"I remember reporting to you about this!" Zhu Wencong responded.
"At the time, I thought you were joking! How could Jiuding possibly dig into its own pockets to pull out tens of millions in funds? One million wouldn't be a problem though.
I never expected that today the Southern Association would announce they are giving every Southerner 10 US Dollars. I hate that I didn't go back to my hometown in the South."
After Christmas, I'm sure the Northern Federation will be verbally and literarily crucified, and the pressure will inevitably fall on me.
"Could you help me come up with an idea? I don't want to bear overwhelming public resentment, and attacks from those rich merchants," Johnson said.
Zhu Wencong wore a helpless expression; the situations in the North and South were completely opposite—the South needed to stimulate the market by giving out money.
Johnson couldn't help but wear a pained mask, having been attacked by many people already, with even more to come next year.
