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"Old Wu, do you know what Old Land is?"
Ma Wu nodded. "Of course I do. Old Land is a fine place to make money."
"And how exactly does it make money?"
"Well, the way it works is like this. First you have to get that thing, and then…" Ma Wu suddenly stopped. His eyes slid toward the side of the hall, and his face twisted in discomfort. "Old Qi, if we are going to talk about business, could we please send the band outside first?"
Ma Wu could not take it anymore. The two of them were trying to discuss serious, secret, money-making matters. Yet right beside them, Li Banfeng had stationed a band that was making a racket loud enough to scare the birds out of the trees.
It might have been bearable if they could actually play. Instead, the drummer kept dropping the beat, and the trumpet player blasted notes so crooked that the poor tune never stood a chance.
Li Banfeng knew perfectly well that the band was terrible. That was not the point. They were there for the atmosphere. "Bear with it for now. I will recruit a few more musicians in a few days."
"Don't you still have a gramophone? Why not use that to play music instead?"
"That gramophone has another use. I will tell you about it later. Let's talk about Old Land first."
Ma Wu frowned. "Old Qi, what I am about to say are secrets for making money. Are you sure you want them listening in?"
Li Banfeng immediately sent the band outside. When it came to matters that required secrecy, there was no room for carelessness.
Ma Wu then began explaining the nature of Old Land. Compared to Zuo Wugang, he was far better at putting things into words. The concepts he described were largely the same as Wifey's, but his focus was different. He was explaining how people made money from it.
"In Old Land, making money works...
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