He had just made a breakthrough in Beiding City, Luzon, when he heard that Qin Mo was selecting elite troops to "colonize" thousands of miles south, and he immediately became restless.

Just look at how lucrative the early adopters were – those rigid uncles and elders from back then can't even squeeze into the money-making circles of Luzon now. The paths to wealth in every industry have long been divided up; what can a latecomer like you do? Work for someone else!

"Brother Yi, you have to help us out this time. We missed the Luzon wave, and we're so poor we're ashamed to show our faces."

Looking at his childhood friends, Wu Mingyi scoffed, "You guys are poor? Poor enough to afford a new galleon? My family only has a few."

However, those who can buy galleons now are all the prince's retainers, and not just any retainers, but capable subordinates. No matter how powerful Wu Mingyi is, he cannot look down on people.

“I am just a battalion commander in the garrison. There are officers above me. If you all follow the rules, no one can stop you from making money. But if you break the prince’s rules, I can’t guarantee that you will be able to return to Dayuan unscathed.”

"No need for that. We guarantee we'll only make money and not fight amongst ourselves. If there's a problem, we'll seek a peaceful solution from our superiors, and we'll stand united against external threats."

The fathers of these high-ranking officials are all ruthless killers, and their descendants are no different. Once they leave the ranks of high-ranking officials, they are all ruthless and vicious. If they were to fight amongst themselves for wealth, it would definitely be a spectacular drama.

Qin Mo directly issued a decree: "Unite against external threats, no internal strife, and resolve any disputes peacefully."

On Luzon Island, two families engaged in a large-scale internal conflict over the division of territory, resulting in the deaths of more than a dozen soldiers who still refused to back down.

Qin Mo flew into a rage. "If this sets a precedent, what's the point of having me as the lord? Why don't you just settle things with your knives?"

Qin Mo invited the elders of both families to the Prince's Mansion and made a friendly decision: "No one from either family, from top to bottom, is allowed to leave the capital for the next fifty years."

Qin Mo provided a vivid example: if you dare to fight amongst yourself, you might as well live a simple life as a farmer in Dayuan! Want to do maritime trade? Want to go abroad and become a colonizer? Don't even think about it for the next fifty years!

Finally finished! Some people like to update at noon, some like to post in the evening. I know everyone's busy, so I'll take advantage of your morning bathroom time to show you mine!