If only we could be even more greedy...
The trio exchanged glances, discovering a spark of ambition in each other's eyes.
For the first time, they had tasted the joy of being the boss, using their numerical advantage, making the people under them work to earn money for them!
...
"Hurry up, make the sign bigger!"
"Yang Chengwu, make sure your handwriting is good! That's our Xialin Tribe's sign!"
That afternoon, Huang An's commands resonated across the yard.
The sound of carpenters sawing wood could also be heard.
On a pockmarked wooden table in the yard, a plank about eighty centimeters high and two meters wide was spread out.
Two carpenters stood on both sides of the table.
Both of them bent over, almost lying on the table, each holding a plane that had been used for a long time and was encrusted with residue. They planed the wooden board alternately.
Yang Chengwu held the wooden board in place, fixing it to the table.