Seeing Sulk Flywheel pulling out an enormous coil gun in a fit of rage, Murphy immediately waved his hand and said:
"Don't worry, how could I, a Governor of Transylvania, stoop so low as to concern myself with the petty grievances and disastrous love stories of a bunch of Half-body Men? Still, I advise you to stay strong.
Besides, you've already formed your own engineering faction, so why not take it a step further? Establish a consortium to operate technology products?
We'll call it the Flywheel Consortium!
I can invest with this batch of Burning Gold, and you just need to give me half of the proceeds you finally earn."
"You're dreaming! At most one-fifth."
Old Flywheel almost jumped up from where he was standing, cursing greedily, but Murphy nodded without any mental burden and said:
"One-fifth it is. I'm very satisfied with this distribution ratio. Besides, don't rush, there's something else I need to discuss with you about the origin of the Burning Gold."
