Zhang Deming listened to Gan Zili's pointed mention of "workload" and glanced at the indolent Yuee Mengsheng. The man was leaning back lazily in his chair, as if he hadn't heard a thing.
"What we need to discuss today is the allocation of shares, and also, Junior Brother Zhang, whether you plan to build a reputation or remain anonymous."
"However, I need to clarify something beforehand. This order platform, which the three neighboring Sects jointly created, is a bit of a makeshift operation."
"While it's considered rather secret, that's only to Ordinary Cultivators. It's not much of a secret to the higher-ups."
"So, no matter which path you choose, it won't be long before people find out. Unless you let us three old-timers take the credit. In that case, the beads you produce can't be of a quality too different from ours, and you'd have to remain completely hidden."
When Gan Zili finished speaking, all three of them looked at Zhang Deming in unison.
