Mu Yiliang listened to Old Yang’s words and finally understood why Yan Sijue dared to openly ask them for this business. It turned out that Old Sir Yan was the first person to engage in arms smuggling in the city of S.
Old Sir Yan truly deserved to be called a hero of his generation, and Mu Yiliang felt a deep sense of respect.
"Heh... Let say, Young Master Yan, the Yan Family has such a large scope of business with so many dealings, why bother to argue with us over such a small piece of ’mosquito at’?" Ci Jin said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
Yan Sijue’s eyes flashed: "Mr. Jin, you must be joking. How could this business be considered ’mosquito at’? However, even if it were, if it belongs to the Yan Family, we wouldn’t easily give it up."
"Belongs to the Yan Family?" Ci Jin sneered, "Let say, Young Master Yan, let make it clear. The only reason we’re sitting here listening to you is out of respect for Old Sir Yan. Do you really think everything should be yours? No matter how influential the Old Man was back then, it’s been twenty years. Ask around, how many people are still buying that story?"
Yan Sijue smiled slightly but didn’t speak. Instead, he looked at Xu Cheng: "Ah Cheng, what do you think?"
Xu Cheng shrugged: "I think everyone should rely on their own skills!"
Mu Yiliang couldn’t help but chuckle at this remark: What a fitting phrase—everyone should rely on their own skills!
The arms business in S City is currently monopolized by Ci Jin, Xu Cheng, and Old Yang. The balance among the three is unexpectedly harmonious, leaving no room for others.
If it really cos down to skills, the Yan Family would have to start from scratch. Although with the Yan Family’s power, they could snatch so share from the three, it would require considerable investnt. No matter what, Yan Sijue wouldn’t let the Yan Family fall into such a passive situation.
Old Yang mused for a mont, "You two have built up your status with your skills. It’s different for . If it weren’t for Old Sir Yan back then, I wouldn’t be where I am today. How about this, Young Master Yan, I can give you a ten percent share on my side, as a token of gratitude for the Old Man’s guidance. Anymore, and I wouldn’t be able to justify it to my people below since I’ve also invested a lot of effort over these past twenty years."
Ci Jin’s face darkened: "Old Yang, you are quite generous!"
For each of them, thirty percent is the norm, and Old Yang was giving up ten percent just like that. That was definitely unusually generous.
"Heh..." Old Yang chuckled but said nothing.
Xu Cheng anxiously rubbed his face, "Young Master Yan, it’s not that we don’t respect you. It’s like if you suddenly barged into soone’s house, demanding half of their assets. Even if you once saved this person’s life, you can’t do that, right?"
Yan Sijue smiled slightly: "But, I didn’t co empty-handed. Maybe I can offer this family even more."
"What do you an?" Ci Jin squinted his eyes.
"In the past few years, the entire Asia-Pacific region has been relatively peaceful, except for so minor conflicts here and there, so the arms business is more or less saturated—unless you’re planning to compete with Arican arms dealers," Yan Sijue smiled slightly, "You should know, although the Yan Family has turned legitimate now, those old paths are still available. As long as our family’s Old Man gives the word, we can imdiately get back into this business."
A glimr of excitent appeared on the faces of Old Yang, Ci Jin, and Xu Cheng.
Mu Yiliang froze for a mont before realizing that Yan Sijue was talking about the drug trade!
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