"Mr. Wang, what do you think of the development here?"
The Peng Clan patriarch, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, strolled leisurely through the canned herbal tea factory.
The other family leaders were there accompanying him as well, all wearing eager smiles.
As for Peng Yunliang and the other juniors, they followed behind like attendants.
They were truly making money now—and were clearly about to make a great deal more. The old men could no longer keep their composure. They naturally became even more friendly toward Wang Yan, showing him their regard and doing their best to maintain a good relationship with this formidable man whose mind was full of profitable schemes.
Wang Yan clasped his hands behind his back and adjusted his pace to accommodate the old men, wandering along unhurriedly.
"Of course it's good. You gave me a million, which means you made five million. How could that much money not be good?"
He then asked, "You didn't distribute all the profits and leave nothing for expansion and construction, did you?"
"How could that be, Mr. Wang? We didn't distribute dividends. We gave you a share first. We've put all the remaining money into expansion. We're pushing into Southeast Asia now—how could we manage with too little ammunition?"
"You've put some thought into it." Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "What's the situation now?"
Old Peng turned and gave a look. A capable young man naturally stepped forward to brief Wang Yan on the current state of the herbal tea business.
The herbal tea business in Hong Kong and Macao was doing exceptionally well. Even with canned herbal tea that could be chilled now on the market, sales of hot tea packets had not been affected much.
People who drank hot tea were used to it. Whenever they felt