"Goodbye, Mr. Caesar," Lin Shiyan said as she left, giving Wang Dadong a gentle bow.
"Spicy next door, this feeling is really damn sour and refreshing."
Wang Dadong had regretted donating the money to the Kingdom of Kansas, but now he felt like he had made a killing.
With his current title of duke, wouldn't picking up chicks be like taking candy from a baby?
Now Wang Dadong was madly in love with that King of Kansas who initially didn't even have pants to wear.
Well, now that he was a duke, it seemed he wouldn't have to worry about financial problems anymore.
"So, Monica, how much is my monthly stipend?" Wang Dadong asked casually as he sat on the sofa, smoking.
"Reporting to the Duke, your monthly stipend is 100,000 Kansas Currency," Monica replied.
"Damn, 100,000, though I'm a bit disappointed, it's not too little," Wang Dadong said excitedly.