"How are the plans for the sect's businesses coming along?"
Sun Buxiao really did intend to make this shabby little patch of land called the Black-Corner Region his home base, so he took its management fairly seriously. He was essentially developing both strength and resources at once.
As for the Dou Emperors and Dou Wangs in the Black-Corner Region, never mind their character-their strength was quite respectable. In a backwater like the Northwest, they all qualified as local powerhouses, and with Sun Buxiao keeping them in line, they proved quite useful.
Better to employ men with faults than men with merits. For people like these, a boss brimming with malice was an excellent choice.
That load of bullshit above came from Sun Buxiao himself.
"There aren't any major problems with the profitable businesses... Actually, the resources we've confiscated alone might be enough to last the Heavenly Poison Gate several decades. After all, as you know, some of that money has ties to the neighboring empires."
Hai Bodong handed Sun Buxiao the financial reports for the past few months as he spoke with a cold sneer.
Having spent so many years in the Jia Ma Empire, his horizons had been far too limited. Only after coming to the Black-Corner Region did he learn what truly sickening things looked like...
Money laundering, smuggling, human trafficking, arms dealing, and fencing all kinds of precious treasures, cultivation methods and combat skills-almost all of it flowed through the Black-Corner Region. If you could imagine it, they could do it here. The Dou Emperors Sun Buxiao had brought under his command had previously controlled quite a few such channels themselves, but now they cowered before him like quails.
"At the end of the day, there's demand. Where there's demand, there's business."
Sun Buxiao tossed the financial