Shuntian Prefecture, signing room.

Huang Zhongda, wearing a third-rank official uniform, sat upright at the desk, concentrating on handling official duties. His fair face was arrogant without anger, and he looked quite majestic.

Over the past few days, he has clearly felt the undercurrents in Shuntian Mansion, and his status has been vaguely threatened to a certain extent. Many people have quietly turned to that kid.

In the incident caused by Xu Du, he chose to sell his face to Xu Jie, and took the initiative to take the initiative to bear most of the responsibility. It was precisely because of his small action that the Shuntian Prefecture Office thought Lin Weiran "winned", and thus turned to Lin Weiran's side.

The same is true. The Shuntian Prefecture is no longer "independent" by him, and it faintly presents the pattern of two hills.

Huang Zhongda looked at this change coldly, thinking that these officials were actually short-sighted people.

Lei Li was just a three-level official and a Jinshi, so he finally got to the position of Shuntian Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture. After gaining the favor of Yan Song, it took less than three years to go from Shuntian Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture to the Minister of Works.

He seems to have become a "scapegoat" now, but he hugged Xu Jie's thighs tighter, and there will inevitably be some comfort in the aftermath. Although Xu Jie's thighs are not as good as Yan Song, he does not seek to become a Shangshu for three years, and it is highly likely that he will be transferred to the Sixth Ministry to serve as the Minister of the Secretariat this year.

What is ridiculous is that these people couldn't see the mystery, but they ran foolishly to hug Lin Weiran's thighs, thus standing opposite to themselves, the accomplice minister.

"Dongweng, these things have been purchased properly! But this year is colder than before, and the charcoal fire on the market is more expensive, so the overall cost is 20% more than before!" Mr. Zeng's face was rosy and glossy, and he handed a list to the table and said seriously.

Huang Zhongda frowned slightly, but he didn't expect the cost to be 20% higher than the budget. However, thinking that it was due to the weather, he nodded helplessly and said, "You're here to help me!"

"I dare not! It is the responsibility of the student to share Dongweng's worries!" Master Zeng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly expressed his loyalty.

Huang Zhongda's energy these days is mainly focused on the upcoming spring exam. It is different from the autumn exam. The imperial examination will take nine consecutive days.

The juren will take more things, so Shuntian Prefecture Organs will recruit diligent people from the two counties of Daxing and Wanping to act as porters to pick up things for the juren who take the exam.

Due to the weather, Shuntian Prefecture also needs to provide charcoal, charcoal basins and candles to the candidates for the examination, so that these candidates can keep warm, make fire, cook and lighting.

Because the matter involves a lot of money, it is inevitable that someone will use it to fill his personal pockets or use inferior products as good people. Huang Zhongda handed over the procurement matter to Master Zeng, whom he trusts.

While he was talking, a servant came in to report that Lin Fucheng was asking for a meeting outside.

"Dongweng, the student is leaving first!" Master Zeng learned that Lin Xunran was asking for a meeting, but he said withdrew.

But at the door, he met Lin Weiran who was walking towards him. Lin Weiran's eyes seemed to see through everything, which made Master Zeng's heart skip and he lowered his head and left hurriedly.

"Mr. Lin, what wind blows you today?" Huang Zhongda, facing the assistant minister who almost never stepped into the signing room, picked up the teacup on the table and said with a smile on his face.

When things have developed to this point, both now and in the future, the two are already in the same power and can be regarded as the old enemy of the officialdom.

This was the second time that Lin Qingran stepped into this sign-in room. This room was similar to the layout of the Guangzhou government office, but it seemed to be a bigger area. Facing Huang Zhongda's inquiry, he smiled with a humble smile: "I have met the prefect, and the officials came over to discuss things!"

"Oh? I don't know what's going on?" Huang Zhongda pinched the teacup and gently pulled the tea, looked up and asked. But he sneered in his heart. He was the number one leader of Shuntian Mansion. As long as he was still in this position, this kid would not want to live a better life.

"Our arrest office has a serious shortage of staff. The subordinates thought that the staff should be increased to expand the staff to rectify the public security in Beijing!" Lin Junran's eyes fell on Huang Zhongda and said his thoughts.

"This is indeed a problem! You are just appointed as Chief Lin, and I'm afraid you don't know much about it. Our Shuntian Mansion's finances are in short supply. Not to mention whether the Ministry of Personnel will agree to our increase in personnel, we can't support so many people at all!" Huang Zhongda almost thought about it and just started an official voice.

Lin Xuran was not surprised by this answer at all, but asked seriously: "Mr. Prefecture, if the officials can solve their salary, I wonder if the Capture City can directly expand the 200 ranks?"

“Two hundred?”

Huang Zhongda was about to take a sip of tea, but when he heard this data, the teacup in his hand immediately shook, and some tea fell on his clothes, almost burning him.

This data is undoubtedly amazing, even in a dream. There is a difference between formal organization and service personnel. The former requires monthly salary, while the latter is free labor.

The three yamen runners in Shuntian Prefecture have formal staffing, with only about a hundred people in essence, but now they have to add 200 people. This is simply a dream. Not to mention that the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Revenue cannot agree, where does such a large salary come from?

"Mr. Prefect, please be calm! Just two hundred staff members, why are you so panicked?" Lin Qingran looked at Huang Zhongda with a smile and said teasingly.

Huang Zhongda looked up and immediately saw a hint of contempt from Lin Junran's eyes, but said tit-for-tat: "If Lin Mansion Chief really has such great ability, this prefect will definitely not stop him. I am afraid that Lin Mansion Chief is talking big and only laughing!"

"Since the prefect has no objection, then this matter has been decided!" Lin Weiran's mouth raised slightly and he looked at Huang Zhongda with a smile.

Huang Zhongda's face slightly calmed down, and he immediately understood that he had fallen into the kid's trap, but he sneered: "The prefect will wait and see, let's see what kind of ability Lin Fucheng has!"

"I will definitely not let down the high expectations of the prefect, so I will say goodbye!" Lin Qingran saw that his purpose was achieved, so he politely said.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, he heard an excited voice from outside the door saying, "Haha...good news! That boy was seeking death, and he actually encouraged Yin Tai to impeach Gao Yao. We have a chance this time!"

There is no airtight wall in the world, and the news that Yin Tai impeached the Minister of Revenue Gao Yao has been spread from the palace.
Chapter completed!