“Forget it, then. Since you don’t wanna say, I won’t ask.” Tang Yunde smiled lightly and said, “Give me some time. I’ll make you a genuine second-generation nouveau riche later.”
Tang Xiu shook his head, “I’m afraid there’s no hope for you to make me a second generation nouveau riche in this lifetime.”
“Are you looking down on me?” Tang Yunde stared at him.
“It’s not that I’m looking down on you.” Tang Xiu said with a smile, “But how much money do you think you can make annually? Do you want me to tell you how much net profit I got after selling only two batches of Gods Nectar?”
“How much?”
Tang Yunde really didn’t know. He only learned that Gods Nectar was very hot now. Kang Xia even sent over ten boxes personally. He tasted it, and the flavor truly was the best.
Smiling lightly, Tang Xiu stretched out four fingers and said, “Nearly four billion. And like I said, it’s just the net profit.”
_Hiss…_
