Mo Zicheng began fiddling with the hilt of his blade.
He looked rather hesitant.
"This... wouldn't be appropriate, would it? I'm arresting the Demoness to serve the ancient martial world of China with all my heart. If we start doing this... I don't understand business either..."
Lu Chengwen said, "Second Brother, you don't need to understand business. Brother Liu and I understand it! You just wait to collect your share. Brother Liu can handle everything else."
Fatty Liu said, "Ah, duty-bound, duty-bound!"
Mo Zicheng sighed. "Isn't this asking me to make a mistake...? Besides... the exact amount, this..."
Lu Chengwen said, "Five billion U.S. dollars, converted into Chinese Yuan for investment, comes to over three hundred billion! At the current exchange rate, it's roughly three hundred sixty billion. Three hundred billion will go into the Mo Family's pool. I've already invested ten billion into a certain project, leaving nearly fifty billion. Of those fifty billion, Second Brother gets thirty billion, Brother Liu gets ten billion, and the remaining loose change, hehe, goes to your little brother."
Mo Zicheng froze. "You... went to all this trouble, and you're getting less than ten billion for yourself? Heh, CEO Lu, you don't seem like someone who'd be short on ten billion."
Mo Zicheng's wariness did not surprise Lu Chengwen.
Lu Chengwen said, "Second Brother, you've seen right through me. That ten billion is just for the friendship between us Three Brothers—making money and getting rich together. My real goal is to get three hundred billion!"
"What... what do you mean?"
Lu Chengwen said, "I'm putting three hundred billion into the Mo Family. The Mo Family ought to... give me something in return, right?"
Mo Zicheng narrowed his eyes. "You brat, I knew you were after something big."
Lu Chengwen laughed. "The Jiang Family