Shang Han gave him a number—it was just half of what Qin Feng and Tung Yang harvested together. This was even less than the Glittering Golden Sand that Qin Feng secretly harvested himself. It was just a small drop of what he got from the Devil Mountain and Siren Cherub.
Naturally, Qin Feng frowned. "Then how much stock shares do I get?"
Shang Han answered, "5%."
"What?!" Qin Feng was obviously unsatisfied with this offer. "This isn't a fair deal for me!"
Shang Han, however, seemed to not agree. "Beihua City's annual income from tax collection is around 100 trillion. You'll be taking a five-percent cut, which nets you around 5 trillion. This isn't an income that any mere B-tier could dream of earning in a year, you know?"
