Chapter 58: The Prime Minister's Mansion Is Very Poor
Sakuraxi opened the door with a plate in hand.
Gu Li glanced in response, and then his eyes returned to the account book in his hand.
She flipped through the account book page by page, and at the same time her frown became deeper and deeper.
I have watched a lot of TV, and whoever is the prime minister is not powerful, powerful... and wealthy!
But this ancient tin is so different.
What she saw in the ledger was not a huge fortune, but the resources that could only sustain a normal life.
In addition to his official salary, he only had one thousand taels of spare capital.
There are only one teahouse and one restaurant outside the property.
But what surprised her was that not only was the teahouse and restaurant not making any money, it was actually losing money!
Loss! I really don’t know what Gu Xi is doing.
Since he has the ability to become prime minister, he must have a good business acumen!
But this...
Thinking of this, Gu Li rubbed his brow.
Could it be that she, a killer, had to do all this work and also support those insignificant people?
"Miss, if you're tired, don't watch it. The housekeeper will do it anyway?" Yingxi said worriedly.
Butler? Gu Li raised his head!
So, this Gu Xi has never done any of this, but the housekeeper is doing all this!
"Who is the butler?"
"We all call him Uncle Lai. It is said that he has been here for many years. I don't know how many years exactly. But Uncle Lai is very good to us. If anything happens, we usually go to him!"
Uncle Lai! When he heard this name, the first thing Gu Li thought of was the old man who had just delivered the account book.
Humph, you may be kind on the outside, but on the inside, you may not know!
"Yingxi, light the lamp, I want to see and play with all these tonight!"
"After reading it! Miss, there are so many, how late will it take to see them!" Seeing the thick stack of notebooks on the table, Yingxi looked a little worried.
But the only response she received was the sound of turning books again.
Turning around helplessly, Yingxi took out a fire and lit a few more lights, then stood motionless behind Gu Li.
Feeling that there was someone standing behind him, Gu Li was a little uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything. He still looked at the book in his hand seriously, and at the same time, he kept calculating the accounts one by one in his mind.
Outside the door, Mu Lin stood on the tree, looking at the figure reflected in the room, with a lot of thoughts in his heart.