"Principal Zheng."
Opposite Principal Zheng, Nangong Yan casually crossed his long legs, his hands loosely folded in front of his abdomen, looking very relaxed. He smiled slightly, "How many B-level Magical Beasts do you need to accommodate to warrant 70 billion?"
The principal paused, "About 20."
Nangong Yan raised an eyebrow, a glint flashed beneath his golden glasses, "20 B-level beasts aren't worth 70 billion."
"Adding 20 B-level Beastmasters, and 100 C-level Beastmasters." The principal glanced at Nangong Yan and said, "Is that sufficient then?"
As soon as the words dropped, everyone fell silent. Their gaze at the principal seemed to say, "What are you babbling here, are you crazy?"
Tang Family Head Tang Weicheng even chuckled, "Can you cultivate B-level Beastmasters?"
Qian Qi's voice exploded like a cannonball: "Damn! Old Qian! He insulted you! Can you tolerate that? Well, I can't! Quickly! Curse him back!"
