"Do they want to join?"
Lin Qi was quite surprised when he heard this. He had never expected Flo and the others to give up even the Green Sparrow Gang and want to join the Obsidian Martial Arts Hall.
Were the Green Sparrow Gang's benefits really that poor?
They were giving up the position of deputy gang leader just like that?
"They applied to join yesterday, but you were away, so the matter was temporarily set aside," Zhang Qingwei explained. "They're currently helping manage the refugees' housing construction and maintain order in the trading district. There are simply too many refugees coming over to set up stalls now. Two thousand stalls were established yesterday alone, and even three thousand today isn't enough. We have limited manpower and truly can't manage it all, so we could only ask Deputy Gang Leader Flo to help oversee things."
"Three thousand stalls still aren't enough?" Meng Wei could not help drawing in a sharp breath.
The Iron Heart Gang had fought tooth and nail just to compete for the management fees from the thousand-odd shops on Nanxing Street. They had even been prepared to stake the gang's survival on a battle against the Two-Headed Gang.
Three thousand stalls—such a scale already rivaled some small towns out in the wilderness.
Yet Obsidian Martial Arts Hall did not need to do anything at all. Just by collecting stall fees from three thousand stalls every day, they could count money until their hands went soft.
Even calculated conservatively, at two hundred bits per stall per day, three thousand stall fees amounted to six hundred thousand bits a day—eighteen million bits a month. That already matched an entire Nanxing Street.
And those were only stall fees. The real money in a transit market had always come from reselling