The moon is full of color.

In the office, Sun Kettle was powered by an oil lamp.

Lights shine on messy books.

Sun Kettle was very proud.

"Old Bai, your move today really made us vent our anger!

"Hahaha."

He looked at the white latte.

"No...you shouldn't really check the accounts, right?"

White Latte's eyes were really staring at the account book, looking row by line.

Sun Shuike was shocked and glanced at the account book, and saw that the strokes on the paper were messy, like a heavenly book.

Line by line, piece by piece, with text, code, and number.

They are all handwritten, and it is not easy to recognize them.

If you want calligraphy, no calligraphy.

There must be no rules.

"This... cannot be understood."

White latte frowned.

“It’s really not easy to understand.”

You need to study and understand first, and first understand the form of this account book. The good news is that in the wasteland world, there is no professional accountant, the account book will not be too complicated.

After studying for a while, the white latte understood.

“This is the date…

“This is a money-making…

"This is a debt...

"Is this...are it in the warehouse?"

It will be much easier to figure out the account book and continue to study it.

When I learned [Ballistic Mental Arithmetic] before, the mental arithmetic skills I learned came in handy.

Then the faint lights were finished reading one by one, turning one by one page. From time to time, I dug up the bills and compared them.

...

Sun Shuike was next to him and saw the white latte turning so fast.

"Oh... Old Bai loves face and pretends to be fooled in front of me.

“It’s really not necessary.”

...

While looking at the white latte, he recalled the process of the warehouse work.

After the administrative department has negotiated the transaction, it will issue "sales documents" to the transporter. The transporter will take "sales documents" to the warehouse to pick up the goods. The warehouse will issue several copies of "outbound documents" to keep for all parties.

"Will... the Administration Department sold the goods, but the money did not go to the public account, but into the private pocket?"

As a result, there is less goods in the warehouse, but the money in the public account has not increased. It seems that the goods have been stolen.

White Latte follows this idea to check the account book and bills.

Most accounts have no problems. But the white latte dares not slacken, so they can only reconcile accounts one by one and check them slowly. After all, the accounts with problems may be hidden in the vast account book.

...

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the dew is deeper and the dew is heavy, and there are a few crows crying in the distance.

The guard on duty patrol led a dog and passed through the window of the White Latte office. He saw a lonely lamp and two figures inside.

He leaned forward and hugged him.

"well?

"The White Team is really checking the accounts?"

Like everyone else, he also believed that the guardian could not understand the account book. The operation during the day was just to regain face for the guardian.

But no matter what, Team Bai's spirit of hard work also touched him slightly.

"It's worthy of being the White Team!"

He pulled the guard dog and continued patrol.

...

Time passes by little by little.

The night is particularly quiet.

In the office, there was only the "crackling" sound of oil lamps, the sound of white lattes quickly flipping the account book, and the sound of Sun Shuike snoring.

Finally done.

The white latte quickly woke up Sun's kettle.

"Old Sun, get up!

"Your saliva is going to get the account book wet!"

The white latte rubbed his sour eyes and grinned.

“This night is not in vain.

“I really found the problem.

"It's just his mother's administration, the custodian is stealing!"

Sun Shuike shook his head and woke up.

"ah?

“There is really a problem?

"Really custodians?"

Then, he looked at the table, a pile of books and a pile of bills.

"ah?!

"Old Bai, do you really know how to check the accounts?"

Bai Latte held up more than a dozen sales documents in his hand.

“These documents and those who sign them all have problems!

"Tell me the name first."

There is also a latest document.

“The goods corresponding to this document have not been shipped out of stock yet.

"Let the brothers on duty pay more attention these days.

"Once this order of goods is out of the warehouse, I will detain the transport team.

"I want someone to get the stolen goods!"

...

In the morning, the sun is shining.

The huge vineyard is full of farmers.

Some people are watering, some are loosening the soil, and some are building a bracket.

Carrying poles, carrying large groups of vines, into the warehouse in groups.

The warehouse is also shipping,

The goods nearby are transported away with a shoulder pole.

The goods in the distance are transported away by carriage.

On the small road outside the warehouse, Zhang Dabai led several guards to inspect the cargo transport team.

“Sales notes, take a look.

"Take a look at the bills out of stock."

This is a routine, every day.

But today, Zhang Dabai was a little nervous.

He kept silently reciting a sales document number in his mind.
To be continued...