Chapter 3230 — The Pinnacle of the Late Heaven Tier, Great Perfection
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And that was precisely where the worth of this assignment lay.
"How about it? I've laid out all the stakes plainly enough. If you agree, then move quickly. If not, pretend I never spoke," Feng Tianhu said.
"Let me discuss it with the other two chairmen, and then I'll call you back!" said Brother Dian after a moment's hesitation.
"Good, I'll wait for your word," Feng Tianhu said at once. Either way, there was hope in this yet!
The Black Horse Society, after all, was made up of men who lived with death at their elbow. The assignment carried risk, but the reward was plain for all to see—quite apart from the hefty commission, Feng Tianhu's promise once he became patriarch mattered a great deal indeed!
So, after weighing how hard the assignment would be, Brother Dian called Feng Tianhu back.
"Brother Dian!" Feng Tianhu picked up, asking respectfully, "Well? Any word?"
"Mr. Feng Tianhu, our First Chairman has agreed to take the assignment. However, as for the commission, I need to have a word with you about that," said Brother Dian.
"By all means, go ahead!" Hearing that the Black Horse Society had agreed, Feng Tianhu was both startled and overjoyed.
"Because that is Wei Zhao's territory, we must guarantee our people's safety. The man we send is a top-tier expert of the late Heaven Tier, Great Perfection—one of the Grand Elders of the Black Horse Society. So the price must be somewhat higher," said Brother Dian.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Feng Tianhu had been afraid that if the Black Horse Society sent a few small fry who ran into Wei Zhao, they would be no match for him. Now this was settled—a top-tier expert of the late Heaven Tier, Great Perfection, would take the field! That was a walking atomic bomb, no less! And if it cost a little more, it was worth it! He hastened to say, "What price? Tell me!"
"Ten billion! And a promise!" said Brother Dian.
"Pff—cough, cough, cough—" Feng Tianhu was startled out of his wits. "Brother Dian, you're not joking, are you? Do I look like a man with ten billion? I have some savings, but all told it comes to no more than about two billion..."
Among the ancient sects, the Feng family did not count as wealthy. Even with the side ventures Feng Tianhu had worked up outside, all these years had netted him only around two billion! To speak of ten billion—was that not a joke?
"You don't have it, but the Feng family does!" Brother Dian said mildly.
"The Feng family... but I don't have the final say there... and besides, our Feng family doesn't have that kind of money! Much of what I have is my own extra income! I've backed several spokesmen on the outside—some in business, some in show business, some in security—to rake in the gold for me, and only then did I scrape together two billion!" Feng Tianhu smiled wryly as he explained.
"Then how much money does your Feng family have?" Brother Dian frowned. He had not expected the Feng family to be so poor! Still, ten billion had been an opening demand in any case, waiting to be bargained down.
"By my reckoning, in cash, only about three billion or so," Feng Tianhu said, not daring to hide anything—after all, whatever he could find out, others could dig up too.
"Two billion plus three billion makes five billion in all... Fine, then. You can give us the two billion first, and the three billion once you've become patriarch—no problem, I take it?" asked Brother Dian. Five billion was a rather brutal cut, but Brother Dian reckoned it still worth their while. Sending out a Grand Elder to kill three people was a trifle; the only danger lay in setting foot in Wei Zhao's territory, and with a little care there would be no trouble at all.
"Done!" Feng Tianhu gritted his teeth and agreed. After all, once he was patriarch he would change the Feng family's present strategy and send more people out to rake in the gold—and the shortfall would be made up then.