He'd also take the opportunity to have a good talk with the old man and, on account of their pleasant cooperation, ask for a little more money.
Feng Shan didn't think his request was excessive. 'I won't ask for much,' he mused, 'just an extra 10 million will do.'
Besides, the Wild Bull Tribe had its own oil company; money was rolling in for them.
Their daily income was like a flowing river. A little extra cash like this was just a drop in the bucket for them.
Feng Shan had already choreographed the whole script in his head. He was just waiting for the old man to agree to the pay raise.
He would then feign a moment of reserved hesitation before smoothly agreeing to the Wild Bull Tribe's request to turn the Crown Territory into a Holy Land.
That way, it would be a win-win. Both sides would be happy, each getting what they wanted.
