In the blink of an eye, the wind in the main hall had subtly shifted.
The group that had initially sided with Ji Yunhong, thinking they could use this opportunity to bring Ji Mofan down from his position as chief, now harbored resentment towards him for discovering the discrepancies in the ledgers and bringing the matter to light.
Originally, everyone was getting along well, and Ji Mofan was willing to take responsibility for everyone. Now, things have gotten out of hand, and people are starting to settle scores with everyone one by one.
No one could remember exactly how much they had secretly taken from the storeroom by taking advantage of their senior brother's easygoing nature. Now that they were being asked to pay for everything back at the original price, it was impossible for them not to panic.
Of everyone present, only Ning Weisheng breathed a sigh of relief.
As expected of the eldest brother, he managed to drag everyone into a dead end that was bound to be blamed, turning it into chaos so that no one remembered what they originally wanted to do.
Li Geyue looked at Ji Mofan with sparkling eyes.
He could no longer hear the whispers of the people present; all he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat.
"Xiao Fan, what did you mean by what you just said?"
Oh, so you can still hear other people's voices.
However, it's not a big problem. The sound can get in not because it's important, but simply because the source is nearby.
Apart from Li Geyue, everyone else's gaze turned to Shen Yun, who was speaking.
“The literal meaning,” Ji Mofan said. “Since everyone thinks I’m not managing things well, then please choose a more capable person to replace me.”
"As long as everyone is satisfied, I naturally have no objections."
"What did you say?"
"Are you going to resign from your position as chief?"
"Outrageous! How could you be so reckless!"
"The Chief was appointed with the old Sect Master's approval; he personally bestowed the title. If there's a change, wouldn't we have to ask the old Sect Master to come out of seclusion again...?"
"Xiao Fan, take back what you said." Shen Yun said in a serious tone, "As the chief disciple of Yun Cang Sword Sect, you cannot be so willful."
"When did I say I was resigning from the chief position?" Ji Mofan tilted his head, looking at everyone present with amusement. "I just said that I would no longer be in charge of the warehouse's accounts."
“I did not make any mistakes with the accounts, and I have responded to all the questions raised by everyone, so it is not my problem. Why should I resign to take responsibility?”
“If you all don’t like my style of doing things, then please choose someone else.” He waved his hand, looking quite weary. “I think Junior Brother Ning is quite good. There’s no doubt that the ledgers will be fine if we entrust them to him.”
Ning Weisheng pointed to himself blankly.
No, did he say anything?
“Wei Sheng is already very busy with his affairs at the peak, I’m afraid…” Ji Yunhong tried to decline.
What a joke! Managing the accounts is a thankless and arduous task. Not only will you make mistakes in the calculations and statistics, but you might also offend your fellow students.
Only Jimo Fan dares to be so unrestrained and shameless, dragging everyone out into the sunlight to be exposed to the elements.
Where in the past could one find an account book that was absolutely perfect, down to the last penny?
Managing both income and expenditure, with such unparalleled advantages for embezzlement, it would be unthinkable not to reach out and steal; one would be a Buddha.
Ji Mofan had no interest in any of this. He had already thrown away this hot potato, and even if it was smashed to pieces on the ground and no one picked it up, it was none of his business.
"Chief, that's not what we meant..."
"Yes, it's just a small misunderstanding. It'll be fine once it's explained."
"The warehouse ledgers have been managed by the chief for so long; if we easily hand them over to someone else this time, I'm afraid they might not be able to manage them well..."
"That's true. It's not that we don't trust Junior Nephew Wei Sheng's abilities, but after all... right..."
Watching these people pass the buck back and forth, Ji Mofan remained calm and composed, showing no intention of saying a word.
He merely glanced lightly at Ning Weisheng, who suddenly straightened up.
"Thank you for your trust, Senior Brother. I will certainly live up to your expectations." Everyone else had been declining on his behalf for so long, but the person in question was the one who accepted first.
For a moment, everyone present fell silent, and all eyes turned to Ning Weisheng.
Ji Yunhong was so angry that his beard bristled. It seemed that if there weren't so many eyes and ears present, he would have pointed at Ning Weisheng's nose and cursed him for being nonsensical.
However, Ji Mofan was too lazy to continue watching how they handled things after that.
He stood up decisively and, under everyone's watchful eyes, slowly walked away from his seat. "Everyone should go back and do some serious calculations about how many resources you've 'forgotten' to account for over the years. I'll be waiting for you all in the warehouse tomorrow, and we'll settle the accounts together."
"I have just returned from my training and am exhausted. I apologize to everyone and must take my leave now."
Ji Mofan's blow sent shivers down the spines of the entire Yuncang Mountain.
From the highest elders to the lowest disciples, not one could remain untainted.
After all, when he said he had a good memory, it wasn't just for show; he genuinely and meticulously calculated every single spirit stone that each person owed.
Even if it's just a worthless piece of hematite, he'll meticulously write down the name of the person who took it in his ledger.
Those two days of reckoning were so intense that everyone had to say that Jimo Fan was utterly ruthless and insane.
However, some people hold different opinions.
Lin Ju'an touched the Xiaoxiang Sword at his waist and looked at the small bamboo house in the distance, where the lights were still on in the middle of the night.
The eldest brother is not a stingy person; he is very generous and unconventional.
It's just that this kind of generosity used to be without limits, but now a warning line has been drawn.
Lin Ju'an felt that he was somewhat lucky to be able to keep one foot on the edge of the warning line.
He didn't feel that Ji Mofan could be categorized into his own little circle.
If that person used to be an all-encompassing circle, now they're a spiky ball that rejects everything.
He sighed, and carrying the resources and spirit stones owed by his fellow disciples, he knocked on the door of the bamboo house.
Unfortunately, although people's impression of Ji Mofan has improved somewhat, without exception, it's still that of a fierce and menacing figure. As a result, few people want to get close to him, and they even want to delegate tasks like delivering things to others.
Lin Ju'an was probably chosen as the unlucky guy to deliver the gift because he had a brief interaction with Ji Mofan before. He had been asked to do it countless times in the past few days.
Although Lin Ju'an didn't like being used as an errand boy, the degree of his dislike depended on the circumstances.
For example, coming to Jimo Fan is a clear exception.
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