In the past, Yun You often saw a phrase on the internet.
"Three years a minor official, one hundred thousand gold."
Nest City bureaucrats had countless ways to make money, even the lowest-tier clerks could rake in thousands upon thousands of wealth.
Naturally, Yang Lie's role as Civil Protection Officer was no exception.
One year in office had made him quite affluent.
Priceless famous calligraphy and paintings nearly covered every wall of his treasury.
Expensive limited edition cigars and spirits were piled like small mountains, and they weren't just overpriced luxury goods, but readily liquidifiable hard currency.
There were also various luxurious cars Yun You could name... there was even a personal aircraft.
However, the young girl wasn't really interested in these things.
Ultimately, her attention was drawn to "weapons."
As an Apprentice Death God, it was natural that Yang Lie's treasure trove didn't lack prosthetic weapons.
