"Did we really burn through so much money?"
Gazing at the company's accounts, at those enormous numbers, at those sums of money deposited into the accounts of numerous high school students, college students, and cadets... even the Qingmu Divine Monarch couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.
Distributing such vast wealth to the poor—neither in today's Kunxu nor in the ancient Kunxu had Qingmu ever seen someone with such audacity.
"Zhang Yu... what a grand stroke you have made." Qingmu Divine Monarch shook his head, forcing a bitter smile, and for a moment, he didn't know whether to admire Zhang Yu's boldness or to blame him.
"The family fortune that your master and I saved for so long, I didn't expect it to be burned through by more than half like this."
He could only comfort himself: "At least tearing open the Sky Dome can reverse the situation in battle, and as for money... it can always be earned again later."
