Big Boss Wen

These days, the most profitable trades in the Enclave were gambling, prostitution, and drugs.

Galaxy Impression Bar was a relatively clean establishment, so naturally it did not make much money.

Under Hesheng Tu, it counted as a middling venue. Not bad, all things considered.

Li Xiuwen was a Cloth Shoe, but he lacked seniority. The lucrative, top-tier venues had all been claimed by the veteran Reserve Red Poles.

He had only gotten this position because Lion-Head Buddha had fought for it with Heavenly-Liang Old Man.

He Sheng was also a Cloth Shoe, yet rumor had it he had only gotten a bottom-tier venue, with even less profit to skim.

Li Xiuwen looked over the bar's previous accounts.

By his rough calculation, if business ran normally, his monthly share would be around two thousand.

Add in the fixed income that came with being a Cloth Shoe, and that made five thousand a month.

In the Enclave, that put him firmly among the high earners.

Robbing other crooks was not something he could do every day, and it carried risks.

For someone who had passed the Second Gate, a steady five thousand a month was quite good.

In the meantime, Li Xiuwen could take other jobs to earn money or Ever Joy Treasury Coins.

As the person in charge of the venue, he did not have to stay on-site.

Most of the time, he could leave his men to watch the place and have them call if anything came up.

That meant he could still live at home and train at the Martial Arts Hall, without one getting in the way of the other.

Once Li Xiuwen added it all up—the money Little Loudspeaker paid to keep him, Lu Yu's instruction fees, and the occasional earnings from boxing bets—

making ten thousand