Lend Me Your Hand

At the scene of the distribution meeting,

"Zhong, Miss Leng, as soon as I saw both of you, I felt a connection. I won't use empty words to deceive you. In this extermination of Bliss Gang, you are the ones who deserve the credit. Golden Knife Sect is only responsible for cleaning up the aftermath," Zheng Gongming, a veteran of the society, knew the ways of the world, and his words were quite comforting. "You can choose the spoils first, and I, Old Zheng, will come later to pick up some bargains. This way, the disciples who worked hard this time can enjoy some benefits. How does that sound?"

"Old Zheng, you're too kind. Golden Knife Sect made such a big effort, and you're just giving us some soup. I can't accept that," Zhong Wen said with a smile. "How about this? I won't take the properties, silver, or minerals. We can split the spiritual crystals equally, and I'll take the books. Is that okay?"