"We lost three thousand taels on the deposit," Luo Wen said, his face etched with pain.
"It's fine." Ye Qianning put down her brush and stood up. She walked behind the screen and reemerged with a large, red box in her hands. "Take this money. From now on, if it's a problem money can solve, you don't need to report it to me."
'It was my oversight to lose so many promising candidates over money.'
Luo Xuan took it, and when he opened it, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Y-Young Miss, this is..."
'So much money...'
'Each silver note is for ten thousand taels... How much money is in this entire box?'
Seeing this, Ye Qianning couldn't help but laugh. "Anyone who didn't know better would think our General's estate was poor."
