C885 Upper Table

"Brother, these are the salt merchant's accounts!" Zhaoqiwu placed the stack of accounting books on his desk.

Looking at these accounts book, Zhaoqixiu stroked his forehead, and could not help but sigh. It seems that he would be busy until night, "Qiwu, you can go out first, I'll organize these."

Knowing that he did not want to be disturbed