"Blind Bei's comic was banned because it involved that sort of plot."
Blind Bei remained silent.
A Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Well, the savings from a few gangs are quite substantial, enough to cover our recent expenses. Those higher-ups must be appeased first. As long as they don't get in our way, we'll have plenty of opportunities to make money later. If the seven of us, together in this ancient era, can't even scrape together some silver, we might as well just slit our own throats."
"Yeah, making money isn't hard. Once we've managed all the necessary connections, it's time to get started," Siniang agreed.
As long as subsequent ventures could keep pace, the silver they currently possessed was more than enough to cover their expenses for the next few months, even with extravagant spending.
"What business are we going to do?" A Ming asked.
Blind Bei's empty eye sockets were fixed on A Ming. He didn't speak.
"What do you mean?" A Ming asked.