"I understand, let it be here. Let me be quiet for a while and don't let someone come in!" Chen Zaixing nodded and made a gesture to let the other party retreat. The secretary quickly stepped out carefully and brought the door. Chen Zaixing picked up the telegram at the top, but the text on it looked like a pile of flies, constantly flying. He had to put the telegram, close his eyes, and slowly rub his sore eyes.

"It's so tired, really too tired!" Chen Zaixing lowered his head tiredly. Countless things were like a heavy burden on his shoulders. If Rolin was his partner and help, then Chen Zaixing was the only one who would take on all this. Execution of Dioke and Maumi certainly eliminated the two most prestigious rebellious leaders among the Burmese nobles and shocked the potential opposition. But on the other hand, he also killed the two most talented politicians in the kingdom. Wen Che, the new Privy Councillor, was far from Dioke and Maumi in terms of ability and prestige. He was not so much a kingdom prime minister as a clerk, and moved all kinds of issues in the Privy Council to Chen Zaixing intact, so that Chen Zaixing would make his own decision.

There have been several times when Chen Zaixing wanted to smash these documents into the middle-aged man's face, and let him get out of the position of counselor of the Privy Council to someone who is more suitable for him. But Chen Zaixing finally suppressed his impulse. The reason is very simple, because all of this was caused by him. Killing Dioke and Maoji not only killed the most talented politicians in the two kingdoms, but also scared many potential talents. If Chen Zaixing drove Wen Che away again, he might have a dilemma that no one dared to take over.

"Wen Che, this bastard, hasn't made any progress. Even this nothing is going to happen to me!" After a while of rest, Chen Zaixing looked at the request report sent by Wen Che. While gritting his teeth, he cursed with the seal on his ring and covered it with the ink paste to express his agreement. He picked up the next report casually. When he saw that it was another request report, Chen Zaixing's temples began to hurt again, and he had to reach out and massage it gently.

"Damn it, I want money again. How can I get so much money!" Chen Zaixing slapped the report on the table, and the white paper suddenly scattered all over the ground. The situation is very obvious now. Regardless of whether the information of the imperial court's large-scale debt is true for building railways, Liu Qingyang wanted to take this opportunity to kill himself with a knife. If he accepted the other party's conditions for issuing the bond, the result was that he might have worked hard and made a wedding dress for others. The Yunnan-Burma Railway fell into the hands of Houde Bank, and the entire Shunhua Company was strangled by the other party, which was unacceptable. As a banker, it was natural for Liu Qingyang to do this. He could either find new sources of wealth in other aspects or only accept the other party's harsh conditions.

"Increase taxes in Myanmar?" Chen Zaixing instinctively thought of the most direct way, but he quickly rejected his idea. Under the joint exploitation of Shunhua Company and the monks of Myanmar, the lives of Myanmar farmers have reached below the hunger line. If taxes are increased, it is more likely to cause new riots. More importantly, even if the new taxes are collected from Myanmar farmers, they only get physical objects. It takes a cycle to convert these physical objects into currency. In this vacancy, Chen Zaixing has no money to continue running and start construction, and the project cannot be stopped before passing through the mountainous areas. Otherwise, when the rainy season comes, the abundant rainwater brought by the Indian Ocean monsoon will destroy everything, and all the efforts made before will be wasted.

“Request payment report.”

At this time, a report suddenly came into Chen Zaixing's eyes, and a light of inspiration flashed in his heart, and he pulled out the white paper and looked in detail.

"This month, the five banks in Shanghai will pay a total of 150,000 pounds to repay the loan," said the Shanghai banking group.

Seeing this, Chen Zaixing's eyes suddenly blurred. He rubbed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said hatefully: "You are unkind, I am unrighteous. Liu Qingyang, Liu Qingyang, you have been the first day of the first day of the lunar calendar, don't blame me for being fifteen!"

"Come!"

"Sir, what are your instructions?"

Chen Zaixing sat back on his chair. At this time, he had regained his usual calmness. In front of his hand that came in was Chen Fusheng, who seemed to be in control of everything.

"You tell Counselor Wu Wenche to stop the repayment that will be paid to the Shanghai bank group this month and suspend payment. Also, without my consent, all repayments and interest in the future must not be issued!"

The employee looked at Chen Zaixing in surprise. As a subordinate who had been with him for many years, he naturally knew that the loan, which was originally used to pay the compensation for the British-Myanmar Treaty, had a close relationship with Chen Zaixing himself. At this time, he suddenly ordered the Kingdom of Myanmar to stop repaying the compensation? Is it to fill the company's funding vacancy during this period? Thinking of this, the employee suddenly lowered his head. The next thing was too deep, and it was not something that a small person like him could touch.

"Yes, sir, I will rule Lord Wu Wenche immediately!"

"Well, you bring another message to Wu Wenche for me, and I will invite him to my manor for dinner."

"Yes, sir!" The staff bowed deeply to Chen Zaixing, took two steps back before turning around and exiting the door.

The official residence of the Privy Councillor.

"What, the consultant asked me to go to his manor tonight?" Wenche widened his eyes. It was not difficult to see from his trembling fingers that the person involved was in a state of panic.

"Yes, Lord Chen asked me to tell you, please go to the manor for dinner tomorrow!"

"Okay, okay, I understand!" Wen Che instinctively repeated twice, making a gesture to signal the other party to retreat. This nobleman, who was quite mediocre and talent, did not know what was hidden behind the invitation, but the unknown itself was the greatest fear, especially at this critical moment, which made Wen Che's heart full of fear.

The personal servant beside him whispered: "Master, if you really don't want to go, you can send someone to tell Lord Chen that you are sick temporarily!"

"How can this be done? It will make the consultant think I have a ghost in my heart!" Wenche immediately rejected the suggestion of his personal servant. He paced back and forth in the room several times, and whispered: "Prepare and set off later."

"Yes, sir!"

When Wenche's convoy Chen Zaixing's manor was completely dark. After entering the gate, there was a stone pillar every seven or eight meters on both sides of the road. At the top of the stone pillar was a kerosene lamp. These kerosene were the products of the Ren'anqiang Petroleum Processing Plant that had just been built. Wenche looked at the two rows of bright lights in surprise, illuminating the road.

"Welcome to you, sir!" Chen Zaixing, dressed in green clothes, stood next to a pavilion not far from the manor gate, and smiled and bowed to Wen Che in the car. Wen Che hurriedly got out of the car and bowed and said, "Please forgive me, I didn't expect you to wait here."

"Wu Wenche, there are not many distinguished guests like you!" Chen Zaixing smiled and held the other party's arm and walked shoulder to the pavilion: "You are the only guest tonight, so we can relax."

Wenche finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was nothing else in the pavilion except for a few wines and dishes on the stone table, and he was not seen by guards around him. He hurriedly smiled and said, "It is my honor to be able to get your invitation!"

Chen Zaixing smiled and reached out to signal the other party to sit down. He made a gesture, signaling the maid to leave the pavilion, pour wine for himself and Wen Che, raised his glass to the other party, and said with a smile: "This glass of wine is my congratulations on your position as a counselor of the Privy Council!"

Wen Che hurriedly raised his wine glass and responded, and smiled and said, "I have to thank Lord Chen for this. If it weren't for the adults and villains, I wouldn't have been able to get into this position!"

"Haha!" Chen Zaixing smiled, filled himself with another glass of wine, but did not speak. Wen Che looked at Chen Zaixing's appearance, and his heart couldn't help but pound again. Could it be that the other party had any conspiracy to get him today?

Chen Zaixing took two sips of wine, saw the other party sitting there, staring at his dull look, and hurriedly pointed to the plate in front of him and said, "Come on, eat vegetables, eat vegetables, my master's Su Bang dish can be counted in Dashun. You will definitely not find a second in Mandalay." While speaking, Chen Zaixing scooped a spoonful of braised yellow birds for Wen Che.

"Thank you, sir!" Wen Che hurriedly picked up a chopstick and was about to put it into his mouth. Chen Zaixing's low voice suddenly came from his ears: "Wu Wenche, are you afraid of me?"

Wen Che's right hand shook, and the braised yellow bird held on the chopsticks fell on the lapel of the clothes. He hurriedly cleaned it up in a hurry, and his hands were shaking by the hot braised yellow bird. Chen Zaixing smiled and stretched out his chopsticks to help him remove it, and ordered loudly to the outside world: "Get a clean clothes."

"Thank you, sir!" Wen Che hurriedly put his hands together to thank him. He was worried and thought about how to answer Chen Zaixing's question just now.

"Wu Wenche, are you worried that you will be killed by me like Dioc and Maumi?"

Wen Che nodded instinctively, then realized his mistake and shook his head and tried his best to deny it: "No, no, no, no, no!"

"Haha!" Chen Zaixing smiled: "Do you know why Dioke and Maumi died?"

Wen Che carefully looked at Chen Zaixing's face and whispered: "They are ill-planned and are unfaithful to His Majesty the King, so they are--"

"Forget it!" Chen Zaixing waved his hand and interrupted Wen Che's words: "Now there are only two of us here, so you don't need to say those scenes! There is only one reason why they ended up in this situation."

“What’s the reason?”
Chapter completed!