Precision Budgeting

Phase One: a Cat Golf Course and resort, along with safe rail tour cars suitable for landfolk. A small park will be built beneath Cat Island, roughly sixty times the size of Cat Island itself.

Eileen would invest over 1.8 million Witch Gold as capital.

Cat Island, sometime after three in the morning, the top-floor study of the Giant Cat Tree.

"Meow-ow, financially speaking, we have more than enough..." Jiang Han chewed on the end of her pen as she stared at the figures. Her tail would occasionally sneak over to grab a cookie from beside her and stuff it into her mouth.

"If I keep eating, I'm going to get fat!" She puffed out her cheeks and pointed at her tail. "No! You're not allowed to get me any more..."

The tip of her tail swayed aggrievedly.

A moment later, the Mist Immortal Giant Cat's tail nimbly curled up another cookie and stuffed it into Jiang Han's mouth as she worked on her projections.

Meow-ow?

Crunch, crunch... Jiang Han chewed the cookie, eyes wide as she glared at her own tail. After a while, she gave up on the idea of training it and instead hugged the data sheets, calculating with a miserable expression.

That little bitch Davlin!

...Jiang Han roared inwardly.

1.8 million was only barely enough! Exactly enough! How had these civil servants capped the budget so tightly!

...Jiang Han wore a woeful expression. It seemed this cat could not secretly skim even a little "money that belonged to cats" from the investment funds. She could only work honestly.

The greatest difference between witches and landfolk was that witches had to ensure the task was completed before they could start dipping their hands into things.

Even on the front lines of a battlefield, with supplies running tight,