Chapter 269 Please

After Old Yan left, Wenren Yuebai pushed his wheelchair inside again. When he passed the door, he gently pushed it. Although the night wind was a little chilly, he did not close the door.

He came to Qiao Youyou's desk, thought for a moment, and then reached out to take the things she wrote and drew on the desk and began to read them by candlelight.

Soon, the wind blew in, and the candlelight in the room swayed violently. People who are sleeping tend to feel cold more easily. Qiao Youyou, who was sleeping at the desk, subconsciously shrugged her shoulders and uttered a faint uncomfortable mumbling in her sleep.

Wenren Yuebai looked at the open door, then at Qiao Youyou, hesitated for a moment, shook off the blanket covering her legs, and gently draped it over Qiao Youyou.

This blanket is specially made with a layer of herbs inside to relieve colds.

Without the blanket to keep him warm, he frowned slightly, adjusted to the slight tingling sensation in his knees, picked up a few pieces of straw paper scattered on the ground, turned his wheelchair to a slightly warmer place in the room, and began to study quietly.

There have always been people on duty at the Ministry of Revenue. After all, it is common for officials to stay overnight in the yamen.

Min Yuan came out of the office and locked the door. He saw Zhao Shengping after taking a few steps. It seemed that he was also about to go home. He didn't know if it was really a coincidence.

"Sir Min, you're coming back so late! You've really worked hard for our Ministry of Revenue and fulfilled your duties conscientiously!" When Zhao Shengping saw Min Yuan, he trotted over and diligently helped the other person carry the things in his hands.

"Shengping, are you busy so late?" Min Yuan looked at him with a smile, and the two walked out together.

Zhao Shengping naturally said that as a member of the Ministry of Revenue, he should learn from Lord Min and devote himself to the work until his death.

The two walked not far away when Zhao Shengping suddenly said "Huh" and pointed to a room with candlelight not far away from them.

"Wow, I didn't expect that Mr. Qiao didn't leave either." There was obviously a hint of gloating in his words.

Min Yuan had naturally heard about Qiao Youyou's plan to handle those dozens of account books by herself, and couldn't help but smile and shook his head, "Alas, young people are in good health and can still endure. Shengping, do you think she can really sort out so many account books by herself?"

"Tsk, I have worked in the Ministry of Finance for so many years, and I have never heard of anyone who can settle accounts in such a short time. Lord Min, you don't know, these young people nowadays are all arrogant and boastful, and dare to say anything big."

"Hey - a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Let's not be too decisive. What if they really have some magic weapon? Then they will open the eyes of us old hands."

Zhao Shengping heard that Min Yuan was obviously speaking sarcastically, and immediately sighed a few words about the arrogance of young people today.

As they were talking, they passed by Qiao Youyou's office. Zhao Shengping glanced inside and found that Wenren Yuebai was there too. He was a little surprised, but then he felt something was wrong.

"Sir Min, Mr. Qiao and Mr. Wenren are alone in a room. If other departments see this, will it affect the reputation of our Ministry of Finance?"

"That won't happen." Min Yuan also looked over there and waved his hand. "Master Wenren is the son of the Left Prime Minister. He walks and sits upright. You see the door is wide open, which shows that Master Wenren has an open heart and no one can say anything about it."

Zhao Shengping quickly agreed, and the two of them left the Ministry of Revenue one after the other.

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Qiao Youyou opened her eyes dazedly, only to find that the light in front of her was a little dazzling.

Where did the candle come from? It's so bright...

wrong!

Qiao Youyou screamed "Ah" and sat up suddenly, not noticing the blanket slipping off her body. She looked outside with wide eyes, and sure enough, it was already daybreak!

"Wenren Yuebai! Didn't I tell you to call me after an incense stick of time!!!"

Qiao Youyou stood up frantically, but where was Wenren Yuebai in the room?

This guy, didn't he care about me at all last night and went straight home?

This is so abominable. If you want to go home, at least wake her up and tell her before leaving. How can this be possible!

She still considers that guy as a friend!!!

Qiao Youyou scratched her hair in frustration. The whole night of yesterday had been wasted just like that. There was only one day left today, and there were so many account books left. There was no time to deal with them all!

Suddenly, Qiao Youyou paused and her eyes fell on the pile of account books on the table.

It was strange. She remembered that it was clearly placed on the right side. How did it move to the left side?

Has anyone moved?

She picked up the top one out of curiosity, and when she opened it, a few notes fell out. Qiao Youyou picked it up and saw some tables and Arabic numerals on it, but the handwriting was not hers.

I was stunned for a moment.

The sunlight at the door dimmed and a figure appeared. Wenren Yuebai came in in a wheelchair. The thin layer of dark blue under his eyes was somewhat obvious against his pale skin.

"Awake?" Wenren Yuebai's tone was still very calm. "It's time to roll the dice. I've already reported it for you. You don't have to go."

His face looked a little bad, and his hands were placed on his knees. When he passed by Qiao Youyou, he casually placed two fist-sized buns on the table, which were still steaming.

Then he calmly took back the blanket that had slid onto the chair behind her.

Qiao Youyou took a while to react, and held up the notes that fell from the account book, "These... weren't written by you, were they?"

Wenren Yuebai returned to his desk and sorted out the documents on it, saying:

"Well, I looked at the grids and lines you drew last night. Although I couldn't fully understand what you drew, I could roughly see that you were combining and analyzing the amounts of money and taxes, so I copied you and sorted out some of them."

Qiao Youyou:! ? ? ?

"You... can understand these kinds of numbers!?" Qiao Youyou pointed at the Arabic numerals on the note, somewhat unbelieving.

"I heard about it a few years ago and know a little bit about it. I looked at what you wrote last night and figured it out. It's not difficult to apply it."

"No, wait a minute, wait a minute..." Qiao Youyou took a deep breath and sat down, then took the account book and the note and started looking at them side by side.

After a moment, Qiao Youyou looked up at Wenren Yuebai again, as if she was looking at a monster.

"you……"

Qiao Youyou was dumbfounded, and the shock in her heart could no longer be described.

She used a modern financial mathematical model!!!

Although Wenren Yuebai definitely couldn't understand those complicated formulas and function symbols, this guy was able to observe the preliminary way to integrate the data from his own drafts and tables, and did it exactly the same way -

Is this the brain that deserves the second place?

Wenren Yuebai looked calm and composed, but he knew in his heart that if Qiao Youyou failed to complete the task today, she would definitely be made to suffer. Qiao Youyou treated him differently from others, and for this reason alone, he was willing to help her.

It's just that... seeing that she has a strong personality, if I tell her directly that I can help her, I'm afraid she won't be willing to accept it, let alone actively ask for help.

Wenren Yuebai was considering how to start the conversation. When he raised his eyes, he was suddenly struck by Qiao Youyou's bright face enlarged in front of him and was slightly startled.

"Master Wenren, no, teacher, please help me!!!"

Qiao Youyou was flexible and she put her hands together, looking at him sincerely, with three words written all over her eyes - please.