Chen Mo surveyed the scene, feeling as if he were looking at a sea of money. The question is how to fleece them; outright robbery doesn't seem appropriate. If I spark public outrage and incite widespread resentment, it could attract trouble, like an Evil God or something similar. This sort of thing requires a clever pretext.
Chen Mo considered this further. Raising taxes would be convenient. Although there'd be some grumbling, I'd only collect for one day, not impose a permanent tax. These people, though likely unwilling, probably wouldn't say much.
With that in mind, Chen Mo immediately focused his senses to find someone suitable for the task.
He soon spotted a brawny man with a fierce and imposing demeanor. This man held the title of executive officer and was clearly a capable subordinate who frequently carried out Kahn's orders.
Chen Mo promptly had him summoned.
"My lord, what are your orders?" the executive officer, Taskum, asked respectfully, dropping to one knee.
