Mu Yangling looked at Qi Haoran and asked, "Are you sure you can afford it?"
Qi Haoran never had enough money.
However, Qi Haoran waved his hand confidently. "It's fine as long as I don't spend the dividends in the future. I'll definitely be able to pay it back."
Hence, with Qi Haoran's order, the logistics staff of the five battalions took the account book and registry to Hanzhong Prefecture to look for Fan Zijin.
Fan Zijin almost spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. With just one sentence from Qi Haoran, his restaurant's annual profits would be gone. However, since Qi Haoran had already made a promise, he could not let him go back on his word. So, he could only dig out his private savings to help him pay for it.
Fan Zijin planned to teach him a good lesson when he got back.
At this moment, Qi Haoran was happily riding the carriage back to Mingshui County with Mu Yangling for the New Year.