Seeing that the God of Wealth's attention had been diverted, Chen Wei felt thoroughly reassured.
That was exactly the effect I wanted.
What fun was there in coming to demand an accounting and arguing in a heap, compared with rolling Tangyuan together?
Chen Wei pretended to hesitate for a moment before slowly saying, "Since Xu Zhiyan was an Immortal Official of the Finance Department, didn't everything he embezzled ultimately belong to the Finance Department? Since the Finance Department lost it, and the Censorate has now recovered it, naturally, we should return it the way it came and restore it to its rightful owner!"
Listening beside him, Chen Jiugong was so impressed he could have prostrated himself in admiration.
Look at that!
What did it mean to be capable at handling official business?
This was what capability looked like!
Fresh and original, sound and reasonable-throughout the entire Heavenly Court, there was absolutely no one else like Chen Qingquan.
The God of Wealth had plainly taken his words to heart, but he still shook his head. "Qingquan, if you return it all, won't your Censorate have trouble accounting to the Great Heavenly Venerable for all the work you've done?"
"Not at all!" Chen Wei laughed and held out both hands, gesturing. "Let's dispense with all the empty frills. After making up Wuzhuang Temple's shortfall, our two offices will split all the remaining surplus thirty-seventy!"
"Seventy percent goes back to the Finance Department."
"The remaining thirty percent stays with the Censorate to be handed over to the Heavenly Treasury."
"You five seniors are all experts at managing accounts. Please check this for your junior and see whether our procedure complies with the rules."
Did the procedure Chen Wei proposed comply with the rules?
If one opened the Heavenly Court's Heavenly Laws and checked