Song Lun, who was forced into the corner, pushed Demon Yan away and said angrily: "Then explain to me, does he want to bring down the economy of the underworld by bringing in so many ghost coins?"
"How fresh. Isn't this how the underworld has been for so many years? The underworld has been burning down and kept in the underworld. It has been like this from ancient times to the present. Why, does it bother you?"
Moyan patted Song Lun's heart and said disdainfully: "Today, the quantity was just too large, so you came here to complain. Did he steal it or rob it, and do you deserve to be treated so badly?"
"I...then, that, then he can't act like this!"
"Go and pull it aside, you're just like a shit stick."
Mo Yan pushed Song Lun aside in annoyance, then stepped forward and cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, my boy asked me to report to you that all the materials for the establishment of the Logistics Department have been collected, and construction can start soon."
"Hmm??? It turns out... cough cough cough, it turns out that Cao Ferry's move is to rebuild the Logistics Department?"
Xia Shihan immediately felt relieved upon hearing this, and even the previous gloom on her face had mostly dissipated.
Unexpectedly, in the end, the only person who could really solve her problems was Cao Ning.
"Exactly!"
Mo Yan held up his hands and added: "My boy has worked hard to rebuild the logistics department. No, he had no funds and had to go to the world to beg for alms in person. Fortunately, he met a fat and generous person who sponsored him, so he was able to raise money.
Complete supplies.”
"Begging alms, but still fat?"
Xia Shihan frowned and said, "Haha, isn't the person you're talking about named Zhu?"
"Hey, the Lord also knows this person?"
Mo Yan patted his chest and laughed and said: "This person is really a charitable person. When he learned that the reconstruction of the underworld was imminent, he spent 3 billion to build a ghost banknote factory specifically for the reconstruction project of the Logistics Department."
"Uh...haha, you really are a 'charity-loving' person!"
Xia Shihan's mouth twitched when she heard it!
After all, he is Cao Ning's good disciple. As long as he needs him, the latter will immediately turn into a good person, leaving no room for others to refute.
"How can this be possible!"
Song Lun was almost shocked when he heard that Cao Ning had built a 3 billion dollar banknote factory in the underworld.
He immediately stood up and refuted: "Even if this kid is excusable, then he can't let this hell money factory exist forever? From this point of view, wouldn't the underworld be destroyed by it?"
"Lord, this must not be done. If the situation is allowed to develop, our underworld will eventually fall into a place of no return."
After saying that, Song Lun immediately bowed his head and knelt down to persuade him, as if he was admonishing him to death.
"Hey, the King of Lingcheng is worrying too much!"
Seeing this, Xia Shihan quickly stood up and explained: "In fact, someone has already mentioned to me the plan to rebuild the circulation rules of Hades Coins, but it has been affected by the war and has not been implemented."
"That man said that only by completely separating the underworld from the earth can we avoid the influence from above."
"After thinking about it carefully, I think it does make sense. Now, if I can take this opportunity to reorganize it, I think it would be a good time."
In fact, Cao Ning had already told Xia Shihan that there were loopholes in the underworld economy.
Once relatives in the underworld burn paper money desperately, the underworld will only inflate. Over time, you may have to put money in a sack to buy a fried dough stick.
"Ah...it turns out that the Lord has a plan for a long time?"
Hearing Xia Shihan say this, Song Lun felt a lot embarrassed.
I bet he has been worried about being lonely!
At this time, Mo Yan next to him followed up and responded promptly: "Hehe, these are actually the suggestions of my great grandson. How about it? Did it almost shock your jaw?"
"..."
Song Lun rolled his eyes and said no more!
Now he looks like a clown, always feeling that his thinking is backward.
Mo Yan stepped forward to strike while the iron was hot and asked: "Since the Lord has already made plans, I wonder who you plan to entrust the matter of creating a new currency to?"
"I have already made plans in my mind regarding the selection!"
Xia Shihan looked upright and stared at the people in the audience.
After hearing this, everyone had already guessed something.
Since the suggestion was made by Cao Ning, he is obviously the most suitable candidate, not to mention his status is very special.
Everyone in the audience, including Song Lun, had probably guessed this candidate.
So except for Song Lun who lowered his head silently and sighed, everyone else present looked excited.
You must know that this is a very lucrative job, and anyone who gets involved in it will be able to run rampant in the underworld in the future.
"Now that it's all said and done, I'll officially announce the candidate today."
Xia Shihan stood up and came to the crowd and said solemnly: "The important task of reforming the underworld currency lies with King Minjiang! King Minjiang, what do you think?"
"I???"
Upon hearing this decision, everyone present was stunned.
Even when Song Lun raised his head, he looked at Xia Shihan with a confused expression.
Xia Shihan smiled slightly and explained: "When Cao Ferry put forward this suggestion, the person recommended was King Minjiang. In his opinion, no one in the entire underworld understands the economic structure of the underworld better than Song Qing."
"Although Cao Ferry made the suggestion, he didn't know how to handle the specific details."
"Therefore, he specifically recommended Song Qing to me!"
"Since everything has been said today, let's just leave this matter to Song Qing!"
"..."
After hearing Xia Shihan's explanation, everyone suddenly realized.
Among them, Song Lun, the king of Minjiang, had the biggest reaction. He opened his mouth in sincerity and fear, but could not even say a word.
After being stunned for who knows how long, Song Lun drowsily patted his head to force himself to wake up.
"This kid...what kind of medicine is being sold in the gourd?"
"Haha, Song Qing, just do your best, don't worry too much."
Xia Shihan comforted Song Lun casually, and then fixed her gaze on the cheerful Mo Yan next to her.
"Magic Flame Protector!"
"Hmm??? The subordinate is here!"
Mo Yan, who was still happily watching the show, suddenly shuddered and hurriedly came forward and held his hand.
Xia Shihan glanced at Wu Chang, and then said: "Recently, the undead stranded in the Yang world have been serious, and the underworld is short of manpower. I would like to ask you to work hard and bring the Yin soldiers to maintain order and re-establish the work of the Samsara Ferry in an instant."
"Ah...yes, I will take your orders!"
Mo Yan, who was always used to being idle, was suddenly assigned so many heavy tasks and felt a little uncomfortable.
But since it was Xia Shihan's personal order, he couldn't refuse it, so he had to accept it happily.
"Oh, what a bitter life!"
Mo Yan curled his lips and sighed, then turned his head and began to whisper.
"Humph, brat, if your wife arranges work for me, then I will arrange it for you. Don't even think about staying out of it."
He didn't dare to provoke Xia Shihan, but that was not necessarily the case with Cao Ning.
