Flying Catkins Valley, Qian's Wine and Rice Shop.
The night had deepened, and the blizzard outside was intensifying, but the shopkeeper of the wine and rice shop, Qian Wancheng, was still tallying accounts behind the counter.
It wasn't that he was naturally diligent, but the business of the wine and rice shop was very important, especially at the end of the year. Qian Wancheng had to report the total accounts to the higher-ups, and not even the slightest carelessness was tolerable.
This shopkeeper was well aware that many people were eyeing his position, and if any issues appeared in his accounting, it would certainly bring trouble.
After fiddling with the abacus, a satisfied expression appeared on Qian Wancheng's face.
Thanks to his "meticulous calculations," the profits submitted this year could be half a percent higher than last year.
