Quintina had already covered her eyes. What age were they living in? Why was he still carrying around such a huge stack of paper documents? Had he never heard of something called a computer?
But when she heard that the assets had fallen by fifty percent, her eyes flew wide. "How much were the assets worth?"
Looking at the mess Tang Changsheng had inherited, she had a feeling the figure would not be small.
Even so, the number the old-fashioned accountant gave still made Quintina dizzy. He glanced at Tang Changsheng and, seeing no objection, answered honestly, "We've lost more than three billion..."
Quintina's eyes widened. The accountant certainly wasn't talking about American dollars. He meant Great Chu Gold Yuan—hard currency, with one gold yuan worth more than seven American dollars. That meant the General's Temple had lost the equivalent of more than twenty billion in this short period!
"You've lost that much, and none of you thought to do anything?" Quintina asked incredulously. Even Bonnie was stunned.
That was more money than her family's entire fortune!
"I'm only an accountant. I keep the books. Nothing else is my concern," the old-fashioned man replied solemnly.
"Then whose concern is it? A professional manager's?"
"No one's. I answer only to Mr. Tang. Every decision must follow his orders," he said with the same solemn expression.
Quintina understood now. He was rigidly old-fashioned, the sort who was absolutely devoted to his duties and would not concern himself with anything beyond them.
"Mr. Xu has served the General's Temple for more than fifty years," Tang Changsheng said mildly. He took the towering stack of documents. "I'll look through them when I get back."
Since Tang Changsheng had succeeded as Sect Leader of the General's Temple, he had received an elite education. He could