The most annoying thing in the Three Realms is not having no money, but being managed by a group of gods.
I, Zhao Gongming, the true king of Xuantan and the God of Wealth, originally thought that being in charge of the heavenly palace's treasury was a fat job, but ended up becoming the largest accountant and scapegoat in the three realms. When approving the budget, the Jade Emperor waved his hand: "The traveling expenses for Mr. Chang Geng Xing's business trip? Deduct it from the emergency fund first!" He turned around and urged again: "Gongming, the glass lamp for the birthday banquet of the Queen Mother of the West has exceeded the budget. Do you think you can ask the Dragon King of the East China Sea to 'sponsor' some pearls?"
From Taibai Jinxing's unpaid straw sandal money for three hundred years, to Yue Lao's astronomical reimbursement form for purchasing "Colorful Concentric Threads", to Master Guanyin's statement that "the nectar in the purification bottle is considered a loss of office supplies" – the gold coins in my cornucopia have almost been filled into an Excel spreadsheet! The most incredible thing is King Li Tianwang of Tota, who insists on applying for a "new energy equipment subsidy" for Nezha's Hot Wheels because "it costs too much to step on the flames."
What's even more outrageous is that a "financial crisis" suddenly broke out in Tianting's money bank. The gold tickets devalued and the cornucopia went on strike. After searching and searching, it was found that someone used "short merit coupons" to swindle fairy jade. The landlord cried and came to reimburse: "O true king, the stone lion in front of my temple was stolen by a mortal and used as a decoration. Is this considered a 'loss of fixed assets' or an 'accidental disaster claim'?"
Okay, since this God of Wealth is more miserable than a mortal accountant, I will give you a "big financial audit." Let's see how I, Zhao Gongming, use my fortune whip to force debts, use my gold ingots to break up conspiracies, and at the same time turn over the ledgers of those gods in heaven who cry out for their poverty and pretend to be rich. Whoever wants to guard this shabby money bank will keep it.
