Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Three: Compromise_3

"We have but a quarter of an hour left, do you still wish to quarrel?!"

The Sect Master of Myriad Manifestation Sect rebuked loudly, his brooding gaze sweeping over the crowd below before settling on the fifth brother, Xia Wenlin, softening his tone:

"Wenlin, what is your view on this matter?"

Xia Wenlin had been silently listening up until now. Upon hearing the question, he stood up, bowed to the Elders, and spoke rapidly:

"We must try to preserve our assets, each of these properties is a goose that lays golden eggs."

"I have done some rough calculations in my mind just now. The Sect has accumulated such wealth over the years, and in one fell swoop, we should be able to produce about ten million in silver, perhaps even more. Scrounging around, we could barely bring together around twenty million, which still leaves a shortfall of about seventy million from the ninety million."