After finishing the final totals of several account books, Shen Qinglan was surprised to discover that her mental arithmetic skills had also improved significantly.
In the past, she could do some mental calculations, but not as brilliantly as now.
Besides saying it was great, she really didn't know what else to say.
"Wow, I've struck gold this time!"
After recalculating two books, Old Tang couldn't help but exclaim.
Seeing that it was about time, Shen Qinglan finally spoke, "How is the monthly salary calculated?"
She wasn't concerned about anything else, what she cared about most was money.
"Monthly salary?"
Old Tang was momentarily stunned and then realized he hadn't discussed the monthly salary with Shen Qinglan.
He quickly said, "The previous accountant got three taels of silver a month. Miss Shen, you do better work and calculate faster, I'll give you six taels of silver a month, how does that sound?"
Six taels, double what the previous accountant received.
