The Accountant Is Not Cold

When Lin Yuan transmigrated, a blade was already at his neck. His father was falsely accused of embezzling three thousand taels, and the account books were all fake. His fiancee's family had just come to break off the engagement, even tossing a twenty-tael note as 'compensation.' Searching the whole household, only three qian of silver remained. Everyone waited to see how this good-for-nothing would die. But he opened the account book and smiled—'This isn't embezzlement; it's money laundering.' Double-entry bookkeeping, audit trails, fund flow charts. In three days, he turned the messy accounts into solid evidence. In three years, he paved the road from the county town to the capital. Later, someone asked him: How did you win all the way? Lin Yuan flicked his abacus: 'Treating others with empathy is a Buddha's heart. But accounting—that takes brains.' — Description from novelcodex.org