The Senior Brother looked up and saw Qian Duoduo, beckoning, "Junior Brother, come here quickly."
Qian Duoduo stepped forward and asked Huang Guiren, "What's wrong?"
"Yesterday, I distributed the interest income to him, and he—" The Great Master's expression was helpless, and he rolled his eyes.
Huang Guiren grabbed the Senior Brother's chubby hand and pleaded, "Senior Brother, you can't do this, you can't do this!"
Seeing his pitiful appearance, Qian Duoduo thought, "Is this an internal quarrel over uneven distribution of profits?"
The Senior Brother pried open Huang Guiren's fingers. "He said I distributed too much to him, and he wants to return it to me and distribute it to everyone."
Qian Duoduo felt a sense of relief: "It's good that they didn't quarrel."
"If it's a lot, it's a lot. Just take it." Qian Duoduo glared at Huang Guiren, thinking that he had been startled by him early in the morning.
"It's too much, I can't spend it all." Huang Guiren continued to look troubled.
"Then Cultivate, earn more Spiritual Qi, upgrade well, enter the Outer Sect, and then the Inner Sect." Qian Duoduo couldn't help but laugh. There was actually someone who thought they had too much money.
"I won't upgrade, and I won't enter the Outer Sect. I'll just stay here with Junior Brother."
Regardless of whether Huang Guiren was telling the truth, Qian Duoduo and his Senior Brothers all laughed.
"Oh no, someone's at the Gold Vault, knocking on the door!" Lei Jiashu exclaimed.
The Senior Brothers immediately moved as if they had Flying Swords under their feet, running forward with renewed vigor.
"It seems like another day of talking until our mouths are raw and running until our legs break," Qian Duoduo thought.
However, Qian Duoduo was wrong.
The days of talking until their mouths were raw and running until their legs broke were not just one day, nor ten days, but a whole month.
There were simply too many Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters coming to deposit and borrow money. Because of the issue of who to serve first and who to serve later, arguments often broke out.
If it weren't for the strict sect rules prohibiting private duels, they would have started fighting over queuing.
Even so, Qian Duoduo and the others were constantly on edge.
They couldn't afford to offend any Senior Brother or Senior Sister. If trouble truly arose, Elder Bi would come to talk to them again.
After much thought, Qian Duoduo and the others adopted the method used in the training grounds: they issued number tags to everyone, notified them an hour in advance, and had them come to the Gold Vault in order.
This prevented people from crowding together and also saved the Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters' time.
To prevent people from taking number tags and then not coming to the Gold Vault, they came up with another idea: those who came with a number tag could draw a prize. The prize money ranged from one gold coin to one hundred gold coins.
Issuing and calling out the number tags was handled perfectly by Huang Guiren.
Each number, each name, was called out by his magpie-like mouth, sounding as pleasant as a song.
From then on, the money-lending business became busy yet orderly. The schedule was packed every day, but there were no quarrels or friction.
They served about a thousand people a day, with over ten million in deposits and loans.
With motivation ahead and pressure behind, the Senior Brothers made rapid progress.
Lei Jiashu had already become the second Formation master. Qian Duoduo and the other Senior Brothers had also memorized more than half of them.
Cleaning the Gold Vault, which used to require eight or nine people, now only needed two or three.
"Senior Brothers, all the numbers for today have been called out. We can finish work now." Huang Guiren's head poked in from outside the door.
Just then, a sarcastic voice sounded.
"Oh, what's this? You're finishing work as soon as I arrive? Are you looking down on Inner Sect Disciples or what?"
Hearing this voice, Qian Duoduo immediately felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Jin Buque had arrived, the jackal was out of seclusion!
A handsome face, draped in an orange robe, holding Huang Guiren's ear, slowly walked in.
Huang Guiren didn't know what was happening and was dragged into the main hall, his mouth twisted and eyes askew.
Casually throwing Huang Guiren heavily to the ground, Jin Buque closed his eyes and shouted, "Where's my little prodigy of a Junior Brother? Come see me quickly."
Qian Duoduo took several deep breaths and walked out from behind the counter.
Huang Guiren didn't get up from the ground; it seemed he had been knocked out.
Wang Dahei also walked up to Jin Buque, bowing and greeting, "Greetings, Senior Brother."
Jin Buque stretched out his left hand, sweeping him aside, and two cold glints shot towards Qian Duoduo.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Qi Condensation Level 3 already? You've risen so fast! It's true that good people don't live long, while scourges live for a thousand years. I can't believe you didn't die in the Jail. Now you really look like you're in paradise, you even seem to have gotten fatter."
Jin Buque circled Qian Duoduo twice like he was looking at a rare object, then reached out and pinched Qian Duoduo's face hard twice.
A sharp pain shot through his cheek. Qian Duoduo stared at him, telling himself not to shed a single tear, no matter how much it hurt.
"You've grown a temper." Jin Buque suddenly delivered a hard slap, making Qian Duoduo dizzy and sending him sprawling onto the ground.
"This is punishment, according to sect rules, for disrespecting a Senior Brother." Jin Buque said softly to Qian Duoduo's eight Senior Brothers, surveying the Gold Vault hall and simultaneously releasing his Ninth Level of Qi Condensation Spiritual Pressure.
Even if there were eight more Qi Condensation Level 3, they still couldn't defeat one Ninth Level of Qi Condensation.
"Look at how you've made the Gold Vault, it's like a pigsty, with amateurish writings pasted everywhere," Jin Buque cursed.
The calligraphy on the hall walls was almost completely covered. They were all left by the Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters who had benefited from borrowing money.
Jin Buque walked forward, looked at a few pieces, and then spewed insults: "Poor people write ugly characters, and fools paste them in a pigsty."
As if by accident, his right foot stepped on Qian Duoduo's left hand, his toes twisting, forcefully grinding Qian Duoduo's fingers.
Pain drilled into his bones from his fingers, and a Killing Intent as cold as deep winter subtly enveloped Qian Duoduo.
Qian Duoduo's scalp tingled, his whole body's muscles were taut, and he gritted his teeth, enduring without a sound, but his back slowly became drenched with sweat.
Wang Dahei rushed over like a mountain, pushing Jin Buque away. "Senior Brother, what business do you have at the Gold Vault? The Gold Vault is an important place; idlers are not allowed to linger."
Qian Duoduo's body trembled, and he clutched his left hand; his palm began to bleed.
Jin Buque snorted coldly, "I've come to visit my Jin family Junior Brother, to see if he's been lazy and if his Cultivation has regressed."
"You've already seen him; you can leave now." Lei Jiashu's fingers trembled, his face ashen, as he said coldly.
"There's one more thing," Jin Buque raised his voice, "This Junior Brother of mine still owes me thirty thousand gold coins. I've come to collect the debt."
"Evidence?" Wang Dahei extended his right hand, palm upward.
Jin Buque rubbed his fingers together and produced an IOU. "Here it is. It has my Junior Brother's handprint on it. Do you want to check it?"
Wang Dahei took the IOU, glanced at it, tore it into pieces, and threw a bag of gold coins onto the ground. "This is thirty thousand gold coins. You can leave now."
Jin Buque hooked the gold coins with his toe, picked them up into his hand, weighed them, and then put them into his Storage Pouch.
"Alright. Since when did the vault keepers become rich people? Are the poor rising up in rebellion?"
Jin Buque snorted coldly again, "As soon as I came out of seclusion, I heard you were running some kind of money-lending business. Depositing money with interest, borrowing money with interest. You must have made a lot of money from this back and forth, haven't you?"
"Senior Brother, if there's nothing else, please leave." Wang Dahei's finger moved, and the Formation in the hall lit up.
A terrifying power, like a waking lion, suppressed from the soles of their feet. Jin Buque's Ninth Level of Qi Condensation Spiritual Pressure was instantly blown away like a leaf in a strong wind.
Jin Buque, being a sensible man, retreated two steps towards the main door. "Fine. I, Jin Buque, will remember this. I hope you don't take on missions at the Mission Hall."
Walking to the doorway, Jin Buque said with a smile, "I'm leaving. Don't miss me. I hope you all have good dreams tonight. Perhaps after tomorrow, you won't be able to have good dreams anymore."