A million ways to survive in the dungeon

at the same time.

"What the hell?! The funds are gone this year?!"

Facing the fifty apprentices who had been admitted to the New War King Sect in front of him, Zheng Qian's face almost hit the memorial.

Ten days ago, before learning that Situ Zhou was dying, Zheng Qian sent an application memorial to Situ Zhou.

The Zhanwang Sect is responsible for cultivating elite warriors. This is the meaning of the existence of the Zhanwang Sect, rather than the country setting up a special department for you to show off.

Therefore, whether Zheng Qian likes it or not, since he has agreed to establish a new Zhanwang Sect, he must train new people.

Zheng Qian felt annoyed and kept making excuses to delay things here and there. Until today, it was considered the limit.

So ten days ago, Zheng Qian knew that he couldn't delay it any longer, so he simply accepted it and sent a funding application to Situ Zhou.

However, he never expected that only three hours after the memorial was sent out, he would receive the news that Situ Zhou was dead.

Rushing to the palace urgently, there was a scene where Zhao Aotian, Zheng Qianjinge, and the three of them saw off the king that day.

Of course, Situ Zhou is dead, and the responsibility of the New War King Sect is still there. Even if there is no funds, Zheng Qian has to start recruiting people step by step.

As for the funds, Zheng Qian borrowed some bridge funds from the bank for the parts that could be paid on credit and the parts that couldn't be paid on credit.

In fact, Situ Zhou would not deduct such urgently needed funds, and Zheng Qian understood this.

Now that Situ Zhou is dead and Jin Ge is the regent, it will be easier for him to talk. As long as Jin Ge is approved, the funds will be in place.

Originally, Zheng Qian thought so.

But I never expected that today, the reply to the memorial would come down.

The word "Reject" written in bright red with flying dragons and phoenixes seemed to be mocking Zheng Qian's exaggerated and shocked expression at this moment.

There was a click.

The folder was crushed to pieces, and Zheng Qian's entire face was livid with anger.

I remember that Jin Ge has now given full authority over the memorial to Situ Xing, right?

With Jinge's age and energy, I'm afraid he won't be able to fully monitor and provide guidance when reviewing.

In other words, this was Situ Xing's idea?

"That brat has shit in his head?!"

The memorial was torn to pieces with a crash, Zheng Qian slammed the table and stood up suddenly.

"Katcher, I'll leave the scene to you. I'll go to the palace."

With that said, Zheng Qian opened the space transfer and rushed into the palace angrily.

As soon as I arrived at the palace, I saw Jin Ge leisurely dancing in the square with more than a dozen palace ladies on the huge training ground.

"Jinge!" Zheng Qian shouted angrily. Jinge, who was about to touch the butt of an old palace maid, was so frightened that he almost urinated.

"Master Power Bank, it's an honor and a pleasure." Jin Ge came forward with a smile on his face like a chrysanthemum.

But Zheng Qian didn't give him a good look. He picked him up in his hand like a chicken and walked towards the palace without stopping: "Take me to see Situ Xing."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Stop talking nonsense and lead me the way!"

Throwing Jinge forward like trash, Jinge twisted nimbly in the air like a cat, and finally landed smoothly on the ground.

lead the way!

Zheng Qian repeated this sentence with his eyes.

Ginger suddenly felt a little scared.

Mr. Power Bank, are you in a bad mood?

What kind of trouble did that boy Situ Xing get into?

Wait a minute, this kid is locked up in my room now. How did he provoke Mr. Power Bank? so amazing.

"This...this way."

Following Jin Ge, Zheng Qian quickly arrived in front of the palace.

With a bang, the door was pushed open.

Situ Xing, who was reviewing inside, was startled.

Zheng Qian's face exuded a haze of anger.

He took one step forward and waved his hand vigorously, and the space that enveloped the entire room was torn to pieces on the spot.

"Prince Xing, can you explain to me the reason for rejecting my memorial to the new Zhan Wang Sect?"

This guy……

Situ Xing's heart suddenly became cold.

He was more concerned about Zheng Qian's actions when he entered the door than Zheng Qian's anger.

The spatial separation that I couldn't break was actually torn open by him like plastic wrap?

and…

He glanced at the dissipating purple brilliance on Zheng Qian's hand.

Purple?

As we all know, fighting spirit is red and magic element is purple.

Zheng Qian is a magician?

I thought they were soldiers.

But then again, what is this amazing strength about?

That space severing is a super high-level space magic. Let alone cracking it, Situ Xing knew for the first time yesterday that this kind of magic exists.

Is this Zheng Qian stronger than Jin Ge?

No, that's not right.

Situ Xing quickly rejected this idea.

A magician's strength is directly proportional to his age.

Looking at Jin Ge, he was sweating and slightly panicked.

I see.

Situ Xing smiled faintly.

Was it because he was afraid of hurting Zheng Qian that Jin Ge took the initiative to lift the space isolation?

Ha, I also thought, this guy looks a little younger than Zhao Aotian, how can he be stronger than Jin Ge?

What's more, he is a magician. If he is really stronger than Ginger, why

Thinking of this, Situ Xing felt relieved and secretly drew a less than or equal sign between Zheng Qian and Zhao Aotian deep in his heart.

"I approved it, what's wrong?" Situ Xing relaxed, leaned on the chair, and said calmly.

"Why are my funds deducted?!" Zheng Qian shouted loudly.

Situ Xing said with a confident look: "Why? The Zhanwang Sect burns millions of gold coins every year.

According to the information, brewing, training, weapons supply, education, etc., Zhao Aotian's old Zhan Wang Sect clearly has these excellent industrial chains, but there is no sign of profitability at all.

Even if it is profitable, it is very little.

Over the years, it has been equivalent to the country raising and fighting against the royal family.

I believe that as a war king, you should share the country's worries instead of taking your salary for nothing.

Now that your new Zhan Wang Sect has been procrastinated and finally formalized, I think it is inappropriate to apply for a large amount of funds from the beginning.

The country cannot support two war king sects in vain. You should share the country's worries and find a way to solve the funding problem yourself, at least half of it, right? "

"Bai? Raise?"

These two words deeply stimulated Zheng Qian's nerves.

Seeing that Situ Xing was confident and standing on the commanding heights, Zheng Qian suddenly felt a little annoyed.

He turned around and glanced at Ginger.

Ginger shook his head and said he didn't know.

Yes, of course he didn't know. If he knew and allowed Situ Xing to make this decision, he might be afraid that the birthday boy would hang himself and become impatient.

"In your eyes, the Zhanwang Clan is being raised in vain, right?" Zheng Qian was furious but surprisingly calm on the surface.

"Isn't it?" Situ Xing tilted his head and crossed his chest and said: "I think the salary of the War King can remain unchanged, and the annual funding of the War King Sect should be reduced to one-tenth of the original.

After all, you, the King of War, get such a high salary, and everything about the King of War clan is your responsibility.

As for the funding, I have to find a way to solve it myself. "

Hearing this, Zheng Qian not only did not get angry, but burst into laughter.

He turned around and said to Jin Ge in an almost sarcastic tone: "Listen, are these the words of a person from the underworld? How did you teach him?"

When Jin Ge heard this, he immediately lowered his head guiltily.

Zheng Qian ignored him and walked away.

The moment he passed by, he added in a very low voice: "Don't let me see you dancing in the square again."

Then he turned and left.

"snort."

Situ Xing sat with a confident look and watched Zheng Qian leave.

Looking at him, Jinge had a severe headache.

Others don't know it, but Jin Ge knows Zheng Qian very well.

Situ Xing is Situ Zhou's son, so even though he is only three years younger than Zhao Aotian, he should be considered a junior.

Out of giving face to Situ Zhou, out of tolerance for the junior's first mistakes, out of his own responsibility as a subordinate, and finally because of Jin Ge's neglect of guidance.

The combination of the four factors prevented Zheng Qian from beating him.

If any of these four reasons were missing, Situ Xing would have been a ghost if he hadn't been beaten to high paraplegia by Zheng Qian today.

Isn't Zheng Qian angry?

No, he was furious.

It's because I'm so angry that I won't talk nonsense to you.

Looking at the proud look on Situ Xing's face, he seemed very proud of being able to defeat Zheng Qian.

Young man, do you know that you almost got into trouble?

Jin Ge pinched his eyebrows.

I thought he had good talent, but I didn't expect...

It seems that I will need to be disciplined more strictly in the future.

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