"I can distribute some of the supplies we brought to them," Chen Jing said. "There aren't that many of them, so the resupply pressure on us won't be too great. I can have the second hunting party bring more supplies, or simply establish a long-term supply line. It might be a little troublesome to maintain, but with the capabilities of the Three Great Families, it should still be doable."
Sun Hang said, "As the heir of the Chen Family..."
"Uh, I'm not the heir. My eldest brother is," Chen Jing said. "I'm not very interested in the position of family head..."
"But no matter what, you're still a young master of the Chen Family. There's a saying—do you know it?" Sun Hang asked.
"Please, go ahead."
"Give someone a cup of rice, and they'll thank you. Give them a bucket, and they'll resent you. Favors that come too easily make people forget gratitude. Even if you have plenty of supplies, you shouldn't hand them out for free," Sun Hang said. "You can sell them instead. As for the price, the cost of transporting supplies here is already many times higher than the value of the supplies themselves. If you sell them at Longcheng prices, you'll lose far too much. I suggest setting the price equal to Yumen's. To them, that would already count as immense generosity."
"You're right!" Chen Jing nodded hurriedly. "I overlooked that."
Longcheng, South Bus Station.
Cheng Ming, squeezed amid the crowd, got off the coach carrying two large bags of luggage. He turned back and glanced at the enormous words "Longcheng South" atop the building behind him.
He was one of only four survivors of the Blood Feast incident, and the only Anomaly Hunter from the G1944 train willing to continue participating in this