Zhang Biwu dared not answer this question even if he beat him to death.

So he could only remain silent.

Fortunately, King Wen did not ask him questions. Seeing that Zhang Biwu was silent, he changed the topic and said: "Brother Zhang, just watch this matter, but the second thing is, Brother Zhang, you have some room for operation.

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Zhang Biwu asked naturally: "Please let King Wen make a clear statement."

"Embroidered Uniform Guard."

King Wen tapped his fingers and said, "The prince killed King Ning, and lost the heart of the vassal kings in the world. The prince instigated the Jinyiwei to massacre the rich, and lost the heart of those who had land in the world. The two combined are enough to overturn him from the Eastern Palace.

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"The problem now is that there is someone who comes forward to let the rich know that the Jinyiwei cannot represent the court, and the Eastern Palace cannot represent the court. In the court, there are still people standing on their side, hoping that they can rise up and resist.

It's good to help them talk."

Having said that, Zhang Biwu understood.

King Wen means to be the tool person.

Scholars, farmers, businessmen, businessmen are the cheapest. For thousands of years, merchants have long been used to being harvested by the court as leeks. However, in history, there are very few such cruel and direct ways to harvest. They come to the door with swords and axes to kill them all. This is already

It was a naked plunder without even covering up or disguising.

If such a method was used on the common people, ordinary people would have risen long ago, but it was these businessmen who were used to being harvested that have endured it until now.

But ants are still alive, let alone people? What's more, they are rich?

Therefore, it is not that the merchants are not angry, but that they have no channels to vent and dare not be angry.

As long as someone stands up and sends a little signal to them, these businessmen will surely unite immediately and burst out with power that shocks everyone.

The person who stood up is likely to be regarded as a thorn in his eyes by the East Palace.

The person chosen by King Wen was Zhang Biwu.

But Zhang Biwu knew Li Chen's methods very well.

He dared not.

I really dare not.

Li Chen's methods made him feel scared.

"Prince..."

Zhang Biwu said with difficulty: "Does it be necessary for me?"

"You must."

King Wen easily cut off Zhang Biwu's luck. He said lightly: "This person must have enough prestige and power, and must be in the center of the court. Otherwise, those businessmen would not dare to trust this person at all. The most important thing is

Yes, this person must be smart enough to know how to light up this fire."

Looking at Zhang Biwu, King Wen smiled and said, "All civil and military officials in the court are smart enough and powerful enough, who else can be there except Brother Zhang?"

Oh my mother!

It was obvious that I was pushing me into the fire pit, and I said it nicely, but I did something like killing thousands of swords!

Zhang Biwu felt depressed, but he didn't dare to show any of it on his face. He smiled bitterly and said, "King Wen looks down on me so much..."

"Brother Zhang."

King Wen interrupted Zhang Biwu and said, "You shouldn't really put your home in the East Palace?"

Zhang Biwu's face froze and immediately said, "I am irreconcilable with the prince, so how can I truly surrender to him?"

"Once he ascended the throne, you and I will all die, and there will be no chance of luck, so what should I do, do I need to say too much?"
Chapter completed!