Reorganization (3)

Scrapping their high profits and not allowing them to rob or steal…

Meng Fusheng's hair was turning gray with worry. How were they going to get the money to buy things outside of the valley?

Under duress, Meng Fusheng had no choice but to seek Ji Fengyan again to explain his dilemma.

"Hadn't your Blood Tribe already earned a lot of money?" Ji Fengyan was sitting on a chair with Xiao Tuanzi in her arms. She couldn't help raising an eyebrow as she looked at Meng Fusheng's dejected face.

As far as she knew, the Blood Tribe had gotten quite a bit of financial gains during their reign of Fu Guang City.

Meng Fusheng's face turned red and he replied sheepishly, "We reaped a lot before… but we spent it all on armour and medicines…"

Ji Fengyan pinched Xiao Tuanzi's tail while deep in thought. She then called out to Yang Jian, who was standing by the side. "Go and get those stepping stones from outside."