Knowing was one thing; seeing it with your own eyes was another.
Gongxi Chou had come to meet his big brother after receiving the news, and happened to witness the scene. He looked at Shen Tang with sympathy. "Mama?"
He wanted to ask if she was all right.
Shen Tang stared without blinking as the pure-gold Divine Statue disappeared.
After a long moment, she let out a helpless sigh.
She waved a hand. "You get used to this sort of thing."
She used to throw tantrums and whine a little, but she didn't anymore. Not because she'd matured, but because she'd been working for too many years. Beneath her youthful, gorgeous exterior was the heart of a wage slave tormented by the 24/7 grind. She'd made it through another day. That was great.
"It's just a shame about such a fine Divine Statue..."
Its artistic value alone could have made it a tourist attraction for future generations.
She looked at Jimò Qiu with an apologetic expression.
No matter how generous the High Priest was, he'd just given away the Divine Statue, and Shen Tang, the recipient, hadn't even had a chance to touch it before Heaven forcibly snatched it away—in front of the giver, no less. It was more than a little awkward. There was no such thing as too awkward; only more awkward. The Divine Statue had barely vanished when the Supply Vehicles were hit next.
Shen Tang: "..."
Gongxi Chou: "...Just how much do you owe?"
He was genuinely worried that even their ancestral fortune wouldn't be enough to cover the debt.
Shen Tang's expression was hard to describe. She laughed awkwardly and tried to brush it off. "That's not important... What matters is that the money I spent in advance at least served a purpose... Look at