"My lord, this is this month's revenue," Siniang said, handing a thick ledger to Zheng Fan. Along with it was a piece of white paper listing a few major items of revenue and some expenditures.
Generally speaking, Zheng Fan was too lazy to look at the thick account books below; he likely wouldn't understand them anyway, so he would just glance at the revenue overview.
As for whether his Demonic Venerables would embezzle his money, Zheng Fan wasn't worried about that at all.
With the eight of them forming what was practically a community of shared destiny, their bond was, to a certain extent, far more solid than any so-called family.
After a cursory glance, Zheng Fan rubbed between his eyebrows.
Compared to the massive expenses, the so-called income seemed truly meager.
The entire Shengle City was like a gold-devouring Warcraft, constantly draining Zheng Fan's treasury.
