Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 202: The Daily Grind at the Repair Hall

Bing Character Seven Courtyard, the Repair Hall.

The atmosphere today was tense, like drawn bows and unsheathed swords.

The usually orderly courtyard was now completely blocked by a group of cultivators wearing crimson Daoist robes.

The leader, with high cheekbones and upturned eyes, was a senior steward from the Vessel Hall, surnamed Zhang.

Standing beside him was a middle-aged man with a sinister look on his face, a trusted subordinate of the acting manager of the External Affairs Hall, Steward Liu.

"Wang Ming!" Steward Zhang held a thick ledger in his hand and slammed it fiercely onto the table, causing teacups to rattle. "How dare you people at the Repair Hall! The amount of 'Star Pattern Steel' and 'Red Essence Copper' you've requisitioned over the last three months exceeds what the entire External Affairs Hall used in a whole year! And where are the repaired artifacts? The accounts may balance on paper, but I suspect you've been lining your own pockets, swapping precious spiritual materials for scrap to fill the quota!"

"And this wastage rate!" Steward Zhang pointed at the ledger, spittle flying. "Three percent? You're trying to fool a ghost! Even the master forgers of the Vessel Hall wouldn't dare guarantee a three percent wastage rate, so how can a bunch of menial post holders achieve it? This is clearly fabricated accounting!"

The menial post disciples in the courtyard glared back angrily, their hands tightly gripping half-repaired formation plates. If it weren't for Old Wang holding them back firmly, they would have likely charged forward to fight already.

Old Wang, Wang Ming, this once timid, submissive, and bookkeeping-obsessed nice guy from the Accounting Office of the External Affairs Hall, now stood like a nail driven solidly into the center of the courtyard.

He wasn't angry. He even wore that same professional, somewhat fake smile on his face.But the cold glint in his eyes felt unfamiliar to those who knew him.

"Steward Zhang, one can eat recklessly, but one should not speak recklessly," Old Wang said slowly, straightening his slightly wrinkled sleeve. "You accuse us of fabricating accounts. Do you have evidence?"

"Evidence? This ledger in my hand is the evidence!" Steward Zhang sneered. "There's no explanation for such a low wastage rate other than fraud!"

"Is that so?"

Old Wang suddenly smiled. He turned and waved a hand behind him.

"Li Hou, bring out 'that thing'."

"Right away!"

massive boxes out

frowned, instinctively taking half a step

the explanation

Wang stepped forward and yanked open the lid of the

*Clatter!*

scrap, emitting a

Copper' allocated to us by the Vessel Hall last month," Old Wang's voice suddenly rose in pitch. He had somehow produced a chart in his hand and thrust it right under

But our testing showed the batch you sent us was only seventy percent pure! The remaining twenty percent

manpower to perform 'water washing' and 'purification'. We weighed, sealed, and kept samples of every single ounce of this waste! If Steward Zhang doesn't believe it, you can inspect it right now! See if this garbage wasn't forged by your Vessel

face instantly

Hall elder, who had bought a lot of inferior ore to pocket kickbacks. They thought they could fool these ignorant menial post holders in the External Affairs Hall and get away with it. Who

could speak, Old Wang opened the second

filled with broken Formation Flag

This is clearly insect-eaten rotten wood painted with a 'lightning-struck' lacquer! If this kind of thing were used in a formation, the formation would explode upon activation! Who would die then? The menial post disciples of our Repair Hall, or

Steward Zhang pointed a trembling finger at Old Wang, unable to utter a

"Third box!"

chance to catch his breath, yanking

stacks of neatly arranged

and clear, carrying throughout the entire courtyard. "Which artifact used what materials, who repaired

you just said our wastage rate is

from years immersed in a sea of data actually forced the Foundation

as scrap! It's because we optimized all those error-prone designs of yours that were prone to causing furnace

are saving the sect money! We are cleaning up the mess for

do you still

Dead silence.

A deathly stillness.