Chapter 635 – Two Imperial Designs Separated by One Thousand Years (1/2)

Chapter 635 – Two Imperial Designs Separated by One Thousand Years

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

With each line spoken by the three chief stewards, the corresponding place on the map lit up. Each point of light had a different level of brightness.

Tang Thirty-Six stood in a corner and listened, his expression growing increasingly solemn. He did not understand the numbers being reported, but he could sense the atmosphere.

The Tang Second Master gazed at those points of light as they gradually appeared on the map. He did not seem at all nervous, nor did he grow more relaxed with the passage of time.

To him, this seemed to be a very ordinary job.

After some time had passed, the three chief stewards finally concluded their report. The Tang Second Master gazed at the map and slightly creased his brow, somewhat dissatisfied. ”Progress is still rather slow.”

The clacking of abacus beads continuously rose up from outside the room. The simultaneous clacking of several hundred abacuses mixed together was truly not a very good sound.

A chief steward replied, ”In this year of preparation, we were only able to obtain some rough estimates. The true calculations only began tonight. It's truly difficult to be any faster.”

The Tang Second Master gazed out of the room at those accountants all immersed in their work, continuously moving the beads on their abacuses, and said, ”Only one hour is left at most.”

The chief steward replied, ”I'll keep my eye on them.”

”Just keeping an eye on them isn't enough.” The Tang Second Master stared into the chief steward's eyes and ordered, ”All of you also go. Also, give me an abacus.”

An abacus and a large pile of files were promptly brought into the room.

The Tang Second Master paid no attention to Tang Thirty-Six in the corner. His right hand flipped through files while his left hand maneuvered the beads of the abacus. At intervals, he would momentarily pause to write a number on a file.

Compared to the accountants outside the room, his speed was not particularly fast, but every action of his was particularly clear. The speed at which his right hand flipped the pages and his left hand calculated united almost perfectly together under some incomprehensible tempo. Very quickly, he completed the calculations on the small mountain of files.

A subordinate brought in another pile of files.

These files were quickly calculated as well.

Only then did the Tang Second Master finally have a moment to rest. He took up from the table the teapot that had long since grown cold and slowly drank from it.

After completing such a vast number of calculations in such a short amount of time, he had turned somewhat blue. He had consumed far too much of his spiritual sense.

”If Xu Yourong were here calculating with her Fated Star Plate, she would probably be twice as fast as me.”

The Tang Second Master tiredly put down the teapot and said, ”But if Wang Po were still an accountant of our clan, there would be no need for me to go through such hardships.”

At this moment, only he and Tang Thirty-Six were in the room, so he was naturally speaking to Tang Thirty-Six.

”Our clan does business, and when doing business, you can't take a loss. When Father let Wang Po leave Wenshui, this business took far too great a loss.”

Tang Thirty-Six knew that his second uncle was warning him that he should not drag down the family business for the sake of Chen Changsheng and the Orthodox Academy.

”Didn't Wang Po leave Wenshui because Second Uncle was narrow-minded and didn't like the look of him, so thought of every way to force him out?”

He said mockingly to the Tang Second Master.

The Tang Second Master calmly gazed back at him, saying, ”Shut your mouth. I still have many things to do today, and I'm in no mood to play these childish games with you.”

The results calculated by the several hundred accountants were constantly being gathered in this small room and then organized into the simplest of sentences.

Just the two matters of whether each location in the capital could be confirmed or not, and the level of strength.

More and more lights appeared on the map hanging from the wall, gradually forming into lines, ultimately transforming into a mysterious design.

Standing in the corner, Tang Thirty-Six saw this design and faintly recalled that when he was very young and being told stories from long ago by the Old Master while sitting on his knees, a matter related to this had been spoken of…

But just what was it?

Finally, all the calculations were concluded, and that annoying sound of abacus beads clacking against each other finally ceased. All that could be heard was the panting accountants, extremely exhausted and moaning from their aching arms. Tang Thirty-Six even saw two accountants who had used up too much of their energy and had fallen unconscious.

The Tang Second Master walked up once more to the stone wall, examining the design on the map. Perking his brows, he extended a hand and took an item out from his sleeve.

Countless rays of light shot out from this item and fell upon the map of the capital, similarly forming a design.