"Ten thousand Daoist Merit Points!"
As Chen Hao repeated that number to himself, his head practically swelled with the headache.
Since joining the Heavenly Court Chat Group, all the Daoist Merit Points Chen Hao had earned put together didn't even total two thousand.
Now he had only a double-digit balance of Daoist Merit Points in WeChat. Once he counted what he owed Supreme Lord Lao and the God of Wealth, his net worth was negative.
Just thinking about those two made Chen Hao so furious he could have coughed up blood.
Some partnership this was. He had given them exclusive distribution rights, and they were raking it in at the Heavenly Court. Yet he, the supplier, had ended up buried in debt. It was downright humiliating.
After calming the turmoil inside him, Chen Hao quickly turned his attention back to those ten thousand Daoist Merit Points.
"How am I supposed to scrape together ten thousand Daoist Merit Points in less than four days?"
Borrowing was definitely out of the question. Every one of those immortals was a miser. Forget ten thousand—Chen Hao wasn't even confident he could borrow a hundred.
While Chen Hao was agonizing over it, Liu Yan suddenly called him. "Hey, Chen Hao, hurry over to the office. I've got good news!"
Chen Hao frowned. What good news had gotten Liu Yan so excited?
The moment he ran into the office, Liu Yan leaped straight into his arms. "Chen Hao, we've raised the hundred billion!"
"Huh? We have?" Chen Hao was baffled too. After kissing her on the lips, he asked in surprise, "Weren't we still twenty billion short? How did we suddenly get it all?"
Liu Yan smiled with sheer delight. "I thought it was strange too, but just a few minutes ago, someone called me out