"Where the hell have you gone? I threw all the money from the base sales into the guild warehouse!" Madman typed in the group chat. Orson paused, stopping his minor spell My Domain, and checked the guild warehouse.
After deducting the auction fees, there was still 3.2 million gold, with thirty-two small targets on the list.
On the surface, this amount of money seemed like a lot, but to any large guild, it was just normal strategic reserves.
Orson transferred 200,000 gold to the account, leaving 3 million gold to be distributed to Madman and Fatty.
Madman: "Got the money, I'm preparing to study abroad!"
Bradley: "Alright, Orson told me, you live at 27X, West River Road, West Bay, Xichuan City, and your little brother is planning to take the same school as you. You better run."
Madman: "What the hell, you stalker! Are you spying on me?"