All-field Godly Wish System

Currently, those few videos were given at least a few hundred thousand per day. Adding the various dividends from the TC Network, there were at least a few hundred thousand per day.    

    

The team members were given monthly shares. The various sponsorship fees, advertising fees, and so on could have a surplus of about a million. It was a lot of money, but at Yang Ling's level, it was nothing.    

    

There were really a lot of places to use money now. At the moment, this amount of money was not enough.    

    

First, Yang Ling needed to earn money to support his family. This was the responsibility of every man who had a family.    

    

There were so many girls around him, especially Chu Siyin and Yang Xue. These two women spent money like water.    

    

Sometimes, reality was so heartless. No matter how high his cultivation was, he still had to support his family.    

    

Secondly, he needed money to cultivate his own power. As the saying goes, one man and three gangs. Although Yang Ling's beautiful legion had already taken shape, they were family. There were still some things he needed to do.    

    

If a horse wanted to run fast, how could the grass not be fat?    

    

Thirdly, the more money he had, the more helpful it would be for his cultivation. The reason was very simple. Only with money could he dominate the domain. Without money, it would be difficult to move forward.    

    

Not to mention the group, at the current stage, his personal wealth mainly came from the TC Network's dividends. The Nanhu basketball team was still in the state of paying for the team's dividends.    

    

As for the other industries, they were all arranged in the name of the company.    

    

The Muhua Group had developed to such a scale. It was no longer the business of him and Liu Muhan. It was the management of the entire company, which was the common cause of hundreds of thousands of grassroots employees.    

    

It was not a problem to get dividends every year, but to sell the shares or even the company. That conscience would hurt, and there might be inner demons.    

    

In essence, he was. He was a cultivator, not a capitalist.    

    

The problem now was very simple. If he wanted to earn money, he had to open up a new source of income. After he sorted out his thoughts, Yang Ling got up and said, "Miss Dragon, let's go together?"    

    

Little Dragon Maiden smiled and nodded. "Brother Yang can lead the way."    

    

The two chatted as they walked. Little Dragon Maiden seemed to be interested in the various reports and management models of the company. After all, this was something new to her.    

    

After a moment, in front of a large unopened health center, Yang Ling was slightly surprised when he saw that the entrance was filled with luxury cars and all kinds of onlookers.    

    

This health center was a business that he had given to Zhang Yurou, but it was said to be a gift, but Zhang Yurou was one of his future wives. This was actually his business.    

    

However, it had not opened yet. Why were there so many people here?    

    

"Hey, did you guys hear? The dad of the female boss of this store lost millions of dollars when he went to Omen. He even lost his property ownership certificate, but he still hasn't paid off his debt."    

    

"That's right. He chased her all the way here to collect the debt. It's such a pity for that female boss. Her hard work is going to go down the drain."    

    

Hearing the discussions of the onlookers, Yang Ling frowned. He had long seen through Zhang Yurou's father's greed for money and gambling. It was obvious that he was not a law-abiding person. Now, something had indeed happened.    

    

"Clang!"    

    

Along with the sound of something being broken, a person rolled down from the staircase of the second floor. With a bang, he hit the wall. Looking closely, it was Zhang Yurou's father.    

    

Fortunately, the stairs and the surrounding walls were covered with a thick carpet and were not injured.    

    

A middle-aged man in his 30s slowly walked down the stairs with a group of men in suits. The man sneered, "Boss Zhang, so this shop is not yours."    

    

"Where's your daughter? Ask her to sign the transfer!"    

    

Mister Zhang got up and said with a stern expression, "If you dare to make a move, do you know who my son-in-law is?"