Calm Down Jiang Nanchun

Su Wan, a female executive at an investment bank, died suddenly after staying up late to review a merger and acquisition case. When she opened her eyes, she became the concubine of the richest man in Jiangnan during the Kang Dynasty. Her aunt poured cold water on her, and her sisters laughed at her for being unworthy of publicity. Even the servants dared to deduct her moonlight. Her father's only gift was to let her work as an apprentice in the accounting firm of his family. Three months later, if you can't make a name for yourself, go back to the backyard and get married. Shen Qingwan smiled. In her previous life, she shorted listed companies, forcing tens of billions of market values ​​to evaporate. A group of ancient people who have never even seen double-entry bookkeeping are comparing accounts with her? The next day, she used a piece of paper to find out the mole in the accounting room who had been greedy for ten years. In the first month, she revitalized the Shen family's silk and satin shop that was on the verge of bankruptcy. In the first year, she founded the largest new bank in Jiangnan. Just when she thought she could make money safely, Pei Changjing, the prince of Dingyuan Hou, came to the door and wanted to partner with her. Shen Qingwan was calculating the abacus without raising his head: "We can cooperate, but how should we divide the shares?" Pei Changjing looked into her eyes: "What I want is not shares." She paused with her fingertips. When I looked up, I met a pair of eyes that were harder to calculate than a ledger.