I close my eyes. Many images flashed through my mind: The God of Wealth came to cry last week, saying that no statues of the God of Wealth were worshiped in the world anymore, and instead they offered "K-line diagrams"; Thunder Goddess resigned last month, saying that there was a power plant in the south recruiting workers, with room and board included, and wages were paid daily; even the rabbit in the Moon Palace secretly went down to the next world to become a pet blogger. It is said that there are millions of fans, and the rewards are higher than Chang'e's salary.
"How much is left on the account?" I opened my eyes.
"Back to Your Majesty," Taibai's voice became even lower, "The coal money for the alchemy room of Tushita Palace... Has not been paid yet. Yesterday, the door shaft of the Nantian Gate fell off due to disrepair and injured two patrolling heavenly soldiers. Medical expenses..."
"Tell me the numbers."
"... Minus twelve dollars and three."
I laughed. Really laughed. He threw the report, which was as light and heavy as a mountain, on the imperial desk. The paper floated twice and landed on the cloud bricks without making a sound.
"Deliver the message." I stood up, my voice echoing in the empty hall, "From now on, the heavenly palace will be suspended. All registered immortals will have their salaries suspended. All palaces, water and electricity... Uh, the supply of cloud, energy and spiritual veins will be cut off. Go and make a living on your own."
