"Release."
"Yes!"
"I believe that although our army only has eight thousand in military funds left, there is still nothing to worry about."
Spade raised his head, his eyes gleaming.
"We can totally rent the Commander out to customers and earn—"
Commander: "???"
"What the hell are you doing, woof?!"
Yan Huan narrowed his eyes.
Seeing everyone's faces darken, Spade hurriedly stopped.
"Ahem... I actually have a plan B."
"Given the current situation, there are no other customers in our bar anyway. There's no need to stock up on so many things in advance."
"It's not even certain we'll be able to get back on our feet."
"..." Yan Huan sat on a stool and crossed his legs disdainfully.
"Please, how could we possibly not get back on our feet?"
"I didn't even have time to take over the Fleeting Starlight before coming here. Do you know what it means to be an ultimate entrepreneur?"
March 7th looked at Yan Huan.
"Well, I think it actually makes a lot of sense."
"We haven't even seen a single customer. There's no need to rush that much, right?"
"Absurd!" Yan Huan frowned.
"You all have far too little faith in my abilities. Just wait—if today's revenue doesn't break twenty thousand Credits, I'll take your surname!"
Because of that beast Spade's stunt, there was no money left in Shu Weng's public account to buy a new freezer, so Yan Huan couldn't prepare drinks in advance.
Still, the employees no longer had to collect payments themselves.
"..."
At that moment, Yan Huan stood behind the bar.
March 7th and Dan Heng sat at a small table in front of him. One was watching a show, while the other typed away as he chatted.
Dan Heng was doing all right. He still hadn't finished