't break off your relationship with that brat, she'll go around saying you're her father, and you'll be the one filling that hole for her!"

Jiang Jiahua covered his face with his hands, "The analysis was wrong, the cement plant is alive!"

"What do you mean?" Peng Cuiying forgot her own pain for a moment and asked Jiang Jiahua.

Standing to the side, trying to minimize her presence, Jiang Yiran already knew what Jiang Jiahua meant.

Just like in the previous life, after the cement plant was sold to a private individual, it received a large number of orders and became even more prosperous than when it was a state-owned enterprise.

For the next thirty years, cement plant workers even had to work in three shifts, day and night, to meet sales demands.

That's not a cement plant that produces cement; it's clearly a giant money printing machine!