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Chapter 117 Our account book depends on you

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now. Let's quickly see where we can get some money."

"The only one that can squeeze out money in the hospital is the Xingshangtang. How about we stop suppressing the costs of the Xingshangtang?"

"Are you still pressing? Last time, the merchant hall master wanted to overturn the table."

"If you keep pressing me, I'll flip the table over 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. She shrunk like a quail and explained carefully: "Master Shang, there is nothing we can do... Sir, you are inside. please."

Shang Ruqi walked inside aggressively.

Lan Zhi followed behind.

"Hey, senior sister of Xingshang Hall? Senior brother has been replaced by senior sister?"

"It looks quite unfamiliar. It must have just come up from below."

"Then there has been a good amount of income in the account recently? Can our account be better this month?"

When Lan Zhi heard the mutterings of the two female cultivators, he simply stopped and greeted them: "Sorry, I just forgot to say hello. I am Lan Zhi, and I have just been promoted to senior sister of the Merchant Hall."

Two female nuns were caught whispering and were caught on the spot. Their expressions were a little embarrassed, but more of an excitement.

A female cultivator crackled and said: "Lan Zhi? Are you the Lan Zhi who swollen the face of Fengtian Xingyuan? You entered the Xingshang Pavilion and became the senior sister? That's great! I believe you can do it!"

Another female nun also quickly expressed her feelings: "Come on, our account book depends on you!"

Lan Zhi immediately couldn't laugh or cry.

Seeing that Shang Ruqi had already reached the door of the inner hall and was ready to go in, she nodded to the two of them and followed quickly.

There is a huge long table in the inner hall that can seat twenty people around. The table is covered with account books. Mr. Fang Haogui, the accountant, is sitting in front of the table with a dull expression. His hair is all white and he looks tired. It looks a bit like Alzheimer's disease.

Shang Ruqi took out the accounts and knocked on the table: "Old Fang, let's work, let's work. There are two sums of money that need your approval, and the headmaster has already signed them."

Fang Haogui's dull eyes moved slowly and his voice was weak: "What money?"

Shang Ruqi said: "One amount is the production cost of the Audio Stone Walkman. We need to advance a sum of money to buy the materials needed to make the Audio Stone Walkman. The one sum is the share of our senior sister of Xingshang Pavilion."

Fang Haogui moved his ears and looked confused: "What are you listening to? What are you listening to?"

Shang Ruqi explained patiently: "The audio stone Walkman means making the audio stone into a walkman. The other is our senior sister's share."

Fang Haogui didn't seem to understand at all: "How?"

Shang Ruqi gritted his teeth: "Walkman!"

Fang Haogui's expression was still dull: "What are you listening to?"

Shang Ruqi became angry, clasped one hand on the edge of the table, and said angrily: "We just made you more than 10 million, if you approve a million, you still have to push me, do you still want this table?" ?”

Fang Haogui woke up instantly, and his dull eyes suddenly burst into bright light: "I made more than 10 million, where are they?"

Shang Ruqi was a little surprised: "Xiao Si'er hasn't come to tell you yet?"

He immediately sent a communication talisman to Xiao Si'er, and Xiao Si'er ran in panting a moment later: "Come on, come on, I just found out that an account was missing, and I recalculated the amount."
Chapter completed!
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