If someone owned such a mine, their family wouldn't worry about livelihood for generations. They could rival the wealth of nations.
"Are all the people mining here the bandits Zhu Shengkai brought?" Fengyu asked.
Su Mengwei replied, "Not all of them. Zhu Shengkai brought around eight thousand people to the West Continent over time. These miners were originally from the previous mine. Later, they taught the bandits how to mine. As the years passed, both groups started living together, and now they're indistinguishable. Zhu Shengkai is generous—he rewards hard work richly. The miners respect and admire him greatly for this."
Fengyu smiled faintly, as if amused, "A bandit who occupies a mountain and acts like a king, yet is so generous? Does it not strike you as interesting, Uncle? Where does he get the money? In the end, he's using my money to buy people's loyalty."
Su Mengwei's expression turned awkward; what Fengyu said was the truth.
