Xiu Xian's Financial Director

When Lin Chao opened his eyes, the back of his head hurt as if someone had hit him with a hammer. Good news: Not dead. Bad news: Worse than death. No spiritual roots. Can't practice. The seniors at the Golden Core stage looked at him like an ant, and the seniors at the Foundation Establishment stage didn't even look at him. All he owned was a patched gray robe, a pair of cloth shoes with open toes, and a pile of dusty account books in the warehouse. "Master, you should have found someone to review the financial analysis I showed you last time." Lin Chao got straight to the point, "What was the result?" Su Hengzhi was silent for a moment and nodded: "You are right. The sect is indeed... Unable to make ends meet." Su Wanning lowered her legs. She obviously didn't expect her father to admit this. Lin Chao took out a piece of paper from his arms and unfolded it. It was densely covered with words. "I have three options." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.