Those profitable battles have already been fought for you, from now on, there will be funds left for .
Stop dilly-dallying, hurry up.
Ji Jue certainly wouldn't chase away free gifts, especially since this was only the beginning, even though Pacquiao was dead, weren't his partners still doing just fine?
And the Water Ghosts from the rainy season who snuck into Hai Province to plunder, haven't they yet had the chance to flee?
Even a mosquito is at.
No matter how lousy the Water Ghosts are, they can still provide so residual value, right?
Ji Jue naturally chose to take it all.
And next to be dealt with is another persistent problem…
Lying in the factory's infirmary, rolling and crying every day that he's about to die, but still eating five full als a day, Old Tang, who's trying to eat Ji Jue into bankruptcy!
"Oh dear, boss, you finally ca!"
Tang Qian's face was pale, and his face was waxy yellow. As soon as he saw Ji Jue enter the ward, tears almost ca down, and he spoke weakly: "If you ca any later, I might not have seen you."
"Before you speak, could you at least wipe the grease off your mouth first?"
Ji Jue expressionlessly flicked a hand, tossing a bag over: "Three for the down paynt, fifteen settled for you a few days ago, now as the final paynt, another seventeen for you.
Thirty-five Empire gold coins, most of my family's savings are here. We've known each other for so long, shouldn't we at least speak frankly, Old Tang?"
This was a lie.
A re thirty Empire gold coins...
Although Ji Jue didn't initially take out much, ever since gradually unlocking the Doomsday Special Train's vault, there's been no place to put all this junk!
The Sky Rail back then packed the entire Crack Realm away.
In those piles of miscellaneous items, there are several boxes of this stuff!
But even if there are several boxes, it's not possible to bring it all out and place it before Old Tang, right? Even if you aren't afraid of thieves stealing, you're afraid of thieves getting ideas, right? What if this scoundrel takes a risk and ropes his entire ancestral line to pull a heist on ?
"That's it?"
Old Tang frowned, disappointnt written all over his face, not even wanting to act anymore, squeezing out a single sorrowful tear: "The cunning rabbit is dead, and the hounds are cooked, Boss Ji, you can't do this, I've risked my life for you..."
"Risking your life is fine, but do you really want to go over the accounts?"
Ji Jue laughed, pulling out pen and paper: "After your old ancestor's havoc, how should I calculate the loss caused to ? Who do I go after for compensation? Let's not even ntion the damage to the premises and buildings, more than half the recovered materials are missing.
Besides, do I have to pay the rental fee for Pan Ying according to the S-Class alchemy work rates set by the association? As for the wear and tear and other consumables..."
"Enough, stop talking nonsense!"
Seeing Ji Jue being so unreasonable, Tang Qian imdiately flew into a rage, glaring: "Why don't you just add in the dical expenses too?"
"You're quite right, you use two rolls of Vortex System's purification gauze every ti you change your dressings, and you keep two rolls in your pocket, using half the dicines and keeping half for yourself, the stitches were handled urgently by Cliff City's famous Vortex System doctor Mr. Xie, and I was charged double... Oh, and the food in our factory all uses Cliff City's high-end organic vegetables, all of which are..."
Seeing Ji Jue becoming more and more absurd, Old Tang imdiately sat up in his pretend dying state, with a smile, he asked where the guest ca from, embracing a fawning look.
Humbling himself.
The situation is more powerful than the person, and it's really not worth it to argue with this rascal. Besides, business still needs to be done in the future, and so emotional value should be appropriately given!
Aren't we still doing this for money?
There's no sha in it.
"Alright, let's cut the crap." Ji Jue waved his hand: "That one you relied on, who's the hero you're dealing with? You should let know, right?"
"Ah this..."
Tang Qian was suddenly dumbfounded, then his face turned white again. He lay down playing a dying candle in the wind role, looking as if he'd die right in front of if asked more.
Anyway, paying back is impossible, the clinking of gold coins sounds so nice to him, he loves it. But answering is equally impossible, after all, Ji Jue can't really do anything to him, but if the ancestors are unhappy, they could really give him a good beating he'd rember for years.
Moreover, what it involves is too much, and it's impossible for him to answer all questions, the more he's asked the more troubleso it may beco.
How in the world can there be a perfect solution that doesn't fail the ancestors or himself?
For sothing like this, he has no solution.
He could only play dead.
Until Ji Jue reached into his pocket again, taking out another five coins, lining them up neatly on the table before him.
The dazzling golden light illuminated his eyes.
But right after, the Bone Knife ca down, almost cutting off that restless little hand reaching over...
"If you don't want to say, that's fine too."
Ji Jue smilingly looked at him: "How about you bring him out to talk with us?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Qian imdiately shook his head like a rattle.
Do you think the old ancestor is sothing you can summon at will?
Among so many ancestors, the higher they are, the harder they are to contact, like Heavenly Slaughter Duke, appearing once every few centuries, causing havoc each ti, it's only been a few days! How could they possibly be contacted?
Don't even say he can't be contacted, even if possible, bringing out that old tweak for sothing like this would lead to a massacre.
It's better to pretend and show he tried his best but failed, giving Ji Jue so closure at least.
But just as his mind flickered, before he even started the burning sacrifice, his expression suddenly changed.
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