Gu Wenheng sat opposite Jin Qianqian, dipped his finger in his tea, and traced two characters on the table.
"It's not that I can't bear to part with it; I just feel a bit stifled," Jin Qianqian said, understanding his implication. "This kind of bridge-burning behavior truly chills the heart."
"That's human nature," Gu Wenheng replied. "We originally thought we could hold on to it for at most two years. I didn't expect them to lose their patience in less than a year."
Regarding their income from the sea trade, they were no saints who could just let go at the drop of a hat.
Although Bai Jinglie hadn't explicitly asked them to hand over their shares, the sudden reduction of their dividends by nearly twenty percent spoke volumes. It was a probe. If they accepted it silently, their share would likely be halved the next time around.
"Wealth tempts the heart." To be honest, Jin Qianqian felt a faint sense of disappointment. "I wonder if Prince Bai's actions are his own doing, or..."
