Caiqi hurriedly entered the room, fetching large wooden armchairs for Mo Lian and Qiao Mu to take their seats.
Once they were settled, their attention turned to Mu Jingfeng, who appeared noticeably pale, almost as if he had aged three to five years overnight.
The question lingered: had all this distress been worth it? Qiao Mu's lips curved with a hint of disdain.
Stepping forward, Mr. Xi opened the ledger and began to read aloud. "Based on our calculations, the Butterfly Pavilion, Couture House, and the Listless Pavilion alone have generated an annual revenue of over 10 million spirit currency for the past 15 years. With recent business expansions, the Butterfly Pavilion alone amassed 20 million spirit currency last year."
"If we were to value these assets in terms of standard commodities like gold and silver, their total worth would be even higher."
