Song Chaoshan was so angry that he slammed the table: "This is the Chief Envoy's Yamen, not a vegetable market! How unbecoming are you guys making noises here?! In your eyes, do you still have me, Song Chaoshan, and the princes?!"
"Sir, please calm down!"
Feng Wenxi quickly bowed and apologized.
Xu Shouchun had no intention of apologizing, his face was ashen, he said nothing and did not look at them!
Wang Hai acted as if he hadn't seen anything, picked up the cup and drank tea again.
"Everyone, sit down!"
Song Chaoshan said angrily.
"Yes, sir."
Feng Wenxi responded obediently and sat down immediately.
However, Xu Shouchun seemed not to hear it and still stood upright, his body still shaking slightly because of his anger!
"Master Xu, do you still recognize me as your boss?"
Song Chaoshan stared at Xu Shouchun and said leisurely.
"It's natural to admit it!"
Xu Shouchun said coldly.
"Okay! Since you still recognize me as your boss, will you listen to what I say?"
Song Chaoshan continued to ask.
"If your Excellency tells me, I will naturally listen to you. However, if your Excellency asks me to forcefully implement the policy of changing rice to mulberry, then I will be incapable of redeeming my humble position and really have no ability to carry out this policy!"
Xu Shouchun is neither humble nor arrogant, but his attitude is still tough.
"hehe......"
Song Chaoshan laughed twice and joked: "I won't let you forcefully promote the policy of changing rice to mulberry. I will ask you to sit down and talk. Don't stand all the time like a fighting cock. Can you do this?"
Xu Shouchun's face turned red and he sat down.
Song Chaoshan looked at Wang Hai and asked, "Eunuch Wang, do you have anything to say?"
Wang Hai put down his cup and said calmly: "Our family only cares about silk. As for how to implement the policy of converting rice to mulberry, that is a matter for you local officials. Our family has nothing to do with it, and we shouldn't."
"hehe......"
Song Chaoshan laughed dryly twice, but secretly cursed Wang Hai as an old cunning guy. If the policy of converting rice to mulberry cannot be implemented, where will raw silk come from? If there is no raw silk, how can we weave silk? This guy actually wants to make himself
It's so beautiful to think about it completely!
However, Wang Hai is a member of the palace after all, and his godfather is also the powerful internal manager, so he does not dare to offend him!
Therefore, even if Wang Hai clarified the relationship here, he wouldn't be able to say much!
At this time, footsteps suddenly sounded outside again. Song Chaoshan looked attentively and saw one of his clerks peeping at the door, looking like he wanted to come in but didn't dare.
"If you want to come in, come in! If you don't want to come in, get out! Standing there like a monkey, what a look!"
Song Chaoshan was feeling angry, so he vented his anger towards the office of the secretary!
The clerk shrank from being scolded, but he still walked in, presented a letter in front of Song Chaoshan with both hands, and explained: "Master, this was just sent from above, and it was said to be delivered to you as soon as possible!
But I saw you discussing something, so I didn’t dare to come in rashly..."
"Okay! Okay! Get out!" This chapter has been completed!