Shen Yuhe reeled off a string of figures.
They were the total number of employees who had signed the "507 Special Clause," along with the overtime pay due to them, cultivation allowances, paid leave that would let them cultivate in peace, the cultivation resources promised as compensation, and so on and so forth.
Added together, they formed an astronomical sum that made even Shen Yuanbao's face turn pale and his heart skip a beat.
"So, so much?" Shen Yuanbao could not believe it.
"After accumulating day by day over the past several decades, it came to this much."
Shen Yuhe said, "The promise at the time was that once the Monster War had been won in a great victory, the clauses would be settled and all employees would receive generous returns—perhaps no one had imagined then that the Monster War would end so quickly, so smoothly?"
"..."
Shen Yuanbao fell silent for a while.
The other heirs also said nothing, scarcely daring to breathe.
Since Shen Yuhe had already laid his cards on the table, he might as well continue in one breath. "Among the employees who signed the '507 Special Clause,' there were skilled workers who had worked on the front lines for seven or eight years, even over a decade; key personnel across grassroots business lines; and quite a few who had climbed into management positions at various branches and subsidiaries.
"This debt cannot be dodged.
"If we cannot fulfill the '507 Special Clause,' I'm afraid the entire Cosmos Group will fall apart overnight!"
"Bastard!"
Shen Yuanbao flew into a rage and thumped his chest. "The reason I, Shen, have achieved what I have today is all because of one word—trust! Every employee of the Cosmos Group is my flesh-and-blood brother. As long as I still draw breath,