In the Savage Wilderness Realm, you could open a shop in any of the major Border Wasteland Cities, but gambling houses were jointly registered by the various great powers and subject to strict entry requirements.
Having a gambling house in your name was like owning a machine that produced beast cores.
Gong Xian's twelve gambling houses were undoubtedly twelve such machines, and naturally they commanded a sky-high price.
Shi Erli's brows knotted. Miao Chunsheng sneered. "Mr. Xue really doesn't consider us his own people. I knew it! The moment the gambling ended, you vanished without a trace. Turns out you immediately went looking for someone to appraise the price. We treated you with sincerity, and you've acted this way. I truly don't know what to say."
Xu Yi said, "Brother Miao, you're making too much of it. I merely did what the two of you should have done. All my life, I've trusted people the most—and trusted them the least. When great profits are at stake, even flesh and blood can become enemies, let alone us, who met by chance. I haven't acted this way because I distrust either of you; I simply trust rules with binding force more."
Miao Chunsheng was about to criticize him further when Shi Erli said, "Brother Xue, you've truly misunderstood. I never intended to renege on my promise. It's just that such a huge sum is beyond my means at the moment. How about this: would you be willing to invest your half of the profits in the Shi Family's businesses? You could collect generous returns year after year. Wouldn't that be better?"
In his previous life, Xu Yi had heard jokes about people who speculated in housing until they became landlords, or traded stocks until they became shareholders. He hadn't expected that one