"Ahem, uh!" Clearing his throat softly, Wang Qiang stood up with a serious demeanor. After everyone directed their attention to him, he began speaking earnestly, "Let me say a few words as well!"
With the aura of a leader making a report, just this introductory remark, devoid of substance, had Wang Qiang already gesturing extravagantly with his right hand raised.
"We now have enough to eat and drink, and our material needs are basically met, but is that enough? Clearly not! We need higher demands, such as spiritual ones."
At this point, others might not catch the nuances in Wang Qiang's words, but Tang Xiaoquan, who knew his brother's temperament well, roughly guessed the topic he was about to address.
As the saying goes, habits determine everything. Although his brother spoke convincingly now, Tang Xiaoquan knew that his true intentions were not as "noble" as they appeared on the surface.
