"Gang Leader Liu, please."
Nan Batian raised his glass, and Liu Laoguai laughed heartily, "Of course."
Peng Shizhong frowned but didn't speak much. However, Nan Batian said, "Elder Brother, if this matter succeeds, White Tiger Hall won't be busy for nothing. I'll give White Tiger Hall thirty percent of Nan Lake's salt production each year."
Hearing this, everyone from White Tiger Hall's eyes lit up—what a deal!
Thirty percent of Nan Lake's production—that was a hefty sum of Silver.
Thinking this, everyone looked expectantly at Peng Shizhong.
Peng Shizhong nodded slightly, accepting the offer.
The drinking had come to this point, and the two big shots had no further thoughts. They stood up and left.
After a noisy and bustling afternoon, the banquet concluded.
Then, Peng Shizhong called everyone to the Council Hall and began, "You've probably heard about the Nan Lake situation. So, next we might need to prepare for a possible clash with the Beggar Sect."