This allowed Admiral Miles to have only worked for half a year, but he had already pocketed the money for the rest of the year.
He took this sum, and Lance might now be calling him to demand he cough up half of it.
So, he brought out another sum for Diaz.
Of course, he explained everything clearly.
"Admiral Miles is Admiral Miles. While he was working here, he took good care of our business, so each year's budget goes directly to him."
"No one expected things to develop to this point, so consider this money a keepsake from me for his departure from Golden Port City."
"As for you, General Diaz, here, you will receive everything you deserve, not a penny less, even if I have to pay you out of my own pocket."
"That's the rule!"
General Diaz rubbed his forehead with his hand, "Rule," he repeated the word with emphasis like Lance.
Honestly, the previous Golden Battleship, and the two piles of money on the table, seemed to be three or four hundred thousand.
