The real daughter, she went crazy in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 117 Our account book depends on you
"Forget it, let's not talk about this, hurry up and see where you can transfer some money."

"The only one that can squeeze out money from the whole hospital is the Hangshangtang. Do you want to suppress the cost of the Hangshangtang?"

"Is it still pressing? Last time, the owner of the merchant wanted to flip the table."

"If you keep pushing, I'll flip the table right now!"

The female nun who was talking froze for a moment, looked up and saw Shang Ruqi's face as black as the bottom of a pot, shrank instantly like a quail, and explained cautiously: "Master Shang, we can't do anything... Sir, you are inside. Please."

Shang Ruqi walked in aggressively.

Lan Zhi followed behind.

"Hey, senior sister of Xingshangtang? Senior brother replaced by senior sister?"

"Looking like a straight-faced student, he should have just been promoted from below."

"Then isn't there a good income in the account recently? Will our account be better this month?"

Lan Zhi heard the muttering of the two female cultivators, and simply stopped to greet them: "I'm sorry I forgot to say hello just now, I'm Lan Zhi, and I was just promoted to the senior sister of Xingshangtang."

The two female cultivators whispered and were caught on the spot by the parties, their expressions were a little embarrassed, but more excited.

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

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

Lan Zhi suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

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

In the inner hall there is a huge long table enough for 20 people to sit around. The table is full of ledgers. The accountant Mr. Fang Haogui sits in front of the table with a dull expression. His hair is all white and he looks a little It looks like Alzheimer's.

Shang Ruqi took out the accounts and knocked on the table: "Old Fang, you've done your work. Here are two sums of money that you need to approve, and the head teacher 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 cost of the phonograph. We need to advance a certain amount of money to buy the materials needed to make the phonograph. The other is the share of our senior sister of the Hangshang Pavilion."

Fang Haogui moved his ears, his expression confused: "What are you listening to? What are you doing?"

Shang Ruqi patiently explained: "The phonograph stone walkman means to turn the phonograph stone into a walkman. In addition, it is the share of our senior sister."

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

Shang Ruqi gritted his teeth: "Walkman!"

Fang Haogui's expression remained dull: "Listen to whatever you want?"

Shang Ruqi got angry, put one hand on the edge of the table, and said angrily: "We just earned you more than 1000 million, and you will push me back when you approve 100 million. Do you still want this table case?"

Fang Haogui woke up in an instant, and his sluggish eyes suddenly burst into a bright light: "I have earned more than 1000 million, where is it?"

Shang Ruqi was a little surprised: "Has Xiao Sier not come to tell you yet?"

He immediately sent a message talisman to Xiao Si'er, and after a while, Xiao Si'er ran in panting: "Come here, come here, I just found out that an account was missed, and I recalculated the amount."

Now that Fang Haogui is no longer deaf, he snatched the report form from Xiao Si'er's hand with incomparable swiftness, and swept the jade slips on the report form with his spiritual sense, and his voice was particularly loud: "I earned one thousand nine hundred and twenty eighty-six thousand Thousand 920 five! Not bad, not bad, it really is worthy of your business hall, old merchant, what kind of funding did you just say you want to approve?"

　The word refueling existed in the Qing Dynasty, and there is an allusion to its origin. Friends who are interested can search it~
　　
　
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