"Let's not beat around the bush, young official, why be so modest?"
"It's not modesty, it's self-awareness!"
Seeing Han Mo's grinning face, Daojian the monk knew there was nothing he could do about this matter.
"If you won't help, so be it. However, from now on, I hope you will keep your promise and no longer interfere in the affairs of the two religions!"
After pondering for a moment, the old monk finally retreated half a step again.
At this moment, he realized that Han Mo was a complete troublemaker.
Moreover, given this fellow's usual elusive habits, as long as he could get this brat to stop interfering in their dispute with Lin Ling Su, it would be worth spending some money.
"Master, rest assured. As long as you follow my instructions, your affairs will be none of mine from now on!"
Anyway, he was about to head south to Jiangnan, so he had no intention of caring about these monks and Taoists anymore.
Therefore, Han Mo said such things without any guilt.
"Then, when can the second half of the storybook in your hands be delivered?"
"Ten days later. Ten days later, how about I have someone deliver the second half to Master?"
After a slight calculation of the time, Han Mo said with a smile.
"If that's the case, then this humble monk will await your news!"
"Then, after returning, please prepare the funds. The army is about to depart, and this matter cannot be delayed any longer!"
"This humble monk understands. If that's the case, then I shall not disturb you, young official!"
It wasn't until he left Han Fu that Daojian the monk couldn't help but curse Han Mo in his heart.
However, Han Mo didn't take it to heart at all. He had made a huge profit this time.
He had originally thought that earning 2 million guan from them would be a good income, but in the end, he unexpectedly got an extra 1 million guan from them.
Although this money would eventually be squandered by the Emperor, for Han Mo, Zhao Zhen, and Daojian, this was actually a win-win situation for all parties.
With this money, Fan Zhengguo's position as the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue was temporarily secured.
With the methods of him and Zhang Shaoyou, and with Yuan Xingchi providing advice, it should at least be possible to establish a firm foothold in the Ministry of Revenue.
For Zhao Zhen, this was an opportunity left by Han Mo for him to return to the capital.
Once it was absolutely necessary, all Zhao Zhen, the Grand Commissioner of the Six Routes of the Southeast, had to do was to detonate this matter, and he would have to personally return to the capital to explain it.
As for Daojian the monk, although he had indeed played the role of a sucker in this matter, at least after spending this money, he should be able to leave a good impression on the Emperor.
"Why is there a monk coming to find you so late at night?"
Seeing Han Mo return to the room again, Zhe Yourong asked with some doubt.
"Of course, it's to deliver money. By the way, do you remember the bet we made before?"
When this matter was brought up, the smile on Han Mo's face immediately became lewd.
"What bet? I don't remember!"
Hearing Han Mo say this, Zhe Yourong immediately coughed dryly.
"I say you're not planning to renege, are you? Don't forget we sealed it with a clap of hands!"
Seeing that Zhe Yourong was about to default, Han Mo was immediately unhappy.
"You said a gentleman's word is as good as his bond, but I'm not a gentleman, I'm just a little lady!"
"Don't try to renege!"
Han Mo said, leaning closer.
The little affections of a young couple were naturally not to be told to outsiders.
However, the next morning, when Chuntao was serving Han Mo, Zhe Yourong was surprisingly still fast asleep, and on the fair skin exposed outside the quilt, there were several palm prints, looking particularly conspicuous...
"Your Majesty, this is a memorial submitted by His Highness Prince Xin. I don't know how to deal with it..."
Zhao Ji had just finished his breakfast and had not yet left Fu Ning Palace when Li Bangyan walked in with a smile.
"Prince Xin's memorial?"
Hearing that it was a memorial submitted by Zhao Zhen, Zhao Ji didn't say much. He directly reached out to take it and, after a brief glance at the content, fell silent.
"Anyway, the matter of raising military funds is his own. Whoever he wants to use is up to him. Fan Zhengguo is diligent enough, it's just that stubborn temper..."
After careful consideration, Zhao Ji said indifferently.
Hearing Zhao Ji say this, Li Bangyan's heart suddenly sank.
Zhao Ji had said it unintentionally, but in Li Bangyan's ears, the meaning changed completely.
Originally, Zhao Ji meant that since the matter had already been handed over to Zhao Zhen, how the aftermath would be handled was not unacceptable according to Zhao Zhen's wishes.
However, with his words, Li Bangyan immediately understood it as the Emperor intending to support Zhao Zhen.
Even Zhao Ji himself did not expect that such a big trouble would be caused by his own simple slip of the tongue...
"Your humble servant understands!"
"During this period, the court situation is complicated. Prime Minister Li still needs to put in more effort!"
Seeing Li Bangyan's obsequiousness, Zhao Ji nodded with great satisfaction.
The reason he chose Li Bangyan for the position of Prime Minister was partly for balance and partly because Li Bangyan was obedient.
"Your Majesty is too kind. I will go back and prepare for this matter. The result should be available tomorrow."
No matter what, after hearing a word of comfort from the Emperor, Li Bangyan felt a little bit of solace.
After dealing with the old monk's affairs, Han Mo's life became leisurely again. He shut himself in his study every day, not only burying himself in writing but also having the doorman block all visitors.
His days became easier, but the entire city of Bianliang was thrown into chaos by his bad idea.
In order to secure good positions for their descendants, Fan Zhengguo, the newly appointed Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, suddenly became a sought-after figure.
Countless powerful nobles flocked to his door, all scrambling to contribute to the army's war funds.
In less than three days, the previously estimated 2 million guan in military funds was directly snatched up by the powerful families in Bianliang.
Even Emperor Zhao Ji was very envious of this result.
He never expected that this originally thorny issue would suddenly become a hot commodity...