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Chapter 9 Tianzi No. 1 Honest Person's Backstab

A small goal of 100 million.

I didn't expect that it would be possible so soon.

McDonald is a man without big desires.

With an ordinary family background, he never even imagined achieving this kind of 'small goal' that once hit his pain point.

In fact, what Big Lao Wang said was taken out of context. The original text is: "If you want to be the richest man in the world, you are striving in the right direction, but it is best to set a small goal that is achievable first. For example, I will earn it first. 1

Hundreds of millions.”

McDonald never thought about becoming the world's richest man and being able to achieve a "small goal", such as buying a few shops in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, and living the rest of his life just to wait until death. He would be very satisfied.

Seeing that the preliminary settlement on the system display had reached 20,818 gold coins, McDonald was very satisfied.

This is money that has already been spent.

After receiving news that the Kingdom of Stormwind had been invaded into Elwynn Forest, the Archbishop, whose honesty was off the charts, chose to officially accept McDonald's donation, and most likely began to prepare his Paladin plan.

McDonald was very careful, and he was afraid of something happening. He went to check the treasury of the Stansom family every day to make sure that there were only a few gold coins in it.

During this time, his maids with big breasts came to hang out at his place frequently.

In order to avoid triggering StarCraft's 404 regulations, McDonald decided to replace all the maids around him with aunts in their forties or fifties. They all had thick waists and round arms, and looked very much like the ogre mother.

Alas! A little impatience ruins a big plan!

When I go back, I will have 100 million.

I could have asked 18 beauties in the KTV to sway their waists and stick their butts out...

Then every time I got behind a beautiful woman, I would...kick her in the butt!

Then he drove a convertible car to the downtown area, took out his bill gun, and shot hundreds of dollar bills everywhere in the sky.

Hi! The life of rich people is so simple and unpretentious!

I think so in my heart, but on the surface, of course...

"I want to quit sex!"

This reason sounds a bit ridiculous. Thinking of how the Duke was critically ill last time, not a single vassal objected.

The vassals were only worried about the boss having too many illegitimate children and had to wipe the boss's ass, but they never worried about whether the boss was a prostitute.

As long as McDonald can find a noble daughter in the future and give birth to an official family heir, the vassals hope that McDonald can live like a saint.

The system prompts: [It has been detected that the host has initially completed the first phase of the goal. Can the host enable early settlement? If it is enabled, it will count down for 72 hours. The host must pay attention to the changes in funds during the countdown period. The final settlement will be based on the settlement time of the host.

The amount spent shall prevail.】

"I...can I really return to the Heavenly Kingdom on Earth if I meet the standard?" McDonald asked quietly in his heart.

【The answer is yes!】

"Enable settlement mode!"

[Received, early settlement is being enabled, host please be sure to pay attention to the balance status...]

Macdonken immediately asked Barcellas to bring him the account books and carefully check the expenditures. What he did frightened the civil servants below. They suddenly discovered that their Duke actually knew mathematics, and seemed to be better than them. It was really

'In the same ninth year, you are so beautiful'!

Ever since 2800 years ago, humans teamed up with elves to defeat the trolls, completely ending the trolls' hegemony on this continent. However, humans were unable to completely eliminate the trolls hiding in the deep mountains and forests, which resulted in endless wars on this continent.

While human nobles enjoy various privileges, they have only one core responsibility - to kill people!

You will know that the surname [Tolbane] passed down from the royal family of the Arathor Empire means 'enemy of the trolls'.

If you can lead everyone to kill the trolls and monsters that cause trouble, you are the most perfect noble. As long as you don't treason, everything else can be suppressed.

This leads to the fact that the aristocrats only think about aristocratic social interaction, etiquette or... muscles.

Doing math, doing logistics, etc. are all handled by tool guys like Barsselas.

Generally, the boss will only ask the tool man, "I want to kill the XXX troll clan. Do we have enough money to fight the war?"

If it’s enough, then fight!

If it’s not enough, then we have to fight!

Anyway, the hard-working people are tool people.

Have you ever seen a Duke who seems to be self-taught, capable of planning and arithmetic?

Not only is he proficient, McDonald also helped them optimize the warehousing calculation method. To put it bluntly, he was the one who explored the "Kingdee" intelligent financial management system on his own in order to find a job.

It must be hard for him to do the calculations alone, so he had to resort to vertical calculations, abacus and other big weapons that can be called dimensionality reduction strikes.

When McDonald spent almost three days sorting out the accounts and intentionally or unintentionally delayed the delivery of various incomes, he looked at the expenses of more than 22,000 gold coins displayed on the system until his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

He gave an order: "Be sure to wake me up before twelve o'clock tonight! This matter is very important!"

When he woke up, McDonald, who was feeling very happy, opened the system interface and took a look, and immediately fell into a state of complete sluggishness.

etc!

There must be something wrong with this world!

I spent so much money and carefully checked every expenditure. Who the hell told me why my income and expenditure was over 30,000 gold coins!?

Although he was still confused, after reading the systematic description, McDonald quickly understood the cause and effect of this incident.

A heartbreaking roar suddenly came from the Grand Duke's bedroom.

"U-se-er-"

This roar of 120 decibels almost squeezed all the air out of McDonald's lungs.

In addition to the extreme anger in his voice, there was also a kind of sadness and sorrow that outsiders would never understand.

10 minutes later, the Duke's study.

The iron-clad Uther and the other three silver saints stood like javelins on both sides of McDonald's table, like the Four King Kongs.

On the right are Barthras and other civil servants with their heads lowered, and on the left are Sir Serijek and other vassals.

Directly opposite McDonald's desk, a group of guys knelt on the ground.

"I'm guilty! I'm sorry for the Stratholme family and my ancestors."

"I shouldn't be greedy for kickbacks!"

Forget about all the tools, the leader is clearly Anastali.

"I'm sorry, dear, I spent a little more than the amount you gave me. I forced Barcellas not to say it. I told him that I was the woman who would become the 'Mother of the Stratholme Family.'

I’m so sorry!”

It’s really a billion points.

Not much, just 10,000 gold coins more. This vain woman who loved luxury took advantage of McDonald's previous infatuation with her and spent the gold coins in the Stratholme family's small vault crazily. Originally, the damn ghost promised to give her a yearly salary.

Thousands of gold coins, she got angry a few times when she was a Lordaeron luxury goods merchant who sold precious gold jewelry. In front of her best friends, she, who wanted to save face, exceeded the limit as expected.

She cried and shouted, wanting to rush forward and hug McDonald's thigh, but under Uther's sharp and intimidating gaze, she did not dare to take even half a step forward.

McDonald couldn't catch his breath and almost exploded in anger!

I told you to be a fucking bodyguard, and at most to lead a soldier part-time. Who asked you to be the anti-corruption director!?

Facing McDonald's terrifying gaze as if he wanted to kill someone, Uther, who was magnanimous in his heart, met his gaze without fear.

"Your Majesty the Duke, for your safety, I used [Repentance] on the people around you!"


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