Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 231 Earning Money to Support My Wife

To Winter City, the headquarters of Northland Bank.

Pantalone raised his eyebrows as he looked at the long list of bills in his hand.

"Three days, one hundred million Mora..."

The extremely precious gold vouchers issued by the Northland Bank will record every transaction. What Pantalone is holding in his hand at this moment is the expenses of Cheng Yan in the Crolia Tavern for three days.

"Tsk tsk." Pantalone handed the bill to the lady beside him, stood up and walked out of the Northland Bank.

He is from Liyue, his identity is unknown but he is very powerful. Even Her Majesty the Queen is very polite to him, and he spends money like water as if he doesn't know what Mora is...

All these characteristics reminded Pantalone that Cheng Yan was a Liyue person. Not only was he a Liyue person, but he was probably a Liyue person of extraordinary status.

Humph, no wonder he immediately showed a flattering look when he heard Morax's name.

His face turned a little colder, and Pantalone went straight to a building that belonged to Dottore and was used for him to conduct various experiments.

When he saw Dottore, he was concentrating on preparing a potion. Pantalone tapped the somewhat cold laboratory table with his finger.

Dotore didn't like being disturbed at this time, and his face showed impatience when he looked up.

"what's up."

Pantalone took the bill from the lady and waved her out, pushing the long list in front of him.

Dotore frowned, "What to do."

Pantalone spread his hands, "Cheng Yan used your gold voucher and spent 100 million Mora in three days. I want to ask you if you know about this."

Dotole paused for a moment, then spoke calmly.

"Let him spend it."

Pantalone raised his eyebrows. "At this rate, if he spends the Mora you left at the Northland Bank, it will only be enough for him to spend for a few months. You don't even limit the amount?"

Dotore waved his hand to drive him away. "He can spend as much as he wants. There is no need to limit him. I will make up for the excess."

Pantalone tilted his head slightly, "Dottore, you really opened my eyes. Is he really your true love?"

The red eyes stared at Pantarone's face, and the curve of Dottore's lips disappeared. "You have crossed the line."

"Yes, yes, Master Doctor is very wealthy. Since you said so, I will not restrict Cheng Yan's spending. I hope you can earn Mora as fast as he spends Mora. Humph, let's go."

The room became quiet again. Dotore walked up and closed the door. He did not pick up the unmixed potion and leaned against the laboratory table in a daze.

"One hundred million Mora... I encountered something I liked so much."

He had just been rude to Pantalone, but now Dotore had to think about the possibility of allowing Cheng Yan to continue to deal with Hua Mora without any worries.

He wouldn't think that Cheng Yan spent too much, he would just try to earn enough Mora for Cheng Yan to spend as he pleased.

He raised his hand and pressed a button on the table. After a moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in."

Dotore tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers, his back to the person who had arrived.

"Doctor, what do you want?"

"Call Oshway."

Oshvi was a man under him who was in charge of the sale of medicines. Usually, when Dotore made some medicines with special effects, he would ask him to prepare and sell them according to the recipe. The supply was always in short supply, and the accumulated income was a considerable amount.

Dotore had never paid attention to how much Mora these recipes earned, but now it seems that he should pay a little more attention.

Oshvi arrived quickly and received dozens of potion-making recipes from Dottore, an unprecedented number of times. Some of his chubby faces turned red with excitement.

"I will definitely live up to the trust of the Doctor. The medicine made from these prescriptions will surely be popular throughout the winter!"

Dotole waved his hand to signal him to go down. After a brief sound of footsteps, the room became quiet. Cheng Yan's smiling face appeared uncontrollably in Dotole's mind, making the corners of his lips curl up.

He liked the way Cheng Yan smiled, the more heartless the better, which meant that Cheng Yan was living well by his side. He would prove to everyone that he was the most suitable person to be by Cheng Yan's side.