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The Council Hall's newly opened carved doors slowly closed behind Tang Hengyu and his two companions.
Inside the hall, even the smoke seemed to thin a little.
Ximen Wenye's eyes, which had remained closed, opened a slit. A sharp gleam flashed through the gloom and vanished as he looked toward the doorway and said with unruffled composure, "That Hahn is probably grinning from ear to ear now that he's out the door."
Chen Zhang lifted his lukewarm Spirit Tea, took a small sip, and nodded. "For Hahn to run the Canopy District's Underground Black Market so successfully right under the Bone-Digging Corps' nose, he needed both skill and connections. He can shoulder that five-percent share, and he deserves it."
He paused. "The Sincerity Trade Association is sizable, but ultimately, it's a coalition, not his personal property. After deducting the shares paid to his subordinate managers, the cost of greasing palms at every turn, and the expense of keeping that vast network running, the profit that actually reaches his own pocket probably amounts to around five percent, perhaps even less."
Beside him, Yang Zhicheng's hands paused briefly, and an unsurprised smile curved his lips. "No wonder. Chen Zhang, you proposed letting him keep his five percent without having to endure the Bone-Digging Corps' extortion anymore, and gave him the mighty ship of our Soul Fighting City faction to lean on..."
"Once the remaining channels are opened, this business will only grow. His five-percent share will probably be worth more than before, not less. It would be strange if he weren't tempted."
Ma Zhibin poured the last of the Wine Reishi Wine into his small cup, tipped his head back, and drained it, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Ah! The thing is, we've only just