For a moment, the room became quiet and Wang Bengu was almost desperate.

I just regretted that I did not check the accounts immediately when I took over... Wang Bengu gritted his teeth, but then he thought that even if the accounts were checked at that time, it was useless and it was too late.

Not only did he give out customs clearance documents, but he even handed over the power to collect tax silver. Even though he knew that there was a pit in front of him, Wang Bengu felt that he could not refuse such temptation.

After swallowing the bait himself, Tang Shunzhi immediately fled, obviously he had a plan... He was actually seeing off at the dock respectfully.

Before, news that Tang Shunzhi was seriously ill in Hangzhou came, and Wang Bengu was glad that he did not die in Zhenhai... Now thinking about it, if Tang Shunzhi had not escaped, he would be able to leave now.

Wang Bengu thought about it more and more, and the more he thought about it, the more he became, the more he became. Hou Ruliang on the other side did not dare to leave... Now Wang Bengu was almost forced to become crazy, and he knew if he would really pull himself into the water and be in trouble.

After thinking about it, Hou Ruliang asked in a low voice: "Did you write a letter to go to Beijing?"

"Yes." Wang Bengu responded, and after a while, he explained: "There is still a memorial on the side of the teacher."

"Memorial?" Hou Ruliang thought for a while, "As the censor temporarily leads business?"

Wang Bengu was stunned for a while and asked softly: "Catch it back?"

"Is it too late?"

"It's hard to say... the teacher's side was sent by him, and the memorial was a post station..." Wang Bengu was shocked and suddenly stood up and was about to go out.

If the memorial could be recovered, he would not openly lead to the court... He also wrote a letter to Shi Xiang, saying that Tang Shun was seriously ill and returned home, and asked the Ministry of Personnel to choose another Ningbo prefect to take over the business, and maybe he could get out of here.

"No need to chase after him." Hou Ruliang snorted, "Qian Longquan has been in Zhenhai for many years and is deeply rooted. Even the officials of the government office are his people, let alone the county office?"

A sentence made Wang Bengu sit down depressedly. Indeed, the post station has always been under the jurisdiction of the county government offices in various places, and the government offices do not care about it. The county magistrate of Zhenhai was Sun Wenhe.

After a while of silence, Hou Ruliang sighed, "Son of the People."

"Either move forward bravely, but you must have a tax of at least 150,000 taels..."

After looking at Wang Bengu's dead look, Hou Ruliang said again: "Or, go and meet Sun Wenhe."

"What?"

"Qian Longquan was recruiting Wang Zhi and setting up a city to trade. How much thought and how long did it take to start Zhenhai business? He also made efforts to promote the southeast coast. How could he be willing to see the chaos in Zhenhai and the tax and silver sharply reduced?" Hou Ruliang analyzed in detail: "Tang Jingchuan retired, and you, Wang Zimin, temporarily led the business business, and this matter will inevitably be reported."

Seeing that Wang Bengu hadn't understood, Hou Ruliang shook his sleeves impatiently, "Qian Gang said that he is the Tongzheng envoy!"

"Oh oh oh oh..." Wang Bengu suddenly realized that his memorial was to enter the cabinet through the Tongzhengsi Department or directly resist the case. He was not like Qian Yuan of the past who could directly send letters or memorials to the late emperor.

In other words, even if you can't catch up with the memorial, Qian Zheng, who is the commissar of the government, can stop him.

But if you want to achieve this goal, you need to settle, trade with Suiyuan, and even endure the other party's ridicule and extortion.

"People think about it."

Seeing Hou Ruliang slowly step out, Wang Bengu sat there blankly. After a while, he slapped himself in the mouth and grabbed his hair regretfully... The confidence he was when he went south, and now he was depressed.

The other person dug a hole and waited, and he couldn't wait to jump inside.

Indeed, I haven't fallen to death yet, but the problem is that the person who grabbed one hand and made him fall yet... was Suiyuan.

Sitting in the room, from afternoon to dusk, and then until it was pitch black, until the moonlight shone through the window at his feet... Wang Bengu thought for a long time, a lot, a lot.

With Qian Yuan’s foundation in the southeast, he would not know why the tax and silver was reduced so sharply, and he would not know what role the Dong family played in it?

Even if it wasn't me, some others fell into this pit, such as Hu Yingjia, Ouyang Yide and Lin Runzhi, who had intended to go south to inspect Zhejiang and later gave it to me.

Will Qian Yuan reach out to pull himself up?

Wang Bengu couldn't believe Hou Ruliang's analysis. The two sides were hostile, so if they didn't kill them at this time, they would rather give the other party a breath?

And even if Qian Yuan reached out to pull himself up, what happened?

The tax silver in the Southeast is sharply reduced, and the court will inevitably be in turmoil. Your Majesty will probably ask Qian Zhancai. Would he not reveal the Dong family's smuggling with the Southeast's large households?

If you don’t work hard to combat smuggling, how can you recover the tax bank?

If the Dong family matters are revealed, would Dong Yikui and Dong Yiyuan not drag themselves into the water?

In the guest house in the backyard of the government office.

Hou Ruliang sat lazily on the chair, "Let me clean up my things and set off tomorrow."

Master Zhang responded, "It's a pity that the prince's people are very useful, but they have misled Dongweng's big affairs."

"Wang Zimin is a man with strategy and a pity, but he is too greedy for money and power. He has received generous gifts from the Dong family and has not yet endured the bait thrown by Tang Jingchuan." Hou Ruliang shook his head, "It's a pity."

In fact, before Hou Ruliang finished speaking, Wang Bengu was shameless and insisted on holding me out of luck... However, Hou Ruliang could see that Zhenhai chose to deal with Wang Bengu's snatching power with such means, which means that there is a high possibility of reconciliation.

"Can you pick up the prince's people?"

"The agreement is not feasible." Hou Ruliang smiled and said, "Tang Jingchuan handed over power, and Sun Wenhe kept saying he wanted to resign, but there was no movement now... Of course, the most important thing is to do business."

Mr. Zhang nodded in agreement, "No matter whether the party disputes are concerned, Qian Zhancai does have the talent of a great deal of success. He will definitely not want to see a mess in business. If the prince insists on resigning, Zhenhai will be in chaos in the future."

After a pause, Master Zhang added: "Dongweng, do you want to send a letter to Yuanfu?"

Hou Ruliang hesitated and shook his head. He knew that although they were both Xu Jie's disciples, the status within the party was never determined by the level of official positions. The relationship between Wang Bengu and Xu Jie was much closer than himself.

No matter what you say, you will inevitably be sowed away. In Xu Jie's mind, he has been in Zhejiang for more than a year and has not achieved much yet. Hu Zongxian has returned home peacefully and retired, and the situation in Zhenhai is calm.

Maybe Wang Bengu was still saying his own words in the letter to Xu Jie... he disliked himself for not coming to the sea with him.

Forget it, it doesn’t matter any small words. Hou Ruliang suddenly smiled. No matter what Wang Bengu wrote in his letter, he will definitely get it back tomorrow.
Chapter completed!