Chu Fei firmly believed that cooperation was the only path to mutual benefit.
Take the current situation, for example.
Liu Jindao and his group were clearing the battlefield. This was already the third battle since Chu Fei had begun cooperating with Liu Jindao's team.
Chu Fei and the others sat in the rear, trading potions for spoils.
Simply put, their so-called cooperation went like this:
Liu Jindao risked his life, Liu Jindao charged ahead, Liu Jindao cleaned up the battlefield, Liu Jindao... complained;
Chu Fei held the rear, then appraised the spoils based on the situation once Liu Jindao brought them over.
After three battles, the only support Chu Fei had provided was the shock bombs fired when they attacked the Living Corpse Brood Mother.
After another transaction was completed, Liu Jindao was cornered by his subordinates.
"Brother Liu, something's not right here. We're cooperating with Chu Fei, but Chu Fei hasn't lifted a finger, and he still takes ten percent of the profits."
Liu Jindao gave a bitter smile. "Then what do you think we can do? Make Chu Fei go into battle?"
"This..."
Liu Jindao swept his gaze across his nine brothers and sighed. "Gentlemen, I know you're unhappy. So am I. But what can we do?
Chu Fei has money! He has potions! And he's willing to spend!
Gentlemen, just treat this as an unconventional armed escort mission. At least the returns are pretty good, and there are military merits too.
Besides, if Chu Fei joined the fighting, would we still get this much profit?"
Everyone fell silent.
In truth, everyone had their own calculations. Chu Fei's approach might have seemed somewhat unfair, but he was genuinely generous with his money. Top-tier recovery potions and Spirit Nurturing Potions were all sold at the club's internal member price—ninety