Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses Chapter 79 - 78: A Slight Panic (Requesting Monthly Tickets,

Yuan Wansong was just waiting to see Yuchi’s joke, and the other samurai of the Demon-slaying Bureau were the sa.

They had seen similar things happen before, and what they disliked the most were these rchants.

A bunch of smirking guys, pretending to be loving the people like their own children, then why not take so real action?

You can’t just take all the good stuff and then refuse to spend when it’s ti to pay, can you?

Is there such a good thing in the world?

"I bet he wouldn’t spend money for these common people," a samurai whispered.

"Do you even need to bet on that? You sure are boring," another person replied casually.

It’s as obvious as the lice on a monk’s head.

Yuchi didn’t respond imdiately.

He thought of a story from his past life.

The story went like this.

A journalist interviewed a man and asked if he had a hundred million, would he be willing to donate it to help those in distress?

The man said he would.

Then they asked if he had a luxury car, would he be willing to donate it?

The man gritted his teeth and said yes.

When asked, would he donate a hundred bucks right now?

The man refused.

Because he actually had a hundred bucks.

And for Yuchi,

He really had twenty thousand taels of silver, equivalent to a full twenty million in his past life.

So even if this story is full of holes, criticized from a moral high ground,

Yuchi adhered to a basic truth.

The quality of the world is not determined by the common people but by the powerful.

You can’t have the benefits taken by the powerful and then let the common people handle all the issues.

Sotis enough is enough with the exploitation, as the infighting among the common people is already pitiful enough.

Idle talk is unnecessary, Yuchi pondered, and ultimately, it was a matter placed before him.

To give or not to give?

"Of course, give." Yuchi smiled, "It’s just twenty thousand taels; the Wei Family will pay."

Chen Guangsheng was imdiately surprised, "President, are you sure?"

"This isn’t two hundred or two thousand, but twenty thousand!"

The previously calm and joking mbers of the Demon-slaying Bureau couldn’t help but furrow their brows.

Impossible.

Businessn can calculate everything clearly, and in this case, it’s an obvious loss.

Why give money?

It doesn’t make sense.

Xun Xian’s expression changed instantly, looking at Yuchi, "The Demon-slaying Bureau is not fond of jokes."

By this, she ant that Yuchi shouldn’t make a fuss at this ti.

No one would bla you for not giving money, as it is originally the governnt’s responsibility.

It’s not like the governnt would neglect it and then forcibly lay the responsibility directly at the head of the United Comrce Association.

You shouldn’t stubbornly rush forward; once these words are spoken, there’s no taking them back.

This is twenty thousand taels of silver; is it just given directly?

It’s important to know that these twenty thousand taels of silver need to be produced imdiately, and for business turnover, cash flow is lifeline.

The stagnant cash often becos an ailnt that poisons.

Yuchi felt no need to explain as his mind hastily pondered.

The emotional side had already erged; it was ti to turn to the rational side.

The outco was agreed upon, which was a good thing, so how the process unfolds requires his consideration.

"I want to take the opportunity to push A, B, C, D further, to deepen the association’s reputation."

"To expose the Immortal Robe Pavilion more to the public."

"I believe this is a mutually beneficial business cooperation."

Yuchi took a deep breath, looking silently ahead, "I trust other families would agree too."

Yuan Wansong returned to his senses after a while.

"President?" he asked.

"No problem," Yuchi replied.

Yuan Wansong squinted, carefully scrutinizing Yuchi.

After confirming Yuchi wasn’t joking, he agreed.

"Alright."

"Brothers, we are heading to Xufu Town!"

"The people there might be grateful for soone not so greedy being around."

...

On the way back, Yuchi rode with his arm around Chen Guangsheng’s waist, as three horses sped along.

Additional horses could be seen nearby.

There were also many samurai from the Demon-slaying Bureau, advancing steadily and quickly with their swords.

A group of impressive n, bathing with them must be quite thrilling.

Yuchi smiles wryly.

He pondered the current situation.

First, he definitely needed to address the matters in Xufu Town, as this was sothing he could currently manage.

If he used the excuse of an insufficient fund today, then he would beco utterly stingy in the future.

Is that good? No, it’s not.

Second, since the matters of Xufu Town needed addressing, they had to be done splendidly.

The common people sought peace, while his association sought reputation.

Reputation is equivalent to gold and silver in a sense.

In past tis, this equaled a fervent pursuit of flow.

Third, Yuchi felt compelled to normalize such matters.

Just like Xun Xian said, she ntioned every six months a specialized Demon-Revealing Array took place in the big city.

This was why people preferred living in big cities, without worrying about being replaced by demons on the streets so day.

So, if Xufu Town could create a normalized Demon-Revealing Array, its population would certainly surge.

Perhaps the scale of Xufu Town could advance beyond the present, should he then venture into the housing market?

Perhaps let people here experience the thrill of installnts?

Jokes aside.

Yuchi felt this matter was necessary.

If he didn’t do it, soone else certainly would.

While he could afford a conscience, others might not.

Hence securing good relations with the governnt should at least guarantee a share.

While not outright exploitation, it could stabilize the housing value in Xufu Town by proxy.

Otherwise, once the common people’s finances were entangled with housing, vitality would quickly dissipate in Xufu Town.

Children would drastically dwindle.

Even after filling his coffers, it would only be temporary.

The old saying goes well.

During festivities, when people have died, everyone has shown up, it’s not easy, there are still children, old folks too, for your own good, just get used to it.

Yuchi mused he might as well attempt to steady it since he was here.

"Eh, I’m just a hobody, how could I know so much, does a utopia actually exist?"

Yuchi shook his head, frustrated.

He didn’t think he lacked intelligence.

He’s just unsure if the timing is right.

As the saying goes, circumstances create heroes, any dog who praises itself as one of a kind, without whom the world would regress.

That’s either stupid or malicious.

Only when the ti is right can one act accordingly.

The world’s operation, in the end, is just about sowing and reaping.

Seizing the right mont ans holding the advantage.

When opportunity knocks, and it’s seized, even a ninety-year-old with a cane could win the battle.

"Like how I can’t promote noble ladies or fair maidens wearing black silk stockings now."

"Nor could I run a takeout business without transportation."

"It’s even more impossible for Wei Yuan, such a young girl, to go clubbing hoping for luck."

"The era hasn’t reached that point."

"It’s not about the concept being flawed, it’s about the era itself."

Ultimately.

Is this world ready for this? Can such things be achieved?

Yuchi really wasn’t sure.

Before him, Chen Guangsheng chid suddenly, "Nephew, I support you in this matter."

Yuchi, "How much gold and silver does Uncle intend to contribute?"

Chen Guangsheng replied seriously, "Talking money strains relations, I’m unwavering in my stance."

Yuchi, "Thank you."

You old fox!