In the third year of Jiayou's life, when Shen Mo opened his eyes, he found himself lying on an unfinished account book. He died and lived again. Living in Bianjing, living deep in an archive filled with ten years of old accounts.
He is a certified public accountant. The way he looks at numbers is different from everyone else in this era.
The water transport loss accounts of the three companies have been almost identical for ten consecutive years. The real loss cannot be so neat. He discovered it after turning three pages. But this is just the entrance.
From the late-night transfer of grain at Bianhe Wharf to the cracks embedded with salt grains on the fingertips of salt households in Haizhou; from the designer behind the "normal wear and tear" of Suzhou Transfer Station to the person who had been silent for fifteen years on the salt price approval file for Huangyou's fourth year - he discovered step by step that the prosperous age of the Song Dynasty was a sophisticated Ponzi structure. Behind every penny difference, there is a layer of people taking the money. The person who actually sets the price never leaves his name on the paper.
But he wanted to settle the accounts clearly on paper. Not for an account. It is so that everyone who sets prices can be questioned.
He wants to be something that has never been done before in this land - a price maker.
