Marshal Tianpeng was flabbergasted.
Isn't that a bit too much?
Way too much!
But it wasn't like he had a choice. If Sha Chen said he would fight, he would fight, and if he said he would drive him out, he would definitely drive him out. Therefore, he could only grit his teeth and haggle with Sha Chen, eventually arriving at a price that made his flesh ache.
Moreover, he had to pay enough rent upfront. If he left early for some reason, the rent wouldn't be refunded, and the next time he came, it would be recalculated.
Marshal Tianpeng handed over some resources, suffering greatly in the process.
With a look of deep resentment, he said, "Old Sha, we're like brothers, and you're still so calculative. You're starting to resemble a stingy landlord."
Sha Chen replied indifferently, "Brothers settle accounts clearly."
Marshal Tianpeng said, "Fairweather brothers."
