Wen Cheng bi smiled, "
the old ancestor said that with the impending chaos, the headquarters must be built on the mountain and occupy the terrain.
Qiao Weng from the Jian province's Chamber of Commerce pinched the space between his brows and said with a bitter smile, "
"Old forefather is not in charge and doesn't know the value of food. Everyone, don't ask for anything more, just tighten your belts and live your lives in the future."
The group of fourth-grade sect Masters were frowning.
It wasn't that they didn't want to pay, but the gangs in Jianghu definitely couldn't collect taxes like the government. They had their own businesses.
Because of the natural and man-made disasters, the businesses operated by the sects were severely hit, and their business was not very good. However, the group of people who relied on the gangs for a living still had to be taken care of. In addition, they had to cooperate with the government to provide porridge and disaster relief.
