Zhao Tiancheng shook his head awkwardly, "This is three years old. I'm just preparing to integrate it. I didn't check the previous two years."

"Alright, stop talking. Prepare ten large notebooks for me, and I'll help you organize them. Use this method from now on; even if you only receive money once a month, it will be clear at a glance."

"Okay, there's a notebook in the drawer, it's just a blank sheet of paper."

"Okay, I'll use white paper instead. Alright, you can go ahead and get busy. Just have someone bring me lunch."

Zhao Tiancheng smiled gently, "Okay, then I'll get back to work."

"Go on, don't let anyone bother me." Zhang Hongmei waved her hand.

I looked through them one by one; one table per year, which saves a lot of trouble. Even the account books for the three textile factories were separated.

Let's start this year. Clear some space on the table, lie down on it, find a blank notebook, find the first ledger, put the abacus aside, and start working.

After the first book of excerpts was completed, the data was also obtained. The numbers were written on the existing ledger, and then the second book was created.

When Zhao Tiancheng came to deliver lunch at noon, Zhang Hongmei had already made six accounts, which was six months' worth, so one account per year would be enough.

However, the general ledger cannot be done until all three years have been completed.

"Hongmei, it's time to eat. It's just a little simple."

"It's alright, as long as I'm full. Besides, I really don't eat bread. A boiled egg and a glass of milk are enough. I'll make up for it when I get home tonight. Uncle Zhao, have you eaten?"

"have eaten."

"I've already prepared six months' worth of accounts for this year. Take a look, and I've also marked the totals for each month on the old accounts. Do you have a clear idea now? Does it match your expectations?"

"So fast?" Zhao Tiancheng exclaimed incredulously, then quickly walked to the table, picked up the account book made by Zhang Hongmei, and burst into laughter after reading it.

"Hongmei, that's great! This is much clearer. I'll keep track of the accounts this way from now on. It's close to the amount I have in mind."

"Actually, you should hire a chief accountant for your three factories; that would save you a lot of trouble."

"I haven't found the right person yet."

"It's best to stick to the old rules from where you're from: one person pays the money, and the accountant pays the money. That's much safer."

"Hehe, I've thought about it, but we're still hiring."

"Okay, you go ahead and get busy. I'll continue. I have to finish this year's accounts today. I'll take them all home tonight; I should be able to finish all the ledgers by tonight."

"Are you busy? If you are, go ahead and do what you need to do. I'll follow your approach."

"It's nothing, I just feel like I need to finish it quickly and get it over with."

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I'll go check on the seven of them."

When Zhao Tiancheng arrived at the warehouse, the seven young men were sitting on one side eating. It was all bread, eggs, and milk, which was actually a very good meal.

When the seven people saw Zhao Tiancheng coming over, they all stood up to greet him.

"Hehe, are you all working hard?"

"Hehe, a little. I haven't done any work in a long time, and I really feel very tired," Han Guangtai said to Zhao Tiancheng with a smile.

"Hehe, don't overexert yourselves. Just do what you can, but don't overwork yourselves. Is there enough for lunch?"

"Enough to eat, enough to eat." Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Okay, you guys take a break. I still have work to do. How about going home for dinner tonight? There's a bus that goes there."

Everyone nodded in agreement before Zhao Tiancheng left.

The computer parts arrived at nine o'clock in the morning. They arrived just in time. They arrived while Zeng Zhongkang was still feeling restless.

"Zeng Zhongkang, hurry up and assemble the computer, stop spinning around. With Mr. Zhao here, what could possibly happen? Besides, they're always at the textile factory, they don't go out. Don't worry." Cheng Guangxu was completely bewildered by Zeng Zhongkang's spinning around.

The two of them dragged Zeng Zhongkang along, and Wang Xinyi even had to keep track of the time.

The three girls in the kitchen were making steamed buns. They had just gone to the market with Shen Yunfang to buy meat. After looking around, they found that beef was the cheapest of the three types of meat, so they bought two jin (1 kg), ten jin (5 kg) of flour, and a few onions. Last night, Wang Xinyi had Shen Yunfang help them rise the dough. So they could start making the buns right away.

Dong Yuping started making the dough again, this time using yeast, which Shen Yunfang had taught them.

Once the steamed buns were cooked, they were placed in a tin bucket and wrapped in an old cotton quilt. They used Zhang Hongmei's bicycle and set off promptly at eleven o'clock.

After they left, Shen Yunfang pursed her lips. They were really inconsiderate. They used homemade oil, seasonings, and noodles. They didn't even think to leave a few for Wang Xinyi after cooking.

The three of them arrived at the mall entrance, looking troubled. They had no idea how to sell them. The price was 50 cents each, or three for a dollar. But no one opened their mouths to call out their wares.

Finally, Dong Yuping took out a steamed bun, broke it open, and put it in a bowl, so that the aroma could waft out.

Foreigners are actually quite tempted by this flavor, and soon someone asked about it. The two people kept their heads down and didn't say anything, which made Dong Yuping so angry that she wanted to turn around and leave.

There was no other way but to do it myself. I started speaking haltingly, but as I spoke, I gradually got into the flow.

The first person bought three, and because there were no plastic bags, they ate them by hand.

This attracted even more people; some bought three, others six, and in no time, the whole bucket of buns was sold out.

Dong Yuping ignored the two people who had been standing behind her without saying a word or offering a helping hand, packed the bucket, and pushed her bicycle away.

The two were still very dissatisfied with Dong Yuping, who left in anger. They were both shy and embarrassed, but she had become so arrogant.

There was nothing they could do but follow Dong Yuping at a distance, not stopping even when they passed the vegetable market.

"Dong Yuping, didn't we agree that if it sells out quickly, we'd make another pot? Aren't we going to buy some meat?"

"You two can go by yourselves. I'm quitting. I'm not doing this anymore."

"Dong Yuping, you've gone too far. So what if you sell steamed buns? I was just too embarrassed to ask for them," Jiang Mingyan said, her face darkening as she scolded her unhappily.

"You guys are so thin-skinned? You're embarrassed? Fine, I can't explain it to you. I'm quitting. Tomorrow I'll go with them to the textile factory to do manual labor." After saying that, he pushed the cart and continued walking forward.

Wang Minxia tugged at Jiang Mingyan, "How about we do it ourselves?"

"But who will sell it? I definitely won't do it."

"Then forget it." Wang Minxia also left, leaving Jiang Mingyan watching their retreating figures, stomping her feet in anger.

Dong Yuping went straight back to Zhang Hongmei's house, parked her bicycle, took the quilt off and put it in the storeroom on the side, where she had just taken it. Then she carried the bucket into the kitchen.