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After Lin Ruhai, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, left, Zhang Tuizhi, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, stepped forward to talk to Zhao Wujiang.

Lin Ruhai and Zhao Wujiang were talking to each other just now, but he did not hide his voice. After all, the several ministers who walked with him had been officials for many years, and many things were already commonplace, and the content of the conversation could be roughly speculated.

Zhang Tuizhi smiled and asked a few colleagues to leave first. Only when he and Zhao Wujiang were left, he spoke:

"Mr. Zhao is deeply favored by the emperor, and I am envious..."

"Mr. Zhang has something to say directly." Zhao Wujiang smiled faintly. In his eyes, Zhang Tuizhi, the Minister of Revenue, was a 99% bad guy.

He would not forget to track down the medicinal materials resold by the Imperial Hospital and chased him to the dock and found the figure of the Ministry of Revenue officials.

Just like Wang Youcai, a warehouse manager, resells medicinal materials, it is impossible for him to do whatever he wants without the support of his own department.

Therefore, those who collude with the Imperial Hospital are most likely to be the Minister of Revenue in front of you.

"I have been in contact with Chen Anbang for many years. I made some mistakes when I was young, and I was known to Chen Anbang." The Minister of Revenue carefully said:

"I am worried that he has some evidence to remember..."

Zhao Wujiang nodded and said seriously:

"I believe that even if the emperor knows the mistake he made by his young ignorant, he will not blame you."

"Hey, hey, Lord Zhao, I am now a member of the Minister of Revenue and a third-rank official in the court. Some mistakes are enough to be ruined and caused a joke to my colleagues." A stiff flattering curse appeared on the Minister of Revenue:

"The world is bustling for profit, and the world is bustling for profit. Lord Zhao offers a price. If Chen Anbang really leaves evidence of framed me, you can give him to me, the price is easy to say."

"One hundred thousand taels of silver!" Zhao Wujiang's eyes were deep.

"Huh..." The Minister of Revenue couldn't help but smile, and then stared at Zhao Wujiang's cheek:

“It’s easy to say.

But if there are evidence related to other people, Lord Zhao, you should give it to me together."

Zhao Wujiang shook his head and laughed, his laughter was filled with sarcasm and anger, and he pursed his lips:

"Well, one hundred thousand taels of silver, is it easy to say?

It seems that Lord Zhang has earned a lot of money over the years."

"100,000 taels, I am a minister of the Ministry of Revenue. What can I do? Do you think I am lying to you?" Zhang Tuizhi was confused. He narrowed his eyes slightly and decided that Zhao Wujiang would not agree. He would increase his quota.

yes.

"No, no, no, I naturally trust you, Lord Zhang." Zhao Wujiang shook his head and raised his eyebrows and smiled:

"It's just that I want to ask Lord Zhang a question."

"But it's okay." Zhang Tuizhi carried it with one hand.

Zhao Wujiang's voice was hoarse:

"Why can't the Ministry of Revenue raise money during the Yunzhou disaster?"

Zhang Tuizhi's heart skipped a beat and looked at Zhao Wujiang's eyes. He found that Zhao Wujiang's eyes were extremely deep. He swallowed.

"One hundred thousand taels of silver, easy to say!

But in the meeting hall that day, it was related to the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in the Yunzhou disaster, so Lord Zhang said that."

Zhao Wujiang said in a deep voice, word by word:

"The hungry people are everywhere, and the sadness is thousands of miles away..."

"Zhao Wujiang, what is your identity?" Zhang Tuizhi's eyes became gloomy when he heard Zhao Wujiang's words:

"You are a secretary, and I have been the Minister of Revenue for many years. What should I do without criticizing anyone else?

You are still young and have only been in this officialdom for a month or two, and you won’t understand many things.

It is a good thing to be young and vigorous, but you have to know that this world is neither black nor white.

Now that you have money to make money, you can make money first, otherwise you may not have this opportunity in the future..."

"That's right." Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers:

"Five hundred thousand taels."

Zhang Tuizhi's face turned completely gloomy, and he said coldly:

"Zhao Wujiang, those who know the times are heroes, don't be ungrateful!

Lin Ruhai, the third-rank minister of the Ministry of Personnel, has a deep foundation in the dynasty for many years, but I can't move.

But what is you, you?

Is there anything I care about in the Chen family? Even if there is one, what do you think you can do with it?

It's a dream!"

"In this court, there is no one that I can't afford to offend Zhang Tuizhi, only those that I don't want to offend for the time being!" Zhang Tuizhi's finger focused on Zhao Wujiang's shoulders, pushing him back one by one

go:

"And if you offend me, you will die without a place to bury!"

"It seems that our transaction has failed." Zhao Wujiang flipped his left hand and a silver needle appeared in his hand. He grabbed Zhang Cuizhi with his right hand and pointed at his wrist with arrogance. He pushed the silver needle along the gap of Zhang Tuizhi's index finger with his left hand.

Punched in with one hand.

"Ah!" Zhang Tuizhi let out a heart-wrenching roar. The silver needle had completely penetrated into his left index finger, and there was not much blood, but the severe pain was something he had never tried in his life.

He wanted to break free, but Zhao Wujiang tightly clamped his left hand with his right hand, making him unable to break free at all. He could only continue to endure the severe pain. He began to regret why he said such harsh words.
Chapter completed!