Under Hu Weiyong's increasingly sharp gaze, Chu Ze calmly put down the teacup.
He sat up straight, looked at the other person at leisure, laughed briefly, and asked: "Uncle Hu, where did you hear this? I'm afraid this person is jealous when he sees us making money, and wants to break up our cooperation." ?”
Hu Weiyong frowned, obviously not believing it.
Chu Ze continued to lie: "Zhu Liangzu committed suicide by himself. Can you blame me for this? If he didn't do those things, could I have forcibly charged him with a crime? If he really did, I can't sit here today and talk to him. Uncle Hu, you've had your tea. As for the Japanese matter, I was also taking the profits from the trade. How can I cut off my own financial path? As for the matter of soldiers, horses, food and grass, that is even more unjust. Although I took over Jinyiwei, But am I not aware of the impeachment issue against me today? Moreover, this matter is closely related to me, so it’s more normal that I don’t know about the matter of soldiers and horses.”
Chu Ze pushed all these things away with one word.
Hu Weiyong knew that this kid could speak, but he didn't expect that he could speak so well.
Even though he had been exposed by himself, he still dared to deny it categorically.
If he hadn't figured everything out a long time ago, he might have been fooled by him.
But since he dared to come, he couldn't be unprepared.
"You don't have to say it so nicely. I have guessed what you are planning, but the road you are taking is a dead end. Why not cooperate with me? Uncle Hu will ensure that your wishes come true."
Hu Weiyong looked at Chu Ze with determination.
Chu Ze really wanted to hear what this man was thinking.
He then asked: "Uncle Hu, tell me what I want."
Hu Weiyong raised his upper body slightly, leaned forward, locked his eyes tightly on Chu Ze, lowered his voice and said in a deep voice: "You want to be the prime minister."
"??"
What did he just say?
Chu Ze blinked his clear eyes filled with confusion.
I deeply doubt that there is something wrong with his ears, or is Hu Weiyong's brain damaged?
He actually wants the position of prime minister?
Are you kidding? He will be exhausted.
But in Hu Weiyong's eyes, his expression was one of shock at being told the central issue.
"Has it been said?"
Hu Weiyong smiled proudly and sat back again.
He relaxed his body, looked at Chu Ze with a look of disdain, and said: "Chu Ze, you are still young after all, and Uncle Hu can understand your ambition, but you should not attack Uncle Hu and me. But you are indeed capable."
Just because he was able to hide it from him for so long shows that this man has some brains.
As long as Chu Ze is interested, he can also help a large number of people to become prime minister without planning the previous affairs.
You know, now he is the only Prime Minister on the right. After the Prime Minister on the Left was laid off, he has never established another one.
Although the emperor said that it would be removed, it is not impossible to set it up again.
"As long as you are willing to cooperate with Uncle Hu, Uncle Hu can help you. Of course, there are conditions."
"What conditions?" Chu Ze asked immediately.
Hu Weiyong: "From now on, I want you to continue trading with Japan in your name."
This is a piece of fat. Hu Weiyong will not let it go easily, but he will not put himself in danger, and Chu Ze is the best card on the bright side.
When Chu Ze heard this, he was silent for a moment.
This man wants money rather than his life.
You are trying to trick me to death.
but.
Chu Ze is not a fool. If you want to trick him, you have to be mentally prepared to be tricked to death by him.
"How?" Hu Weiyong asked Chu Ze.
Chu Ze pretended to recite: "Uncle Hu, I have to think about this matter."
If Chu Ze really responded without even thinking about it, Hu Weiyong should think about Chu Ze's purpose.
Chu Ze's hesitation convinced Hu Weiyong of his guess.
Hu Weiyong agreed very happily.
Until Chu Ze left, the servant who had been with Hu Weiyong walked in from the door: "Master, do we really want to put such a big piece of fat in this kid's mouth? What if this kid directly tells these things in order to protect himself? How about stabbing him in front of the emperor?"
"And he's not too talkative. This kid is plotting against the master. The master actually let him take charge of this matter. It's too easy for him."
The servants murmured, but Hu Weiyong smiled meaningfully.
Is it cheaper for him?
This kid dared to plot against himself, how could he let him go.
The conditions he proposed today were just an appetizer.
As long as Chu Ze agrees, the next step is to take the Jin Yiwei in his hand for his own use.
As for abolishing Jinyiwei...
Today he can ask someone to propose withdrawal, and tomorrow he can ask someone to propose not withdrawing it.
As long as this knife can be held in one's hand, then anything will be fine.
As for Chu Ze, when the matter is finished, it will naturally be useless.
You have to keep him now.
But this kid is not easy to control. Even if he agrees to consider it today, there is no guarantee that this guy will make other moves.
So he has to be careful.
Hu Weiyong walked to the window and stretched out his hand to open the window.
On the opposite side of the street, there was a small tea stall. Sitting on the tea stall was a man wearing a square turban and a blue straight jacket.
This man's name was Zhou Guanzheng, and he was a censor who patrolled the city.
Meeting this man was an accident.
When Hu Weiyong was drinking tea here before, he accidentally discovered that this man had the habit of going to the small tea stall to drink a large bowl of tea.
The censor who patrolled the city was a seventh-grade minor official, which was annoying, but Hu Weiyong didn't take it to heart, let alone his eyes.
But now, this man is of great use.
Chu Ze walked slowly on the way to the imperial prison.
He really didn't expect that Hu Weiyong's imagination would be so big that he would even think that he wanted to be the prime minister.
As for Hu Weiyong's suggestion, he didn't even have to think about it, he knew he couldn't agree to it.
He was short of money, but not so short that he had to use his own head to buy it.
Besides, Hu Weiyong’s words today obviously still have unfinished words.
He had to be more careful.
Chu Ze raised his head and glanced at the endless street, his face suddenly became bitter.
It's such a long way.
If he had known it would be so difficult to walk, he should have driven Zhu Ming to walk and take the car by himself.
It's good now, he has to walk such a long way.
Life is miserable...
When Chu Ze walked to the imperial prison, Zhu Ping was having a good time beating someone inside.
Especially those who are tough-talking are the most interesting to fight.
The kind of person who talks about anything when he sees the instruments of torture, but Zhu Ping feels that it is not enjoyable enough.
As soon as Chu Ze entered the prison, the next second he rushed out with his mouth covered, holding the corner of the wall and vomiting.
"Damn, I've known for a long time that the smell in these prisons is bad, but isn't this too bad?" The smell of blood is mixed with the smell of burnt skin and flesh, and mixed with the smell of human excrement. The smell wakes you up. Being so clear-headed can make people want to cut off their noses.
Chu Ze doesn't want to step in now.
He summoned a guard, waved his hand and ordered: "Go, bring His Highness King Qin out, and tell him I'm looking for him."
Guard: "Yes."
Chu Ze raised his hand to wipe the dirt from the corner of his mouth, turned around and walked out.
He found a place with fresh air to sit down and waited for Zhu Xiang.
At this moment, a shadow suddenly covered his head.
(End of chapter)
