Faced with Chen Changsheng's words, Lin Tianlang and his brother did not know what to say.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng beckoned. "Get up. There's no need to kneel."
"Since you're going to work for me, I'll tell you something about my habits first."
"I'm not used to people kneeling when they speak to me. I prefer them on their feet."
"When a person kneels, it means he has cast aside his dignity. I want people of flesh and blood, not cringing slaves."
"If I needed flesh without a soul, you would have no reason to exist."
At Chen Changsheng's words, Lin Tianlang cupped his hands. "We will heed your teachings, my lord!"
"No need to call me my lord. Young Master will do."
"We still have a little time, so let's talk."
"Perhaps after hearing what I have to say, you'll see your lives in a slightly different light."
With that, Chen Changsheng clasped his hands behind his back and strolled ahead. The two brothers followed close behind.
"Tianlang Stronghold has been around for quite some time. Tell me, how much does it earn in a year?"
"Huh?"
Lin Tianlang let out an involuntary cry at the question.
He had expected Chen Changsheng to ask about Tianlang Stronghold's strength. He had never imagined he would ask this.
Chen Changsheng turned to look at him. "What? Is my question that difficult?"
"Of course not. It's just an unusual question, Young Master. Tianlang needs a moment to think."
"Then think hard. And while you're at it, tell me how much tax Dragon Gate City collects in a year."
Lin Tianlang's mind raced, but before he could speak, Lin Yuan answered first.
"Young Master, Tianlang Stronghold earns roughly eighty million Spirit Stones a year."
"At the official exchange rate, that's worth about 260,000