To get rich, build roads first? No, Wang Bin has a better way to get rich: go to the apocalypse and move gold bricks. One trip there and back and he'll easily become a billionaire!
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"Ah, but there are more than 90,000 people on the mountain, and they have a geographical advantage!" Qian Gaomin said nervously.
"What are you afraid of? We have fifteen people. Besides, don't you think about how long our food will last? It's better to let them go up and die in battle than to starve to death. Besides, it's not our own people who are dying!" Zhang Simin said coldly.
"Wow, that's amazing!" Sun Yaojie exclaimed, immediately clapping his hands in approval.
The three men chuckled sinisterly before turning and walking toward the group behind them.
"What did Wang Bin say, three clan heads?" As soon as they returned, the other clan leaders came forward to ask.
"Ugh, that Wang Bin is so despicable!" Zhang Simin said, feigning anger.
"Ah, what did Wang Bin say?" The others frowned immediately upon hearing this.
"I don't want to talk about it anymore. Let Patriarch Sun talk to you!" Zhang Simin said, turning her head to the side and pretending to be very angry.
Sun Yaojie was called out by name, and cursed the old fox in his heart. Then he could only pretend to be heartbroken and said, "That guy Wang Bin, he bullied us. We just wanted to borrow some food, but not only did he refuse to lend us any, he also said that this was his territory and told us to go back to the sea!"
"What, this guy really said that?"
"This kid is too arrogant. Let's attack and wipe him out!"
"Yes, let's storm the mountain and wipe them out!"
"Everyone, please calm down. We are all respectable people. I have already told him to give him a day to think it over. If they still refuse to agree by then, it's not too late to launch an attack!"
"Alright, then give them one day!"