Chapter 102 Simple Points Budget

Based on a payment ratio of 1%, he only needs to spend a total of 8,000 yuan.

Fang Zhuo sighed softly.

He had never approved an event planning proposal with such a small amount of money before.

Princess Yu Rong had been observing his expression with an ingratiating gaze. When she saw him sigh softly, she quickly took the note and crossed out several of the pastries on the banquet table.

“Father, I know the banquet was a bit extravagant. These desserts could have been saved; the imperial kitchen could have simply replaced them with plain white rice cakes…”

Fang Zhuo raised his hand, indicating that she didn't need to continue.

Seeing Princess Yurong's expression as if she was about to cry, Fang Zhuo leaned back on the couch and said lazily:

"Isn't planting only a hundred osmanthus trees a bit stingy? We can add another hundred hibiscus, crape myrtle, and rose of Sharon. Flower trees aren't expensive, so let's not skimp on such trivial details in the future."

He beckoned to the young eunuch beside him and continued:

"Give the order to prepare some fresh-cut flowers and fermented rice wine for the flower-adorning gathering on September 2nd. Also, don't set the location at the pavilion in the middle of the lake; that pavilion is a bit small. Have your men clear out the entire back garden."

"Why is there only three tables in the proposal? Change it to thirty tables and invite all the famous young talents in the capital."

As the stamp was placed on the corner of the paper, the bracelet showed that more than 40,000 ghost money had been deducted from the banquet, which was less than a fraction of the original balance in his account.

After adding for a long time, it's still not enough.

Fang Zhuo, resting his chin on his hand, continued to ask, "Is there anything else you need?"

Princess Yurong stared wide-eyed, seemingly unable to believe her ears.

She first exclaimed in shock, then took the stamped note and looked at it incredulously, her eyes almost glued to it.

From the banquet venue to the surrounding decorations, every detail in this revised plan is luxurious and meticulously crafted, with the manpower invested increasing five or six times compared to the original.

Confirming that she was about to receive a truly prestigious hairpin-wearing ceremony, she excitedly rose from her chair and performed three deep bows:

"No need, your daughter is very satisfied, thank you, Father!"

She held the note like a precious treasure and kissed it several times.

"Now the youngest son of the Grand Secretary will never say I'm stingy again; he'll definitely love me to death."

After bowing, she jogged up behind Fang Zhuo and gently patted his shoulders.

Excited, the gold and jade bracelets on her stem pressed together, making a crisp knocking sound.

Fang Zhuo glanced at the bracelet.

He had dealt with gold quite often, and this hollow knocking sound was obviously from hollow sheet metal.

Sure enough, the gold bracelet on the branch only had a layer of gold paint on the surface, and the original dark brown skin was even exposed inside.

The jewelry worn by bosses is usually given out by the official dungeon organizers, so it's easy to guess that the organizers wouldn't distribute anything good.

This thing is worth at most one ghost coin; all the jewelry she owns probably doesn't even add up to ten yuan.

He took out 10,000 ghost money from his bracelet, shaped it into a small gold ingot of equal value, and placed it on the table:

"I'll give it to you. You can buy some nice jewelry or a dress."

A hint of surprise flashed across Princess Yurong's expression.

She first put the gold ingot in her mouth and bit it. After confirming that it was real gold, her eyes revealed an even more excited and ecstatic joy than before.

It was real gold...

This win made her a huge profit.

Fearing that Fang Zhuo might change his mind, she hurriedly took out a small purse from the depths of the intertwined roots.

Princess Yurong carefully placed the gold ingot inside, looking around cautiously as she did so.

After accepting the gold ingot, she ran over to Fang Zhuo and hinted:

"Father, if you need anything in the future, please don't hesitate to ask. I have a list here, you can keep it for now."

Fang Zhuo received a document in his bracelet. The list sent by Princess Yu Rong was actually the identity information of each player's number in this instance.

This is a good thing.

He forwarded the document to Yan Changyun, and then heard a dungeon announcement—

[Player ID BF0188: Strategy Value 100]

[BF0188 has broken the record for the fastest clear of this dungeon, and the reward is a Medium-level Protective Ring*1, which can withstand one attack from a low-to-medium level boss.]

Without even looking, you can tell that his live stream chat must have been flooded with question marks at this point.

[Wait, how did my strategy progress reach max level? Why is it moving so fast? What happened?]

[I just came from the Dragon Abyss Guild's livestream. Their leader was completely devastated when he heard this announcement.]

[No need to ask, the answer is that ghost money is at its peak again.]

[Brother Fang increased the budget for the Flower-Picking Party, which was proposed by the big boss, by five times and even gave him a gold ingot. His strategy value was definitely maxed out on the spot. What else is there to say? The boss is just being generous.]

[I'm a little confused. Jin Yuanbao is indeed very powerful, but what does the success of the hairpin flower festival have to do with the main boss? Why is she so happy?]

[First day in the dungeon world? Here's a little-known fact: the quests in high-level dungeons are usually the biggest wishes of the big boss in the original world.]

For example, the main task of the Empress's Ancient Yuan Dynasty was to help her suppress rebellions and become Empress. I reckon Princess Yu Rong's wish was to hold a large gathering.

[This smooth-running dungeon was so satisfying it made my toes go numb]

[Fang Ge glanced at the lighthearted drama, then exited five seconds later by clicking the exit button in the upper right corner, saying he couldn't bear to see human suffering.]

[Could Princess Yu Rong please boost Fang Ge's strength a bit? His defection was way too fast! He even sent over the dungeon roster. This is really embarrassing for those guilds that were planning assassinations...]

[I'm sending you to increase the intensity; the princess has already amassed so much wealth she's lost all sense of reality.]

[Princess Yu Rong: Don't get me into trouble, I still want the tips!]

[Princess: Thank you for the gift, Brother Fang~~ Brother Fang, I want to buy a bag and I want to eat well~~]

Having just finished discussing the plan for the Hairpin Flower Gathering, Fang Zhuo then took out more than ten divine-level weapons and items from his bracelet space and beckoned the head eunuch over:

"Within one hour, arrange these things in the palace with the highest traffic flow in the palace, preferably in a hidden place."

According to the message sent by Yan Changyun, the first batch of players outside the palace will arrive at the palace as early as tonight.

These props are all marked with the guild's mark, and only members of the Giants Guild can summon and use them. Fang Zhuo plans to set up the "stage" before the players gather, leaving Yan Changyun some room to maneuver.

Princess Yu Rong frowned slightly upon seeing this: "Father, isn't this inappropriate?"

The head eunuch standing nearby quickly nodded in agreement.

This is highly inappropriate. His Majesty is the master of the palace. How could he suddenly order the placement of these random weapons within the palace? This behavior is seriously inconsistent with his status.

He was about to say something when he heard the princess change her tone:

"The head eunuch doesn't know much about palace layout, so let my servants do it."

Head Eunuch: ? ? ?

Wait a minute, is this right? Isn't this a bit of a reversal of the natural order?

Before he could say anything, he saw the princess give him a threatening look, and he immediately shut up.

Got it, there's nothing wrong with it, it's perfectly normal.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the plants in the vast palace grew long and vines, their long stems skillfully reaching into each palace along the steps of the wall, placing the props neatly in the hidden compartments within the palace.

The four city gates were wide open, and some officials on duty in the palace entered the palace one after another by carriage, while their subordinates hid in the hidden compartments under the carriages. These subordinates, dressed in black, secretly crawled out of the hidden compartments the moment the carriages entered the palace, and scattered in all directions with hand signals.

Yan Changyun was wearing an ill-fitting suit of armor, sitting on the edge of the city wall, looking down at the commotion below.

The tall man next to him, wearing the same armor, couldn't help but complain to Yan Changyun:

"They're so audacious, barging in so blatantly. Are they afraid the dungeon mini-boss won't notice them? Which guild is this? Should we go down and give them a big scare?"

"No need. Our group of soldiers will be on night patrol later. You'll come with me then."

The tall man nodded and broke off a piece of the white cake in his hand, giving him one:

"I can tell you're quick-witted at a glance. This pancake is something I brought in using a prop. I stole flour from the last dungeon and made it myself at home. Try it."

Yan Changyun didn't refuse and took it, taking two bites.

This tall guy is named Yin Hu, and he's also a player. At the beginning of the dungeon, the two of them helped each other climb out of the mass grave.

Even players who are willing to do mutual benefit are rare in the dungeon world; he'll help if he can.

After studying the message sent by the boss for a while, Yan Changyun had already matched up the identities of the members of the major guilds who were carrying out assassination missions.

The longer the night, the more likely things will go wrong. He plans to kill a few people tonight to liven things up.

Although he had only cleared four dungeons and didn't have enough experience yet, the boss had just told him that props had been set up in each palace.

Even if he doesn't believe in his own abilities, he definitely has 100% faith in his boss's financial power.

With a gesture, Yan Changyun led Yin Hu down the steps beside the city wall in quick succession.

Members of the major guilds have already occupied larger palaces, while other scattered players are divided into small individual rooms such as toilets and stables.

Those who can enter the S+ level high-difficulty dungeon of the Great Yong Dynasty are all advanced players. Everyone is very efficient, and a few people are even making the most of their time to sneak into the palace where the princess lives.

A series of shrill screams reached everyone's ears. Few people successfully obtained the strategy points; the vast majority died in the Yonghua Palace where the princess resided.

Before completing his patrol mission to inspect the palace, Yan Changyun glanced at the comments in the dungeon's public live stream on his bracelet.

A small portion of the people were discussing Mr. Fang's extravagant wealth, while the majority were gamblers who had placed numerous bets.

[Breaking news! The gambling pool has accumulated to 80 million ghost money!]

[Are you guys really that rich? You guys usually fight in the street over a few cents' worth of food, racking your brains to bring food into dungeons, and now you can rake in 80 million in a single entertainment game??]

You don't understand, this one is truly different.

[+1, there are at least 500 players in this instance whose names are on the player leaderboard. Do you think they're here for assassination or are they high-paid bodyguards?]

[This is obvious. The bodyguard is 99% likely number 062. Among this group, his escort services are the most famous. My brother Fang always chooses the most expensive.]

[I'm different; I bet on the one with the highest odds and am waiting to open the blind box.]

[Highest odds? You mean that pretty boy who looks like a middle school student? He looks so cute and probably isn't even 168cm tall. No wonder the odds are high. Do you believe Brother Fang and hire him as a bodyguard, or do you believe I'm Qin Shi Huang?]

[Hahaha, so funny, you like to waste money, huh?]

[Wait, stop talking, they've started fighting!]

As Yin Hu kicked open the palace door, Yan Changyun saw the situation inside—six or seven skilled members of the Longyuan Guild were discussing the distribution of a blue-quality item.

After working for the boss for a few days, Yan Changyun now looked at the blue prop as if it were trash.

Never mind all that, just kill them first.

He stretched out his right hand in front of the statue inside the hall, and in an instant, a long spear emitting golden light appeared in his hand.

The members of the Dragon Abyss Guild in the hall all looked shocked.

This spear is a rare, god-tier weapon, four levels higher in quality than the blue item they treasure like the apple of their eye.

Even if it were sold on the secondhand market, this gun would be worth at least 100,000 yuan in ghost money, which is equivalent to several decades' worth of their wages.

This is insane! How can there be such an overpowered hidden item in a dungeon?!

When did the authorities become so generous?

Without giving anyone else any time to react, Yan Changyun flicked his spear tip, his eyes like those of a butcher who didn't care about human life or bloodshed, and cleaved the Dragon Abyss Guild leader in two from top to bottom.

The power of the god-level weapon left the opponent with almost no ability to fight back. Players within a meter of the spear tip were as if they had been frozen in place, and the battle quickly turned into a one-sided affair.

Large spurts of blood gushed out, spraying onto his doll-like, delicate face.

The guild leader of Longyuan Guild died with his eyes open, unable to believe that he would ultimately die at the hands of a complete stranger.

At the same time, a torrential downpour began outside the palace, accompanied by thunderclaps that echoed with the movement of the spear.

Yan Changyun confirmed that even the most powerful god-level items wouldn't come with thunderstorm effects.

These natural effects that automatically follow weapon movements require a separate purchase. Most people feel that the effects are too flashy and impractical, and are almost useless in actual combat except for blinding the opponent. Moreover, the price is often hundreds or thousands of dollars.

...But it seems that not everyone finds it too expensive.

After all, the boss bought it.

I envy this kind of lifestyle where you never care about the cost-effectiveness when buying things.

As the spear pierced through the other man's stomach, torrential rain began to seep into the hall, with continuous raindrops rolling down his jawline.

Halfway through the fight, Yan Changyun finally realized that the special effect couldn't even blind the opponent; it was purely for creating an atmosphere.

The effect looks a bit like the "damp rain" special effect sold in third-party stores that costs more than 2,000 yuan... More than 2,000 yuan, just to make this fight look more entertaining.

He admitted that the boss had indeed succeeded. With thunder and torrential rain, and a god-level weapon gleaming with golden light in his hand, even he, the person involved, felt incredibly cool, let alone the viewers in the live stream.

With the tip of his spear thrust downwards into the neck of the last man opposite him, Yan Changyun tilted his head back and immersed himself in the heavy rain.

If he weren't worried about wasting the boss's huge investment in special effects, he really wanted to check what the comments were saying right now.