Li wore a faint smile. "Your strength is so formidable—how could I possibly stand against you? I simply wonder how we few fellows managed to offend you enough to trouble you into coming here personally to deal with us."
Though Li spoke this way, he was not actually afraid of Michelangelo. At worst, they could tear away all pretense and fight it out. But Michelangelo had worn an expression from the beginning that clearly said he had not come to fight, so Li could hardly bring himself to strike first.
Michelangelo revealed a slightly surprised expression. "When did I ever say I wanted trouble with you? I merely came to discuss a business deal with you."
Li froze for a moment. "A business deal? What kind of deal?"
Michelangelo smiled faintly, then said, "I think the Giant God Soldier Workshop is quite promising. I would like to purchase twenty percent of its profits... Hmm, I'll invest six million. What do you think?"
After Michelangelo said this, everyone was stunned. First of all, the young noblemen behind Li had never expected him to make such an offer. Six million for twenty percent of the profits meant the projected profits here had to be at least thirty million. And what did thirty million mean?
Thirty million could equip three thousand heavily armored cavalrymen with full sets of gear, including tack for their horses.
Thirty million could ransom an entire medium-sized city during wartime.
Thirty million could buy tens of thousands of high-grade slaves—slaves with skills or beauty, in short, slaves of considerable value!
The nobles behind them all stared wide-eyed as well. Like those young noblemen, they simply could not believe that a so-called Giant God Soldier Workshop could generate such enormous profits.
Li opened his mouth, truly unable to think of