Feng Wuyao looked at the gold, silver and jewelry on the table, with a very serious expression.

The jewelry in this box is really too annoying, either gold or ruby, it looks vulgar.

The box of silk over there seemed to be too gorgeous. She is dressed in men's clothes now, so these things don't seem to be used.

She thought there was a box of silver ingots facing her toes.

As for those best pearls, cough cough, Feng Wuyao felt a little embarrassed.

I couldn't help it and absorbed it on the spot.

Although the body felt very happy with abundant spiritual power, her face was still very embarrassing to her, the elder sister of the demon clan, with such an impatient action.

This small box of silver ingots is all official silver and has no characteristics, so it can be used at will.

Just put everything in the space, then take out two purses, stuffed with broken silver.

The next morning, Xiaoxi held two bulging purses with a look of confusion.

Feng Wuyao threw her a look of "Sister is rich, you can take whatever flowers you want", then walked out of the pace of a playboy and went directly to Qin Zicheng.

Feng Wuyao thought very simply.

What is essential for fighting for power and profit is money and people.

Since she had made up her mind to help Qin Zicheng, she naturally had to help her to the end.

Maybe after Qin Zicheng ascends the throne, the purple aura on his body will become more intense.

She will take advantage of it then!

No matter how you calculate this transaction, you will make sure to make a profit, so Feng Wuyao simply wants to let go of the big tickets.

Since I discovered that eating with Qin Zicheng can also get rid of purple energy, Feng Wuye has been enjoying it.

As long as both of them are in the mansion, they must have a meal together.

People in the royal palace are no longer surprised by this.

After all, people can just call their master’s name, just having a meal together is simply normal!

Qin Zicheng went to the yamen, while Feng Wuyao went to find Song Lun.

Since learning that Song Lun was not only Qin Zicheng's counselor, but also half of his housekeeper, Feng Wuyao has looked at Song Lun with admiration.

You are a literati, and you are so skilled in accounting, are you a little too versatile?

"According to you, the remaining silver in the royal palace is not enough to maintain the expenses on the farm?"

The so-called expenses on the farm are actually the cost of the private army that Qin Zicheng raised.

Of course, Qin Zicheng is not stupid because he is not raised in the farm, so he cannot be so blatant.

"Sustaining for half a year at most, Young Master Feng also knows that all the master's open inputs cannot be used indiscriminately. This is necessary to prevent people who are interested from checking it. However, the master's private income has not been very good in the past two years. The most important thing is that our expenses in the past two years are too high."

"Then find a way to get the money." Feng Wuyao said as if he was taken for granted.

Song Lun vomits!

Don't he know he wants to get the money?

But the problem is that he is not the master’s God of Wealth!

"Mr. Feng, Duan Liu, the one who is in charge of the master's money, is not in the capital now, so he goes to the south to collect the bill."

"Um?"

"Duan Liu is responsible for managing all the private property under his master's name, uh, that kind of shameful one."

Feng Wuyao understood.

These two people are smart, both bright and dark!

"Then why are you anxious? Isn't there any money when Duan Liu comes back?" Feng Wuyao looked at Song Lun with an idiot's look. What he said can make Song Lun angry to death!

"Mr. Feng, did I just say that there is a batch of weapons to be transported?"

Song Lun's calm tone revealed a sense of despair.

Feng Wuye blinked, looking innocent.
Chapter completed!