The idea to form a group of trusted confidants did cross Tang Xiu’s mind since he wanted to make his business bigger later. He thought that telling Hu Qingsong about it felt too early. Nevertheless, as the conversation came to this point, hiding it any longer wouldn’t make sense. After a moment of contemplation, he finally made up his mind and said, “The Magnificent Tang Corporation.”
Hu Qingsong knitted his brows, trying to recall the name. He suddenly got up from his chair with a drastically changed expression. Placing his hands on the table, he leaned forward and stared fixedly at Tang Xiu, “You said that you are the Big Boss of the Magnificent Tang Corporation? The same Magnificent Tang Corporation that produces Gods Nectar?”
“Yeah,” said Tang Xiu with a nod.
