Smart People Do Business, Part Two

There was a huge difference between taking thirty percent of the profits from all the goods and taking fifty percent of all the goods.

The profits meant the net profits. In other words, once all the goods were sold, thirty percent of all the money earned would go to Rogge. Rogge would be responsible for transporting them across the Red Line or shipping them to the Four Blues, and in return, he would receive thirty percent of the net profits.

However, Rogge wanted fifty percent of the earnings from all the goods. That meant fifty percent of the goods would belong entirely to Rogge. Regardless of their original price or how much profit they could make, however much those goods sold for would be Rogge's money. Owen would have nothing to do with it.

All Owen would receive was the price of the other fifty percent of the goods. Rogge was swallowing half the cargo in one go. This was no longer just making an outrageous demand—he was eating the meat and drinking the blood. It was an ugly sight.

Owen stared at Rogge. His strength was nothing special, but as the founder of the Black Market, he had been in a position of authority for a long time. He naturally carried the air of a superior. An ordinary person would probably have been frightened unconscious by such a stare.

But could he frighten Rogge unconscious? Almost impossible. Rogge completely ignored him, drawing his saber and idly playing with it in his hand.

"Mr. Rogge, you can't do this. If you eat too much, you'll burst," Owen said.

"Heh heh, don't give me that look, Owen. It's not that I'm looking down on you. The fact that you're still willing to sit here and talk with me means you intend