Chapter 1316 - Chapter 1316 Chapter 29 What Kind of Godly Development Is
Chapter 1316: Chapter 29: What Kind of Godly Development Is This? Chapter 1316: Chapter 29: What Kind of Godly Development Is This? …
At that moment, the Chi Mei Demon Master felt a chilling dread.
If the Azure Dragon Clan of the Primordial Water were to be tamed by the Wang family, then this clan’s future would be exceedingly terrifying.
On the surface, the Changning Wang Clan seemed like a local powerhouse, but the deeper the contact, the more mysteriously unfathomable they appeared to be.
Meanwhile,
Wang Anye watched An Xin eloquently discuss the collaboration plan with clear rationale and meticulous thoughts. His capability to work effectively was indeed impressive, which both gratified and somewhat envied him.
Purely in terms of implementing specific industrial tasks, Wang Anxin was much superior to him; after all, An Xin had started from the grassroots level and continuously cycled through various industries within the clan, gaining rich work experience on the way.
Compared to him, Wang Anye spent more time fishing for leisure and scavenging resources, which left him with comparatively less practical experience.
Wang Anye had also expressed to his great grandfather his wish to start from the bottom in the family industries to accumulate experience, to live the life ordinary people lead.
However, his great grandfather earnestly told him, “Anye, our clan is not yet wealthy. There are many expenditures, and the things you bring back from your outings, whether used personally or sold, already match the value of our two core clan industries combined.”
In order to enrich the family more quickly, Wang Anye could only grit his teeth and repeat the year-after-year task of “picking up money.” Even though he currently felt nauseated by the sight of valuable items during his leisure fishing, he still endured the discomfort and diligently gathered wealth and resources.
Ah, he truly envied those who only needed to go to work every day.
“No, no! Our Dragon Clan consumes a lot–you Wang family’s distribution of benefits is very unreasonable!” Ao Juechen propped his hands on the table, his beard flying wildly without wind as if it were a dancing octopus, “Like me, a Level Nine Great Elder, when I’m happy, I eat one Level Five Wild Marsh fierce crocodile per meal, and if I’m unhappy, I eat two. And I eat three meals a day! Therefore, I believe we should receive at least eighty percent of the share.”
In the negotiation team, a middle-aged man with a goatee, Murong Qiubai, calmly stated, “One Level Five fierce crocodile, after removing the non-edible parts, weighs between fifteen to twenty thousand pounds. Although not as expensive as the Level Five snow-patterned Spirit Cow meat you just ate, it still costs five Qian Gold per pound. Even by the lowest estimates, that’s sixty-five thousand Qian Gold per crocodile. Based on your mood being good every day, that’s about two hundred thousand Qian Gold a day, over seventy million Qian Gold a year for fierce crocodile meat.”
“And our Human race’s Great Emperor only spends about six million Qian Gold a year on food!”
Murong Qiubai, who was a typical graduate of the High Clan School and had now been promoted all the way to the Deputy Finance Director of the Wilderness Development Department, had been arranged by Wang Anxin to be part of the negotiation team.
Ao Juechen’s flying beard paused, and he stared blankly for a good while before becoming somewhat angrily embarrassed and pounded the table, “Our Dragon Clan just eats that much, what can you, a mere Spiritual Platform Realm human, do about it? Believe it or not, I could swallow you in one gulp!” And with that, he resumed his threatening gestures.
“Throwing a tantrum is useless. In our Clan School, we’ve had plenty of bizarre, unreasonable, and ferocious classmates. I’ve long since gotten used to it. I am Murong Qiubai, and I only believe that numbers don’t lie,” Murong Qiubai said with calm undisturbed.
Sitting nearby, Wang Lilong was enjoying a post-meal snack made from a roasted leg of a Level Seven deep-sea giant octopus, and upon hearing these words, he glanced strangely at Murong Qiubai, who seemed like an old classmate.
How odd, how come I never saw any bizarre, unreasonable, and ferocious classmates in the Clan School? On the contrary, each classmate was gentle and approachable, treating both humans and dragons civilly.