Add to that wages and weapons and ammunition... just thinking about that number gives me a headache!

A 10% profit margin on counterfeit cigarettes, based on the current production volume, would amount to three to four billion US dollars in revenue annually!

This doesn't even include future capacity expansion...

If it weren't for the fact that this business was so profitable, would he have made peace with his arch-enemy, the Eight-Faced Buddha?

"What do you mean!"

Upon seeing Nami, who had been pondering for so long, utter only those five words, the Eight-Faced Buddha, his wrinkled face showing a hint of unease, said...

"Until this matter is fully clarified, my advice is not to act rashly!"

"Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents!"

"Gao Ren is now the god of wealth for the northern military!"

Upon hearing this, Nami's face immediately showed a hint of displeasure.

"What, are you scared out of your wits by the north?"

Upon hearing Nami's words, the eight-faced Buddha's daughter, Myna, standing behind him, looked displeased and said...

"Naimi, what do you mean by that!"

When Nami's henchmen saw Mina speak up, they couldn't stand it!

"Who do you think you are!"

"How dare you speak to the general like that!"

"What did you say!"

"What's wrong with me talking to you!"

Just as the two groups were about to start arguing, the Eight-Faced Buddha, who had been silent until now, slammed his fist on the table and shouted.

"Pretend I don't exist!"

Upon seeing the Eight-Faced Buddha's anger, not only did Myna shut her mouth, but even Nami's underlings shrank back in fear.

"Nami!"

"If you want to do it, then do it. I'm not going to do it!"

"Take all of this 10% profit if you want!"

After the Eight-Faced Buddha finished speaking, Naimi stared at him for a full ten seconds!

Finally, he let out a soft laugh.

"Eight-Faced Buddha, you've really been scared out of your wits by the north!"

"If you don't dare, I'll do it!"

"I'll talk to that foreigner in Hong Kong..."