Shen Chuan has been doing quantitative research for eleven years and has managed a portfolio of 2.7 Billion. He believes in one sentence: Data will not lie, but it will remain silent.
At 3:17 in the morning, the unanalyzable anomaly in the water transportation data of the sixth year of Tiansheng sent him to the seventh year of Tiansheng in the Northern Song Dynasty. The Shen Xiaoyi he possessed was an accounting clerk in the Bianhe Gang fleet who "died in the grass on the river bank after being ill for three days" - only later did he find out that the death of this body had been recorded in the government files a month ago. He didn't take someone else's life, he stepped into a murder case. Fortunately, he has not lost his ability to eat. The down-and-out old accountant had been guarding the injustice for six years. He calculated it out in half an hour using a scatter chart: the reported losses of the thirty-seven ships were neatly laid out on the two-point line, as if they had been cut with a ruler - natural disasters do not count in proportion, but people do. But Cao Yi, the judge of the Transshipment Department who reversed the case in public, turned around and locked up only three corrupt ships: "Three of the corrupt ships were found, and the accounts of the remaining ships were clear." He cut off three fingers, saved the whole arm, and took this dangerous man who could draw pictures under his nose. Shen Chuan smiled. He's not good at anything else - he just likes accounts that others think he can't understand.
From the damage report of the water transport to the flattened ten-year grain prices, from the ghost-named grain shops to the dead people's files that were re-entered in advance, from the frontier army's account books to the plague transmission chain, he nailed the truth to the paper with diagrams, variances, and probabilities; and the walls were getting higher and higher until he pushed open the "door" between the Third Division and the inner treasure house that no one dared to touch - the person sitting behind the door was the person who could put the monogram of the supervisory eye on the stolen accounts.
