In the afternoon, Zhang Yang almost tore up the ledger several times. The more he calculated, the more chaotic his mind became, and the more he looked, the more annoyed he got, finally finishing just as he left the office.
Zhou Shuren didn't look at the books but gestured to put them away, and then said, "Your Highness can leave now."
Zhang Yang turned to leave, not wanting to see Zhou Shuren, but just as he reached the door, he heard, "Zhang Jinghong's arithmetic is good, but I wonder who is better compared to Your Highness."
Zhang Yang turned his head, Zhou Shuren was still looking down, as if the words hadn't come from him, but Zhang Yang heard them clearly and pursed his lips, "Naturally, I am better."
Zhou Shuren looked up, "Is Your Highness not leaving yet?"
Zhang Yang's frustration had no outlet, and he repeated, "I will do better than Zhang Jinghong."
Zhou Shuren's smile deepened, "This humble one awaits Your Highness's proof."
