NOVEL NEXT Chapter 120: Our Accounts Depend on You
"Forget it. Let's not talk about this for now. Hurry up and see where we can allocate some more money." "The only place in the whole academy that can squeeze out some money is the Merchant Hall. Should we cut the costs of the Merchant Hall again?" "Cut it again? Last time, Hall Master Shang almost flipped the table." "If you cut it again, I'll flip the table right now!" The female cultivator who was speaking was stunned for a moment. She looked up and saw Shang Ruqi's face as black as the bottom of a pot. Instantly, she shrank like a quail and carefully explained, "Hall Master Shang, we really have no choice... Mr. Fang is inside. Please come in." Shang Ruqi walked inside angrily. Lan Zhi followed behind. "Hey, the eldest senior sister of the Merchant Hall? Has the eldest senior brother been replaced by the eldest senior sister?" "She looks quite unfamiliar. She should be newly promoted from below." "Then won't there be a nice income in our accounts recently? Will our accounts for this month be a bit better?" Hearing the whispers of the two female cultivators, Lan Zhi simply stopped and greeted them, "Sorry, I forgot to say hello just now. I'm Lan Zhi, and I've just been promoted to the eldest senior sister of the Merchant Hall." The two female cultivators were caught whispering on the spot by the person involved. They looked a bit embarrassed, but more excited. One female cultivator rattled on, "Lan Zhi? Are you the one who slapped the faces of those from the Fengtian Star Academy until they were swollen? You've joined the Merchant Hall and become the eldest senior sister? That's wonderful! I believe you can definitely do it!" Another female cultivator also quickly expressed her feelings, "Work hard. Our accounts depend on you!" Lan Zhi couldn't help but feel both amused and helpless. Seeing that Shang Ruqi had already walked to the entrance of the inner hall and was about to go in, she nodded at the two of them and quickly followed. In the inner hall, there was a huge long table that could seat twenty people around it. The table was filled with account books. Accountant Fang Haogui sat in front of the table with a dull expression. His hair was all white, and he looked a bit like he had Alzheimer's disease. Shang Ruqi took out the accounts and knocked on the table, "Old Fang, time to work. There are two sums of money here that need your approval. The headmaster has already signed them." Fang Haogui's dull eyes moved slowly, and his voice was weak, "What money?" Shang Ruqi said, "One is the production funds for the sound-recording stone portable players. We need to advance some money to buy the materials needed to make the sound-recording stone portable players. The other is the share for our eldest senior sister of the Merchant Hall." Fang Haogui moved his ears and looked confused, "What player? What share?" Shang Ruqi patiently explained, "The sound-recording stone portable player means making the sound-recording stone into a portable player. And then there's our eldest senior sister's share." Fang Haogui seemed to not understand at all, "How to play?" Shang Ruqi gritted his teeth, "Portable player!" Fang Haogui's expression remained dull, "What kind of player?" Shang Ruqi got angry. He put one hand on the edge of the table and said angrily, "We've just earned you over ten million. You're still hesitating to approve one million. Do you still want this table or not?" Fang Haogui instantly sobered up. His dull eyes suddenly shone brightly, "Earned over ten million? Where is it?" Shang Ruqi was a bit surprised, "Has Little Four not come to tell you yet?" He immediately sent a communication talisman to Little Four. A moment later, Little Four ran in panting, "Here I am. I just found that an account was missed and recalculated the amount." At this, Fang Haogui was no longer dull or deaf. He quickly snatched the report form from Little Four's hand. His divine sense swept over the jade slip on the report form, and his voice was especially loud, "Earned nineteen million two hundred and eighty-six thousand seven hundred and fifty-five! Not bad, not bad. As expected of your Merchant Hall, Old Shang. What funds did you just say you needed to approve?"