The Three Bothers of the Grassland

"Fu Shanchuan, was that your so-called plan? Humph! Let's see how you're going to explain to the Chief!" In the inn, Lin Huan reacted with anger, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes. He turned around and was ready to complain to their Chief.

Fu Shanchuan suddenly changed his expression and reached out to stop him, "Brother Lin, wait a minute!"

"What's the wait for? Now it had turned out this way, what are we waiting for?" Lin Huan, with a straight face, replied in a serious tone, "As I said earlier, it's ridiculous to put all your bet on Wu Shifeng for such a grand plan of the western suburbs!"

"No, there's room for redemption! Brother Lin, listen to me first. Don't inform the Chief about this for the time being. If you cooperate with me, we'll each share half of the credit. What do you think?" Fu Shanchuan rushed in his persuasion.