"Okay!" Zhu Aiguo agreed. He took the canteen from Zhu Jiang and started drinking.
Zhu Jiang then asked Zhu Dashan, "Grandpa, if we manage to cut out this Black Bear's gall, we have to give a share to Zhao Jun, right?"
"Of course," Zhu Dashan lifted his gun. "We not only have to give some to Zhao Jun, but to Chen Dalai and Big Pants as well."
"Then what's left for us?" Zhu Jiang felt it wasn't worth it. The three of them had toiled all night, and now they had to give away three shares of the Black Bear gall.
"We won't give them too much," Zhu Dashan said. "If the gall sells for one thousand yuan, we'll set aside two hundred for them to split. If it sells for two thousand, we'll set aside..."
"Dad!" Seeing the two of them already discussing how to split the money, Zhu Aiguo quickly cut in. "Let's figure out how to split it when we get back. We should keep chasing it for now. I'm exhausted after a full day of work. Let's just get this over with so I can go home and sleep."
