The fireworks scattered away during the day, and Zhang Ze and Chen Qin also rode the tail end of the noise back to the Thousand Machines Pavilion.
But this time Zhang Ze wrongly blamed Lily.
Those fireworks were indeed fireworks, not the lingering glow of a demolished building.
Thousand Machines Pavilion.
"Though we have always been diligent in managing our household, you should know, boss, that it’s wise to spend where necessary, so take a look..."
Lily approached sneakily and handed a ledger to Zhang Ze.
She was somewhat afraid.
Recently, the Thousand Machines Pavilion was practically left unmanaged, with Zhang Ze and the others away, and herself lost in her obsession with bombs, she hadn’t really paid attention.
It was only when Lily took a moment to look that she found her small treasury was nearing depletion.
So when Zhang Ze contacted her, she didn’t answer, instead hoping to patch up the deficit by borrowing from one thing to fix another.
Yet, Lily waited with her head tucked in, not seeing Zhang Ze get angry.
"Didn’t we still earn five spirit stones?" Zhang Ze flipped through the ledger and tossed it back to Lily.
"Lily, are your bombs really that expensive?"
Chen Qin was sitting on the side, stroking Maomao’s furry head, and Maomao wasn’t upset, cheerfully wagging its tail.
After all, as far as the breed was concerned, in Maomao’s eyes, there wasn’t a bad person in the world, but there also wasn’t a truly good dog.
And Chen Qin’s words carried no blame, she was just purely curious; money was merely a number to the young mistress.
No money? Just borrow some from the family.
As for repaying, given her unconditional trust in Zhang Ze and Lily, she wasn’t worried about not being able to repay.
Upon hearing Chen Qin’s inquiry, Lily shook her head.
"It doesn’t have much to do with the bombs. The expense lies elsewhere; I’ll talk about the bombs later."
"Is it that we earned too little?" Chen Qin asked.
"Also no, we actually earned a bit more, take a look." Zhang Ze handed the ledger to Chen Qin. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel-fire.ɴet
The ledger recorded the income of the Thousand Machines Pavilion over the past two months; ignoring expenses, the profits were indeed substantial.
Just the small walnut and cat talisman items alone could provide the Thousand Machines Pavilion with a continuous financial stream, with the major chunk coming from the demon race in the Northern Territory.
The demon race there are innate cultivation saint bodies; even the most useless demon, lying down for a lifetime, could at least achieve Qi cultivation.
Thus, items like the small walnut and cat talisman, while having usage thresholds in the East Continent, faced no sales issues in the Northern Territory, even children could use them, considered daily necessities for the demon race.
Further financial avenues weren’t limited to this.
The second one came from the Divine Pill Gang, still bearing Dan Dan’s name.
This group of bored old men expanded their charitable enterprise, half-selling and half-gifting Thousand Mechanism Prosthetics.
Just like the ones Bai Tao’s godfather Wei Dalu brought.
With Spirit Recognition Technique analysis and Thousand Mechanism Technique assistance, Dan Dan’s artifact refining products can now be used by ordinary cultivators.
No need for particularly high cultivation, nor outstanding intelligence, as long as you can distinguish up and down, left and right, and count one, two, three, four.
As is widely known, the Northern Territory is a bitterly cold place; though most of the demon race rarely harm others, they can’t resist getting themselves into trouble, leading to a significant number of injured and disabled people.
Through unknown means, Bai Tao made contact with the royal family of the Demon Capital via Zhendong Trading Company, securing a large contract under the name of Divine Egg Gang.
Arranged by the royal family of the demon race to purchase these Thousand Mechanism Prosthetics, they are then gifted to those facing hardships in the Northern Territory, handled by the Divine Egg Gang.
As for those who, while missing arms or legs, still keep getting into trouble, or just want to experience life as the Eight-armed Nezha, buy a prosthetic to display at home...
Well, they can pay for them themselves...
In summary, lying down and earning money mainly relies on distribution by the demon race’s Zhendong Trading Company and the Divine Egg Gang.
The remaining financial streams are scattered locally in Cyan Thorn, Cang Mountain’s Beast Taming Sect, and auctions at Fried Shide Auction House, joint sales of blade and sword magical artifacts by the Sword Sect, etc...
This rolling wealth, in the hands of a selfish sect leader, might all be turned into private property, either passed down or switched for Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that help cultivation breakthroughs.
But it’s different at the Thousand Machines Pavilion; firstly, there’s no sect leader here.
Sister Mei’Er, written as attendant but read as aunt, had long resigned from her nominal position as Pavilion Master of the Thousand Machines Pavilion.
Nowadays, Chen Qin is sensible and well-behaved, requiring no one for supervision or protection, so Mei’Er returned to the Sword Sect’s Main Pavilion as the sect leader’s direct disciple.
Currently, any matters at the Thousand Machines Pavilion are collectively discussed.
Then, money just disappears as it’s spent.
The major expenditure is on civil engineering.
The Thousand Machines Pavilion now boasts a new appearance, unlike the old sect, internally transformed into a new city.
The entire Thousand Machines Pavilion has been replanned and expanded, resembling an academy city when viewed from the air.
Accordingly, the pavilion has been temporarily divided into five zones based on function.
Zone One, Small Dragon Tiger Mountain.
The Taoists brought here by Old Tang picked several mountaintops, now neatly managed, really resembling Small Dragon Tiger Mountain.
There, every day sees smoke winding around, purple energy soaring, except for those little Daoists coming in and out, each carrying a Fire Qilin, there are no shortcomings.
As for the Sword Sect, acting as the maternal family, naturally stands strong.
Zone Two is the Sword Casting Abyss.
Probably due to an enjoyable mountain-moving spree, Pavilion Master Zhengyi returned home for another round.
He initiated a major task.
The Pavilion Master directly cut down the Sword Casting Peak of the Sword Pavilion by its roots.
Then in the rear mountain of the Thousand Machines Pavilion, flattened three mountain peaks, selected a treasure land, dug out a deep abyss reaching a thousand meters underground, leading straight to the earth vein lava.