So whether one served as a governor or a commander at Bronze Citadel,
making money was no easy task.
Take the previous commander, Duke Moli, for example. He was a textbook case of failed management, having to transfer resources from his own territory every year to sustain the expenditures.
In Huo Ling's eyes, that was truly pathetic.
Moli's failure to make money was simply poor management. Huo Ling already had a complete plan in mind.
Inside the mage tower in the Spirit Realm.
Huo Ling's condensed projection sat there.
Though Huo Ling himself was not in Plains City of the Spirit Realm, he could still oversee his mage tower.
This projection stood over twenty meters tall, taking the form of a savage dragonman, its appearance even somewhat resembling a devil.
Its previously closed eyes opened. It reached out and summoned a scroll, swiftly writing upon it.
This was Huo Ling's reform plan for the Sixth War Zone of Bronze Citadel. What he was writing now was a complete framework and the general line of thought.
After finishing the scroll, Huo Ling summoned a lich, handed the scroll to it, and ordered,
"Order the Ministry of Administration and the General Staff to fill in every detail according to this framework at once!"
"Make it quick!"
The lich said, "As you command, my lord!"
One person's wisdom was limited. Huo Ling was no longer alone; behind him stood an entire vast nation.
All kinds of elite talents had gathered under his command. Huo Ling no longer needed to rack his own brains—he only needed to point out a direction.
These elite administrative and military minds would rush forward one after another, putting their clever heads together to refine the details of the plan.
If Huo Ling had to think through everything himself,