Supporting Uncle Changshun with both hands, Bai Qi said solemnly:
"The fish stall has just opened, there's a lot of trivial things, and everyone's busy. While I practice martial arts at Tongwen Hall, the calculations and bookkeeping can be entrusted to Ah Di.
The crew's pay, the sale of catches from the outings, these still require your effort, Uncle Changshun.
Let's do it this way: you handle external affairs for the fish stall, while Ah Di takes care of the accounts, and let's not fuss with the shopkeeper and long-term worker setup, to avoid becoming estranged from one another."
Uncle Changshun's dark face twitched slightly, his eyes showing an incredible look of joy:
"Me? How can this be, I still owe you money..."
Having been called around and ordered for most of his life, he had never imagined being the steward of a fish stall, with several staff under his command.
This is truly something!
Bai Qi's tone shifted to firm, as if allowing no doubt:
