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There were many types of appreciation, and Master Qian's appreciation of Rong Ling at this time, had already reached the point where he was willing to walk shoulder-to-shoulder with him!

Amongst the ministers who could take part in political affairs decisions, Boss Zhao naturally had the highest prestige and the greatest accumulated might. As for Lord Qian, he was neither the oldest nor the youngest, but he was still someone who could speak for himself.

Since Old Master Zhao had ascended to the throne, he naturally took good care of his junior brother, Lord Qian.

Under these layers of relations, the road ahead for Lord Qian was smooth sailing.

Three years ago, when Old Master Zhao had returned from his years of service, the position of chief assistant to the Cabinet had been suspended.

Initially, Old Master Zhao had wanted to recommend his Junior Brother, Lord Qian, as his successor. However, Master Qian was only forty years old, and was much too young compared to the other cabinet ministers.

Therefore, the Qianling Emperor suppressed this matter and did not agree.

Qianling Emperor did not agree, and at the same time did not reject, the position of the newly appointed Cabinet Head Assistant, had been suspended from three years ago all the way until now.

This time, the Emperor was gravely ill, and the Cabinet was in chaos. The Elder Zhao, who had already paid a visit to the Elder of Zhi Zun, was sent by the Seventh Prince as an alliance, inviting him to leave the mountain.

As the last chief assistant, Boss Zhao's administration of the cabinet was easy to handle.

In this small hall, Boss Zhao was in charge of everything and was in charge of everything. As his junior brother, he was the one that Boss Zhao relied on the most. Once again, Lord Qian was treated specially by his senior brother.

Now that Lord Qian had pointed at Rong Ling, Old Man Zhao finally calmed his anger down. Naturally, he turned his gaze over as well.

Rong Ling didn't have an expression on her face. Even though she was being stared at by a group of people with different intentions in mind, he didn't show the slightest bit of abnormality.

He just looked at the ledger in his hands and was silent for a moment. Then, he closed the ledger and said two words: "Collection of donations."

Lord Qian listened attentively.

Four million soldiers is not a small sum. Since the Ministry of Government and the treasury are unable to provide any money, then tomorrow, in the name of the crown prince, we will recruit a group of officials.

When Rong Ling said this, everyone fell silent.

If the borders were to fight, if they lacked money, they would have to recruit hundreds of officials to come to the palace with silver and donate it to the army?

Master Qian looked at Rong Ling regretfully, and then said slowly: "This method sounds good, but if we raise it, it might be a bit obstructing, so let's think of another method, Boss Zhao, what do you think?"

Lord Qian brought the conversation back to Lord Zhao.

Boss Zhao cursed silently at his junior brother for poking a hornet's nest, but instead had his senior brother come to suffer. However, the senior brother still took over and said, "In the current affairs of the kingdom, even though the officials have contributed and have not yet done anything, the officials' money is not from the wind either.

The style of a great country was not easy to handle. After all, it was a question of offending people.

The country was about to go to war, but a hundred officials had to pay for it. A few million taels was fine, but a few hundred officials was not a big deal.

However, they all knew that if they really fought, it would be a long battle. One million was enough for a donation, but as for the second and the third one, were all the officials going to have to pay for them? These officials also included the people present.

All six divisions of the Three Divisions were places with oil and water in them. The officials were full of fat, but how many poor scholars in the Cabinet were able to donate money so easily?

Putting others aside, if he, Old Zhao, were to buckle his belt and give out money, he would at most be generous to the nation and its citizens.

However, if you were to say that it was like this for a long period of time, then whether the child would be able to be raised or not would be impossible.

With Boss Zhao leading the way, the rest of the people also returned to their senses. While praising Rong Ling for coming up with a good idea, they also let Rong Ling rest at the side.

Rong Ling's eyebrows did not move at all. She was driven to the side by a group of seventy and eighty year old seniors. He did not say anything, and took the opportunity to sit down once more, continuing to read the account books that she had just read halfway.

Rong Su glanced at Rong Ling through the crowd.

Rong Su was very clear about Rong Ling's temper. Seeing Rong Ling leaving the stage, Rong Su could not help but mutter in her heart, What does this person want to do?

But Rong Ling did not seem to be in a rush at all. She thought of a rotten idea and decided to let him rest.

Was he really not anxious at all?

Or could it be that this person had some tricks up his sleeves?

Rong Su had never dared to underestimate Rong Ling, and now that sshe had investigated him once, he could not find anything wrong with it either.

But Rong Su's mind was racing as she tried to recall if she had any weakness that would fall into Rong Ling's hands.

It had to be known that although Rong Ling and him had a little collaboration in private, they were only a few. Many years of fighting against each other, it was impossible for them to resolve the grudge overnight.

Rong Su would never give up on the silver that the Department of Public Affairs had obtained, but if Rong Ling was willing, he could help his out and work together to force the crown prince.

The atmosphere in the hall returned to its previous state, the arguments and retorts.

Seeing that it was already late in the morning, everyone knew that tonight, it was up to who could hold on first.

With the support of the cabinet, they could convince the Ministry of Government and the treasury to go out and take the silver.

If the cabinet couldn't hold out, they would have to stay where they were and continue the cycle in this senseless debate.

During this time, Rong Ling patiently looked through all the accounts, one book, and one book.

Until the morning of the second day.

Sunlight shone into the hall. The 40 candles on the table had long been burnt to ashes.

The old man with a head full of white hair had a hoarse voice and blurry eyes, yet he bit down on his last sentence and refused to let go.

"If the Western Territory is destroyed just because of a mere four million silver, all of us present here will be condemned by the ages!" After saying this, Old Master Zhao was already on the verge of collapse.

Master Qian supported his senior brother from behind, supported him, and slapped the table at the opposite of him. "Are you really going to destroy the Kingdom of Qing Yun during the time when His Majesty is gravely ill? You think you can face the ancestors of the Rong family?! "

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