Old Yang spoke slowly and deliberately, "Old Wu, you should know that the Western Border is also an important battlefield in the covert war. If my son returns now and the country's borders are lost, who will bear the responsibility?"

"Besides, this whole affair started because of that spoiled brat from the Zhang family. What does it have to do with our families? Why should we pay for someone else's mistakes?"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at the red-faced old man, Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi's expression froze, and his face turned ugly. "Old Yang, what do you mean by this? Our families are all of one mind. Now this bastard from the Lin family has come to our door. It's clearly a provocation against our families! We should be united against this enemy!"

Old Yang shook his head. "Old Zhang, it's true that we're from the same family, but you should also know that when the cannons roar, gold flows like water. The western border is a poor place. You're worried about your grandson, but I'm also worried about my son! Right?"

Zhang Yi frowned. Well, this old fox, after all that talk, he just wants to take advantage of the situation!

Although the eight great clans were closely related, they secretly engaged in open and covert struggles, scheming against each other and plundering resources.

At this moment, what the other party was saying was nothing more than wanting benefits.

He thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "How about this, you love drinking, right? I'll have my son give you two wineries from Fuzhou's Tai'er Wine, is that alright now?"

Moss wine?

Old Yang's eyes lit up.

This thing is a money tree, we've made a fortune!

"Okay! I'll call my son right away!"

Old Yang readily agreed and immediately picked up the phone to make the call.