"Mr. Smith, do you think I've already got my own core team?"
Gao Guang felt he already had his core team, but he was unsure what this "core team" actually entailed.
When Gao Guang didn't understand, he would ask, and Smith was always ready to answer.
"Your current team can be considered a military foundation, core enough, but not yet complete."
Smith took a puff of his cigar and then, with a smile that was not quite a smile, said, "I have a question for you now. How do you view the people around you? Do you see them as brothers who would follow you through life and death or as employees following you to make money?"
This was a question only someone who had been through it could ask, and it was precisely what Gao Guang was struggling with and feeling confused about.
"That's exactly what's troubling me!"
Gao Guang slapped his thigh hard, then placed the cigar in the ashtray, spread his hands, and said with a bitter smile, "I just can't figure it out anymore..."
