"There's a way!"
In the main hall, Lin Chang'an looked at the densely packed losses in the account book, the corner of his mouth twitching. The amount was not much, but it could not withstand all being piled together.
When he looked up again and saw Zhang Qing's aggrieved expression, the kid was practically about to cry from Wang Youyun's torment. It was too underhanded.
"With losses this great, it'll be hard to answer for them if they aren't made up."
Lin Chang'an also looked at Zhang Qing with a troubled expression, as though saying there was almost nothing he could do either. After all, if this mess was not cleaned up, Zhang Qing's days as a steward were nearly over.
Without that position, Zhang Qing would practically have no chance to skim some profit to get himself cultivation resources. How could that be acceptable?
"Brother Lin! You must help me!"
By now, Lin Chang'an was the only one Zhang Qing could think of who might help him. Faced with Zhang Qing's pleading, eager-eyed gaze, Lin Chang'an rubbed his brow, his face full of worry.
Zhang Qing had never expected the other man to take out his own resources to subsidize him. He only hoped there might be a good solution.
"Brother Zhang, tell me honestly. This time, did you really have anything to do with it?"
In the end, as though he had made up his mind, Lin Chang'an lowered his voice, and the two communicated through the Voice Transmission Technique.
But upon hearing this, Zhang Qing felt more wronged than Dou E, his aggrieved face turning green. "Brother Lin, I, Zhang Qing, may usually be a little greedy, but I can still tell the difference between eating every meal and stuffing myself full in one go."
Seeing Lin