Song Huan sneered: "Think about the victims?"
"If you really consider the victims, you can't even answer the number of people affected and the worst-hit places!"
"I tell you that the Youzhou snow disaster killed and injured a total of 1,800 people, and 913 people are missing!"
"Today there are still more than 32,400 people fleeing in exile!"
"The most severely affected areas are concentrated in the northeast of Youzhou!"
"This is the specific data that the Prime Minister presented to His Majesty yesterday."
"As officials from the Ministry of Industry, there is no way you didn't get the news!"
"You can't even answer these basic information, how can you still have the nerve to say that you think about the victims?"
"You are so arrogant!"
With that said, Song Huan turned to Yang Jian, who was sweating coldly on the other side: "And you!"
"You are even worse than Wu Qingyuan!"
"Wu Qingyuan at least still has some worldly desires. In order to make money, he can barely say a few words to me!"
"But what about you?"
“I can only tell you that there are eighteen plumbers in total, but I can’t even tell you their division of labor, construction period, and construction location!”
"You don't even want to be greedy for money, so you just wait to share the spoils after the thing is done, right?"
"If I were reduced to a useless person like you, I would have killed him long ago!"
Several people were scolded by Song Huan, and now they all blushed and clenched their fists, feeling angry but afraid to speak.
As the ministers of various departments of the Ministry of Industry, their status is only below that of the minister of the Ministry of Industry.
Now that they were insulted by Song Huan in every possible way, they naturally had endless resentment and anger in their hearts.
Ji Yun, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, was slapped in the face by Song Huan, and his face immediately dropped.
"The Ministry of Industry's disaster relief work over the years has been carried out through discussions between Mr. Wu, Mr. Yang and other gentlemen."
"This is the case every year, and the disaster is finally resolved properly!"
"The current Holy One has never expressed any dissatisfaction!"
"I don't know if Your Highness has any good ideas. If you tell me, it will open your eyes!"
Ji Yun's meaning couldn't be more obvious. The Ministry of Industry does things like this every year, and even the current Holy Emperor has not said anything. What can you, a prince, do to point fingers here?
Besides, you criticized us completely!
But I don’t believe it. As a prince who is full of food all day long, what better solution can you think of!
Seeing Ji Yun's dissatisfied face, Song Huan smiled lightly.
"My father has not punished you. Are you, my father, satisfied with the results of your work?"
"If you were really responsible for disaster relief, this disaster wouldn't happen again and again every year, torturing the people so much that they don't want to live anymore!"
"And as the minister of the Ministry of Industry, you actually seek a solution from a prince, which is really ridiculous!"
"If I can come up with a solution, what use do you need?"
Before Ji Yun could refute, Song Huan continued: "The resettlement of the disaster-stricken people in Youzhou is so simple. As long as resettlement houses are built outside the most severely affected areas, the people can be temporarily resettled!"
"The resettlement houses can be built with rammed earth, which is cheap and warm. The most important thing is that the victims can move in in a short time!"
"Such a simple question, even this king, who doesn't understand civil engineering, can answer it."
"As for the problem in Guanzhong, it's even simpler!"
"You, Yang Jian, are a doctor in the Ministry of Water Resources. You should know the skills of your waterworkers very well."
“You should know better than anyone who is good at what!”
"But what about you? What do you know?"
"But you think you can properly solve the disaster, but in fact you are so full of shame that you have forgotten even the simplest principles!"
"Ji Yun, Ji Yun, your position as Minister of the Ministry of Industry is probably too comfortable for you!"
Feeling Song Huan's furious gaze, at this moment, Ji Yun finally knew how to write the word "fear".
No, how could Prince Rong really be able to give a specific solution?
Could it be that he received some advice from an expert and came here specifically to cause trouble today?
Ji Yun was in a state of confusion, but at this moment, he couldn't find a single word to refute.
He could only kneel down in a hurry and lead a group of officials to kowtow to Song Huan and admit his mistake.
"Your Highness, please calm down!"
"I have realized my shortcomings!"
"We will definitely improve it in the future!"
"Thank you, Your Highness, for your guidance today!"
Song Huan was speechless. The old guy seemed silent, but he didn't expect that the speed of sliding to his knees was not slow.
In order to keep the position of Minister of the Ministry of Industry, it seems that he is not even planning to lose face!
Song Huan's eyes swept over the people kneeling on the ground one by one. Although he was angry, he understood a truth.
These people are indeed the trash among the trash, but for a while, they can't move!
Without coordinating officials from the Ministry of Industry, how could the disaster relief be successfully carried out within three months?
Then his position as prince will be out of reach again!
Thinking of this, Song Huan personally stepped down from his seat and helped Ji Yun up.
"If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good."
"Now that Mr. Ji and the other adults know what to do, I can feel relieved."
Several people did not expect that Song Huan's attitude could change so dramatically!
For a moment, everyone was confused!
This Prince Rong really speaks and acts as he pleases, whenever he thinks of it, he comes up with it!
Ji Yun couldn't help but break out in cold sweat and felt lingering fear.
Even if there is no benefit this time, no matter what, as long as you can keep your official position, everything will be fine!
…
South of the city.
A luxury car parked steadily in front of a luxurious house.
I saw a young man wearing a fox fur cloak, stepping down from the stopped carriage, looking up at the courtyard gate in front of him.
He stood here for a moment, as if he was having a fierce ideological struggle in his heart.
"Do you want to do it? Don't you want to do it?"
"There is no turning back when you shoot. Once you set foot on this path, there is absolutely no turning back."
"If it succeeds, then of course the winner will be the king, and success will be achieved."
"If it fails..."
"unsuccessful……"
Thinking of this, the man hesitated.
He knew that this matter could only succeed and never fail.
Because the price of failure is something you simply cannot afford!
Just when his patience was extremely shaken, he heard the courtyard door creaking and being gently pushed open from the inside out.
The man who opened the door saw the man standing in front of the yard, and was obviously a little surprised.
"Second Prince?"
"Why are you standing outside in such a cold weather?"
"Please come in quickly!"
Song De was struggling, but unexpectedly, Ma Shaoxing suddenly opened the courtyard door, catching him off guard.
"Ahem," Song De coughed twice in embarrassment, "I happened to be passing by here."
"Nothing's wrong, I'll leave first!"
