"Are you kidding?"
Amir stared at Ji Min with wide, furious eyes.
"You started the joke."
Ji Min leaned back.
He propped both legs on the dining table.
"Even if I agreed to those terms, would you dare take it? Which of Guotai Min'an do you think is easy to push around?"
"One fucking sneeze from them would blow you away."
"When the two families that didn't get a mine send people onto the island, can you hold them off?"
"Don't take on a job you don't have the tools for."
Chairman Bai and Amir exchanged a glance.
They knew what Ji Min was saying perfectly well.
Chun Prefecture had been sent by the Guan Family. The other three families had yet to make a move.
If they really provoked Guotai Min'an and another two Little White Tigers showed up, no one on Fei Island would get a moment to breathe.
Which of those four families didn't have some real strength at its disposal?
Chairman Bai had only proposed those terms to leave room for bargaining.
"In that case... we won't take the mine, but the four families must hand over thirty percent of the dividends to us every year."
Amir smiled. "That shouldn't be difficult, right?"
"I'm wasting my fucking breath talking to you."
Old Ninth grabbed the chopsticks on the table in a reverse grip and moved to stab Amir.
Little White Tiger caught him with one hand.
"Thirty percent is out of the question. I suggest you make your terms a little more realistic."
"Heh, Eighth Master, do you really want to fight us to the bitter end?"
Chairman Bai drew a deep breath. "You can't expect to take every advantage for yourselves."
"The purpose of negotiation is for both sides to win. If we get nothing,