The next day, Manager Yang still did not come to the accounting room. His father also said that he was missing and the matter was a bit serious. Qian Daguan immediately reported the matter to the third master. Zhang Ruofeng immediately led a dozen people to the accounting room to check it, and questioned his subordinates one by one. In the end, he took away all the accounts handled by Manager Yang, including the bulk money and property expenses account.

Zhang Huan sat aside and sneered and let him do whatever he wanted. Zhang Ruofeng seemed to have not seen him, and he always had a gloomy face and refused to say a word to him. It was not until Zhang Ruofeng left that Zhang Huan smiled faintly at Mr. Qian and said, "After lunch, let's go to Yang's house together and take a look at his old father."

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"How long have Lao Qian and Manager Yang been working with him?" Zhang Huan asked Mr. Qian casually in the carriage.

"It's been ten years!" Manager Qian sighed softly, "Although we don't have a good relationship, I still hope that nothing will happen to him?"

"Did Lao Qian think something happened to him?"

Zhang Huan smiled and said, "I saw the bulk money and property expense account yesterday that was recorded very hasty, and General Manager Qian also let it go. If something really happens, General Manager Qian is not afraid of taking responsibility?"

Manager Qian was shocked all over. He immediately calmed down and laughed dryly, "Don't scare me, I have always been cautious in doing things, so how could I take responsibility?"

"This is not necessarily the case. Manager Qian is responsible for the general account. If Manager Yang's account is really problematic and others are missing, would you take responsibility?"

Mr. Qian's eyes were a little flustered. He looked outside worriedly. After a long time, he answered without any reason and falsely: "He has always been like this. He never changes his teachings. I don't bother with him too much. Anyway, the expenses of more than 100 trump cards have to be taken from the cabinet shop. Without the signature of the third master, the cabinet shop would not be able to pay."

"Cofferhouse?" Zhang Huan suddenly had a little clarity. He asked without saying a word: "Oh! I don't understand this, what's the use of the underground money storage trough under the account?"

Manager Qian's face had returned to its naturalness. He smiled and explained to Zhang Huan: "Shibalang didn't look at the income account, so he naturally didn't know that our Zhang family's industries are all over the country, and the annual income is hundreds of thousands of jin, which always weighs more than six kilograms. How can we put this underground storage trough of millions of kilograms? So on the one hand, we exchange the money into gold and silver, and on the other hand, we deposit the money in various cabinets, such as Wang Baoji in the capital, Baiyexing in Taiyuan, and Jingdeji in Guangling, all of which are our savings."

At this time, the carriage had arrived near Nanshi. Manager Qian pulled the curtain beside him and continued while looking out, "So the underground money storage warehouse under the account room mainly contains gold, silver and treasures, as well as important documents such as field deeds, body deeds, family genealogy, etc., which are only allowed to be opened once a year, and two keys are required to unlock the lock. One is at the third master and the other is at the Baiyexing Cabinet. Every time the warehouse is opened, it is very strict to collect the property account. I will keep the sporadic expenses on weekdays, and there are usually several thousand guan of money in the account room. If it is not enough, go to the Cabinet to withdraw. Look, it is there!"

Zhang Huan looked over his finger and saw a huge building by the river. The walls were made of all the same color of bluestone. They were tall and strong. The eaves of the roofs could be seen from above the wall. Zhang Huan nodded gently. He knew about the world.

"This is the headquarters of Baiyexing. There are more than a dozen branches across the country. The tickets issued by it are available for use in all branches and are very convenient. Therefore, our Zhang family's expenses of more than ten thousand yuan will be collected from it. Of course, we are its biggest customers."

Speaking of this, General Manager Qian took out a letter from his arms and smiled and said, "We will go to the cabinet shop later and leave your signature. From now on, our Zhang family's expenses of more than 100 yuan will only look at your signature."

Zhang Huan pondered for a moment and asked again: "In this way, all the bulk money and material expenses should be filled with the third master's approval stubs here in the cabinet shop, right?"

Mr. Qian glanced at him, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, and he laughed: "Of course!"

But his slight pride could not escape Zhang Huan's keen gaze. He chuckled softly and stopped talking.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of the gate of Baiyexing, saying that it was the gate, but it was actually smaller than the door of an ordinary family. It only allowed two people to walk in side by side. The gate was made of pig iron, with a vermilion color. A bronze medal of one foot square was hung next to the door, and three seal scripts were engraved with "Baiyexing". If Manager Qian had not reminded him, Zhang Huan could hardly imagine that this would be the third largest cabinet in the country - Baiyexing. For so many years, the students of their academy had always thought that this was just an ordinary branch. It seemed that the owner of this store knew the truth of keeping the clumsy and hiding wealth.

As soon as the two walked up the steps, they immediately greeted a middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper. They bowed and laughed from afar, "What wind has blown the Qiandao Manager? A rare guest!"

"Haha! You're polite, I have something big today, so I specially brought our sixth master's son to recognize the door."

Manager Qian smiled and turned around and introduced to Zhang Huan: "This is the owner of Tan Erdongzhu of Baiyexing and the shopkeeper of Baiyefang."

When Lord Tan heard that he was from the Zhang family, he couldn't help but look at him up and down. He had seen several legitimate sons of the Zhang family, but it was the first time he saw Zhang Huan. He couldn't help but confirm with General Manager Qian in surprise: "Are you talking about his sixth master's son?"

Zhang Huan took a step forward and nodded with a smile, "Zhang Huan, starting yesterday, will temporarily take charge of the third master's income and expenditure for half a year."

Tan Dongzhu was even more shocked. The sixth master had only one legitimate son. He had seen him. This means that Zhang Huan, who was in charge of the Zhang family's finances, was actually born in a villain. This news is unusual!

Thinking of this, he looked awe-in-law and hurriedly stepped forward to salute Zhang Huanshen and said, "Young Master Zhang is very honored to be able to visit our store the next day you take office. You are the one who calls me Tan Er in the future."

After saying that, he hurriedly called his subordinates to open Xiling Pavilion to entertain guests and led the two into Jifang. Jifang is the prototype of the current bank. Its main function is to save money for customers and collect commissions. With the development of business in the Tang Dynasty, especially after the Anshi Rebellion, Jifang also began to lend money to merchants. Many large consortiums with background and strength have entered this huge profit industry. Among them, Wang Baoji, Taiyuan Baiyexing, Guangling Jingdeji, and Chengdu Quanyexing are the most famous. Wang Baoji has the background of the Pei family, the second largest aristocratic family, and Guangling Jingdeji is attached to the sixth largest aristocratic family. Naturally, the backend of Taiyuan Baiyefang is the Zhang family.

Although it is an industry full of copper smell, the layout of all industries is fresh and elegant. The buildings are hidden among lush trees, and rockery fish ponds can be seen everywhere.

The two walked into a small elegant building, which was Xiling Pavilion. Although it was used to receive guests, it was not as brilliant as Zhang Huan imagined by the golden wall. On the contrary, it was arranged quite elegantly, with only a large couch, and a few calligraphy and paintings hung on the snow-white wall. It was actually from the hands of the Li family today. There was no copper furnace burning incense. Outside the window, a yellow century-old osmanthus was blooming in full bloom, and the room was filled with the rich fragrance of osmanthus.

Seeing Zhang Huan's eyes a little confused, General Manager Qian smiled and explained, "When the emperor was still the King of Nanyang, he lived in this room for two days. The decorations are the same as those in the past, so ordinary people are not allowed to enter. I have been dealing with Baiyexing for more than ten years. This is the second time I have to enter. The first time I have benefited from the master's glory."

"So that's it. Although all industries are secular industries, they are full of plum styles, which are respectable and admirable!" Zhang Huan laughed loudly and strode into the room with his hands.

Master Tan followed closely behind, and he lowered his head and smiled, "Young Master Zhang praised it. Xiling Pavilion is the only thing that Baiyexing can do. Please sit down!"

The three of them sat down, and then three beautiful maids in white long skirts came in to pour tea for them. The veil was thin and the beautiful bodies were vaguely visible. They each followed one of them, knelt behind them, and raised their simple hands and knocked on their shoulders.

Zhang Huan grew up so old and lived a life like an ascetic. This was the first time he encountered such a luxurious treatment. A faint fragrance of a female body lingered around him.

Zhang Huan turned around and smiled slightly, pointed to the back of his neck, and the maid's pretty face smeared a red glow, and gently pinched his thick neck with her soft and boneless jade hands.

Seeing this, an undetectable smile flashed in his eyes. After a few more greetings, Zhang Huan winked at Manager Qian. Manager Qian knew it and took out the letter from his arms of the monk Zhang Ruohao and put it on several cases to Master Tan Dong. "This is the letter from my master to Baiyefang. I came here today to handle the signature."

Master Tan opened the letter and hurriedly browsed it, then carefully put it away, and whispered to the maid behind him: "Ask Deacon Qin to bring the jade box from the Zhang family!"

After a moment, a thin middle-aged man walked in quickly with a jade box. Tan Dongzhu took it and placed it carefully on the table. The jade box was only half the size of a book, and there was only a cardboard card inside, with Zhang Ruofeng's signature on it.

He ordered the maid to serve Bimo, and took out another blank card, pushed it to Zhang Huan and smiled, "Please leave your signature on the card."

Zhang Huan nodded, turned around and waved his hand, ordered the maid to pause. He focused slightly and left his name on the card.

Master Tan took it and carefully blew the ink on it dry. He praised: "If the words are flowing between the lines, there is no sluggishness. It is indeed a good word."

At this time, the Manager Qian next to him smiled flatteringly: "My young master is among the top three in Jinyang Academy, and his name is of course very good!"

After pausing, he pointed to Deacon Qin next to him, turned around and bowed to Zhang Huan and said, "I have to explain some things to Master Tan. You might as well take a break here. If you want to see what accounts of the Zhang family are, please ask Deacon Qin."

After saying that, he nodded to Master Tan. Master Tan understood and winked at the maid behind Zhang Huan, and immediately got up and went with him.

Zhang Huan looked at the back of Manager Qian and sneered gently. As expected, this is the real intention of Manager Qian to bring him to the cabinet. When something happened to Manager Yang, he wanted to use his own hand to reveal the 400,000 yuan incident. However, Zhang Huan still couldn't figure it out. If this was exposed, Manager Qian would definitely not be able to escape his guilt. So why did he still have to make himself determined to fulfill his feelings?

It seems that these 400,000-month events are by no means that simple.

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Chapter completed!