BXBX NOVEL Chapter 152 - 120: Return! Autumn-Winter Hunting Ends_1
Old Ancestor Ruhong and the others exchanged glances, all agreeing that Shouzhe was indeed considerate.
Afterwards, Old Ancestor Ruhong of the Chen clan spoke up, “Since Shouzhe is so kind to our in-law families, we won’t refuse. But the spoils of war from the demonic cultivator must be divided into four parts, one for each of our four clans.”
Just as Wang Shouzhe was about to speak,
Old Ancestor Mang interjected, “That’s enough, Shouzhe, don’t say anymore. We are the ones benefitting here. If your Wang family doesn’t take a share, it would make us feel uncomfortable.”
Old Ancestor Mingsheng also chimed in on the sidelines.
“In that case, we’ll give our share to Brother Zhong,” Wang Shouzhe decided after some deliberation.
As the clan leader and the undisputed commander-in-chief of this battle, he naturally had the authority to decide on post-battle matters, including how to divide the spoils of war.
Zhong Xingwang was taken aback and hurriedly tried to decline, “Brother Shouzhe, I really don’t need it. I merely came to lend a hand.”
“You must accept,” Wang Shouzhe stated seriously, “If you don’t, you may appear to have a better relationship with the Wang family or more magnanimous. But how would it make the other Old Ancestors, who have accepted their share, feel?”
“When it comes to sharing the spoils and benefits, it must be done clearly and unambiguously. If it’s your turn to take, you must take without hesitation.” Many clans and allies have been torn apart due to disputes over the spoils of war, so it is crucial to make this matter crystal clear.
Old Ancestor Longyan next to them glanced sharply at Zhong Xingwang, clearly irritated, “If Shouzhe asks you to take it, take it. Enough with your pretentiousness.”
“Yes, yes, Sister Longyan is right, Brother Shouzhe is right,” Zhong Xingwang was immediately cowed, and hurriedly bowed to Wang Shouzhe, “I’m all ears.” With this, Old Ancestor Ruhong and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As Shouzhe put it, how could they face themselves if Zhong Xingwang refused to take his share?
Unlike Zhong Xingwang, who had only himself to care for, they had descendants and a whole clan to consider.
“The repair by a Master Refiner is estimated to cost between one thousand and one thousand five hundred Qian Gold coins. As for consignment, it is rather difficult to sell a Demonic Artifact, it would be fine if we could sell it within one or two years,” said Zhong Xingwang. After all, he was a steward of the black market and had a clearer understanding of valuation and market demand than anyone else.
The three Old Ancestors hesitated a bit before deciding to repair the artifact and then sell it on the consignment. After all, there would be a price difference of two to three thousand Qian Gold coins. Each of them could gain several hundred Qian Gold coins.
Even for a Rank 9 prominent family, this was a significant amount of money. Not to mention waiting for a year, they could afford to wait for two years.
Take the weakest family, the Lu Clan of Yingxiu, for example. After excluding the huge expenses of the whole clan, they could only save five or six hundred Qian Gold coins a year at best.
The other two families were wealthier, but their expenses were also higher.
In conclusion, even for any Rank 9, or even Rank 8, family, several hundred Qian Gold coins was not a small sum of money.
Finally, after settling the matter,
The Old Ancestors and even Zhong Xingwang seemed to have warmed up to each other a bit after sharing the “spoils”.
All of them had satisfaction written all over their faces, extremely contented with this trip, especially with Wang Shouzhe. Not only did he lead well, executed the battle flawlessly, but he also handled the division of the spoils in an orderly and careful manner.
Meanwhile, standing nearby, Chen Fangjie was filled with admiration for Shouzhe’s shrewdness. He had managed to make even the Old Ancestors comply with him to the letter.
However, he felt that the Old Ancestors were overreacting. Was the result of eight or nine thousand Qian Gold coins per person worth smiling so much? They had lost their dignity as Old Ancestors.
If they knew that Shouzhe had managed to get two Heavenly Spirit Pills and full auxiliary materials a few days ago, would they be so surprised that their eyeballs would fall out?
However, Fang Jie dared not tell them and had to keep it a strict secret, even in front of his own ancestor. Otherwise, if Shouzhe found out, he would be in deep trouble.
Unknowingly, Chen Fangjie, as Shouzhe’s future brother-in-law, was increasingly in awe of Shouzhe, his future uncle. His largesse was astonishing as he masterfully handled big matters, even making the Old Ancestors follow his orders.
Aside from Fang Jie, Liang Haofeng of Ningxi Liang Clan was equally surprised. The new clan leader of the Wang family, Wang Shouzhe, was far more formidable than rumored. The Old Ancestors seemed to follow his advice in every matter.
In addition, the scene of at which Old Ancestor Ruhong and the others were dividing the spoils passionately also made Liang Haofeng extremely envious; he was just a prisoner at the mercy of the others.
This was the result of choosing the wrong side.
If he had known earlier that Wang Shouzhe was so capable, he would rather die than get involved in these murky waters.
“Old Ancestor Haofeng,” after dealing with part of the spoils, Wang Shouzhe finally turned his attention to Liang Haofeng. He politely bowed and said, “Why don’t you suggest what kind of price you are prepared to pay to save your life?” “Clan Leader Wang, you are too kind,” Liang Haofeng was filled with bitterness in his heart. He dared not be presumptuous in front of Wang Shouzhe and showed deep reverence, “I, Liang Haofeng, admit that I was blinded by greed. Since I made a mistake, I must take the punishment. However, my Liang clan is just a lowly Rank 9 prominent family with little wealth.”