"Five, ten, fifteen, twenty..."
Lin Lang counted the banknotes with great effort.
After Number One Manor announced today that it would sell Wulin Secret Arts, its retainers had all brought out their years of savings.
"I said before that Number One Manor paid those retainers too much. All Wan Sanqian fucking knew how to do was throw money around."
The Sun Moon Holy Cult had nearly ten thousand members and spent only a million taels of silver a month. Number One Manor had just a few hundred people, so why did it need at least five hundred thousand taels a month?
Some of them were only second-rate martial artists, yet just because they knew miscellaneous disciplines such as astrology and divination, they could collect several thousand taels a month.
Lin Lang had gone to those people for a reading. They couldn't even fucking predict their own impending bloodshed. They were frauds!
Wan Sanqian might have enjoyed keeping those idlers around, but Lin Lang had no interest. They might occasionally prove useful, but he could make them work without paying them just the same.
Most people in Jianghu were unwilling to share their martial arts, since doing so would expose their weaknesses to others. Thus, he believed no one would pass the manuals sold this time to outsiders.
Perhaps some relatives would end up learning the same martial art, but Lin Lang didn't care. New retainers would join Number One Manor.
Even if none did, he could sell those martial arts again at a discount and reap another crop of suckers.
He would earn back the money spent on those people from their own pockets, and leave them shedding tears of gratitude.
All he had to give up were martial arts manuals he didn't think worth a glance.
So this visit