Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 168: The Foundation

The next day.

Inside the Accounting Office, the clattering of abacuses continued as usual.

Su Ming kept his head down, his fingers swiftly gliding over the ledger, appearing no different from his colleagues around him.

Yet, his powerful divine sense had already transformed into an invisible net, enveloping the entire Accounting Office.

Everyone's breathing, the force of each pen stroke, every casual snippet of conversation, all passed through the most precise sieve, forming a dynamic map of interpersonal relationships in his mind.

His gaze focused particularly on an elderly man with half-gray hair and beard sitting in the corner.

Old Wang, a veteran of the Accounting Office, was not fond of talking and spent his days solely in the company of ledgers.

A thought stirred in Su Ming's mind. While auditing a list of spirit stone expenditures for the Vessel Hall, he deliberately misaligned a decimal point by one place.

This error was extremely subtle, hidden among hundreds of data entries, enough for ninety-nine percent of people to overlook it.

A young disciple at the neighboring desk glanced over, a gloating smile curling at the corner of his mouth, before he lowered his head, pretending not to have seen anything.The others were completely immersed in their own work, indifferent.

The time it takes an incense stick to burn later, Old Wang got up to fetch water, passing by Su Ming's desk.

His footsteps paused almost imperceptibly, his gaze lingering on Su Ming's ledger for less than half a breath.

He said nothing, simply walked back with his cup of water.

A while later, Old Wang stood up again, as if to stretch his stiff back. He "inadvertently" walked behind Su Ming, bent down, and mumbled a reminder in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"For that batch of Fire Washing Stones from the Vessel Hall, the loss rate is three *li*, not three *qian*."

After saying this, he straightened up, rubbed his back, and slowly walked back to his seat as if nothing had happened.

Xuantian ring, Lin Yu's soul consciousness materialized into a faint figure

Old Wang

embarrass you, but reminded you this way. He's

Ming lightly tapped his

list, a circle was drawn

the afternoon, Su Ming left the Accounting Office under the pretext of "verifying inter-departmental

didn't go to the accounting offices of other departments but headed directly for the Basic Formation Lines Maintenance Department at the foot of Formation

place where Sun Quan had once thrown his weight

by the Enforcement Hall, the entire Maintenance Department felt somewhat

bent over, meticulously polishing a scrapped formation plate. His movements

the old menial disciple who had always been suppressed by Sun Quan and assigned

Su Ming greeted respectfully with a

flicker of unease passed through his muddled eyes, and he quickly

Brother Su, what

material inventory for the 'Bedrock Shield Formation' from last quarter," Su Ming said, handing over a file. "There are a few entries for 'Azure Aura Sand' usage that don't match the Vessel

After just one glance, he pointed at

shield formations was phased out from Heavenly Sword Peak and was severely worn. Using Azure Aura Sand according to procedure, even after repair, they wouldn't last long. Steward Sun... oh no, Sun Quan, he told us to use cheap 'Black Mountain Rock

without the

Su Ming—the accountant—nodded calmly.

you for

Yu's soul consciousness sounded again, carrying a hint of

been suppressed. Give someone like this a chance, and he'll give his all

the Maintenance Department, Su Ming took a

for was a

saw Zhang Asheng squatting in front

using a thin bamboo stick to gently loosen the hardened spiritual soil bit by bit, then carefully dripping diluted spiritual liquid, drop by

made it seem like he wasn't tending to spiritual plants, but carving a peerless work

Ming—the accountant—only watched for a moment

what do you think of this

ask?" Lin Yu's voice held a note of admiration. "Just watching him handle those nearly-dead spiritual plants tells you this kid has the patience for meticulous work! What we need most for repairing formation lines is precisely this kind of 'craftsman spirit'—someone who can sit still and focus! We want this kind of 'screw,' not those 'ambitious climbers' who dream of