The curtains in front of the door shifted, revealing a white-haired old man dressed in a rough tunic.

When the old man lifted his gaze, he was met with Chu Lian’s appraising eyes. He was slightly stunned, but immediately followed with an amiable smile.

“May this old servant ask if you’re the master of this place?”

Wenqing and Wenlan exchanged glances, both wearing identically puzzled expressions on their faces.

Wenqing walked up to him and supported him as they walked over to Chu Lian. “Old sir, this is House Jing’an’s Third Young Madam. The matriarch has already handed over this restaurant to Third Young Madam.”

The old man’s eyes immediately lit up, causing his wrinkled face to look like peels of dried tangerines.

“There’s finally hope for Guilin Restaurant! It can be saved!” The old man began to laugh and cry with joy. He used his sleeves to wipe away his tears.

Chu Lian was confused. “Old sir, may I ask your identity?”

The old man quickly calmed himself down and said, “My apologies, Third Young Madam, this old servant has been inconsiderate. I am the bookkeeper of Guilin Restaurant…”

The old man’s surname was also Wang, but he wasn’t related to Manager Wang and his family at all. However, the old man was also a servant originally from the Jing’an Estate.

Twenty years ago, the old man had been sent to Guilin Restaurant to be a bookkeeper. He had toiled away, doing enough careful and conscientious work for a lifetime. Although he should have retired back to the Jing’an Estate at such an age, when he saw how Guilin Restaurant’s business was failing in the hands of the Wang family, he couldn’t bear to just leave.

The old Count had saved Bookkeeper Wang a long time ago, when Bookkeeper Wang had been a wounded soldier. Due to his age, he hadn’t tried to look for a wife after recuperating from his injuries, so he didn’t have any relatives back at the estate. He hadn’t been able to contend against the Wang family in his circumstances either, so he could only continue to bide his time in Guilin Restaurant.

“Please wait here, Third Young Madam.” Bookkeeper Wang walked to the back of the restaurant and soon returned with a small wooden box. He held up the box with two hands and passed it to Chu Lian. “Third Young Madam, these are the accounts that this old servant has been privately keeping. Please have a look.”

It turned out that Manager Wang had stopped letting Bookkeeper Wang handle the accounts for quite some time already. The books that he handed over to the family were merely forged. Since Bookkeeper Wang couldn’t do anything about that, he had secretly made his own copies while waiting for the day that he could hand it to his masters.

Chu Lian hadn’t expected this old man to have done this. Although she knew inside that the accounts he had kept were practically useless to her now, she still received it with gratitude. The fruits of someone’s hard work, whether small or large, sweet or sour, should be received with the importance and respect they deserve.

“Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Bookkeeper.” Chu Lian sincerely thanked him.

Bookkeeper Wang smiled so widely that his eyes turned into slits. “Don’t say that, Third Young Madam, it is this old servant’s duty.”

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