For every prince or prince, whether he can successfully be crowned a prince is a top priority.
The date for Lao Liu's accession to the throne is getting closer and closer. Liu Chan should be excited and looking forward to it. All his thoughts are focused on his father's proclaimed emperor and his position as prince.
However, in this matter, Liu Chan had no opponent at all.
His sworn brother Liu Feng is now full of favor with him. Judging from the regular reports sent by Shen Zhong and others from Shangyong, he has left local politics, economy, agriculture and mulberry development to Yu Fan and concentrates on training the army. Prepare for the Northern Expedition.
The two brothers Liu Yong and Liu Li, who were born as concubines, were still young and had average talents. Mrs. Wu regarded Liu Chan as her own son, so the two little brothers had no chance at all.
What's more, Liu Chan's reputation among central and local civil and military officials is now so high that no one else can shake it.
From the crown prince to the crown prince, it is already a settled matter.
Now even if Lao Liu wants to change his mind, no one in the senior management will agree.
Besides, Lao Liu, whose favorability score is as high as 99, has no reason to change his mind.
Liu Chan is not worried about this at all. Not only is he not worried, it can be called not caring at all...
"Where's the prince?" Yi Ji, who was about to teach Liu Chan the relevant process etiquette, jumped away.
"Uh... The prince said he had abdominal pain today and went back to the palace to rest." The waiter who was left behind by Liu Chan said bravely.
It had been too long since Yiji had experienced the feeling of high blood pressure again, so he dreamed of going back to Jian'an twenty years ago.
"It was windy and cold the day before yesterday, I had a headache yesterday, and I have abdominal pain today...Have you asked Uncle Wang to diagnose the prince's illness? Have you reported it to the king?" Yi Ji said expressionlessly.
The waiter lowered his head and hesitated: "Wei...wei."
"How bold!" Yi Ji puffed his beard and glared, immediately getting angry, "The prince rarely gets sick, but now he gets sick frequently. How can we just take it lightly! Who is the prince? As a close servant, you dare to be so slack. If something happens to the prince, you will definitely I won’t spare you! Humph!”
After saying this, Yi Ji walked away and went straight to Uncle Wang's office. He wanted to see what "serious illness" the prince had.
The waiter looked like he was about to cry. In the past two years, he had rarely done anything to take the blame for the prince. He suddenly picked up this "old profession", and he was really a little unfamiliar...
But he actually wasn't too worried. No matter Yi Ji or other high-ranking officials, they just couldn't reprimand the prince directly, so they just used scolding to send messages to the prince, or to give the prince a warning.
No one would really embarrass a small person like him, let alone kill someone because of this matter.
This kind of thing has never happened to Liu Bei.
What's more, every time I take the blame for the prince, I will be rewarded and comforted by the prince afterwards... In fact, it used to be quite a popular job among waiters like them.
"With the prince's current prestige, he shouldn't be punished and grounded anymore..." The waiter who had been serving Liu Chan for many years said with some worry.
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Hanzhong Palace.
Of course Liu Chan is not sick. His physique is still in his 20s and he is about to reach the level of "Dragon Spirit and Tiger Fierce". He is in great shape. He eats deliciously and lifts up the sky every morning. He is in great shape.
Although those etiquettes were complicated, Liu Chan had already memorized them in his mind after explaining the procedures three days ago with his memory. It would be a waste of time to learn them again.
How could Yiji dare to take such a big thing as ascending the throne lightly? Therefore, he insisted on taking etiquette classes until the coronation ceremony, and even arranged several "rehearsals".
It's just that Liu Chan seems to be very free, but in fact he has a lot of things to do, so how can he waste time? After several unsuccessful discussions, he finally resorted to the "disease escape" method that was commonly used in the past.
"How's the trade route to the north going now?" Liu Chan asked, flipping through the recent accounts of Zhao's firm.
This is a simplified version after many calculations and calculations, and finally summarized by Manager Zhao himself. Otherwise, Liu Chan would not be able to finish it even if he watched it for three days and three nights.
Liu Chan doesn't care about the smallest details, but he's never careless about the general direction.
"Prince, the relationship between Soochow and the North has been tense recently, and there have been many inquiries on trade. But we are no longer strangers. We have already opened up all the connections, and it will not have much impact on us." Manager Zhao bowed and said.
Cao and Liu have been fighting, official contacts have been cut off for many years, and trade is prohibited in principle.
But as long as people are doing things, nothing is absolute.
For example, first detour to Soochow and then trade with Cao Wei, or forge identities, buy through customs, smuggling and trafficking... Doing business is a "harmless" thing in the eyes of most people, as long as you are willing to think about it, you can always find a way.
What's more, it's a shrewd person like Manager Zhao.
Zhao's business has developed to this day, and he has become a well-known figure outside the temple.
From traders and footmen to high-ranking officials, everyone from the mysterious Zhao Dong family has at least heard of it.
Even the county magistrate of a small county would have to show some courtesy to the people of Zhao's firm. If Manager Zhao came in person, he would even greet them with a smile.
If it were on Lao Liu's territory, the courtesy would be even higher.
Businessmen are indeed looked down upon by others these days, and their social status is very low, but they are just ordinary merchants.
Anyone who can work for a company as big as Zhao's, no need to ask, must have a backstage background, either from a wealthy family, or simply a high-ranking official or prince.
Beating a dog still depends on the owner. Manager Zhao now has Liu Chan's back. If you don't say that you want Feng De Feng outside, he is also highly respected.
But not only did he not drift off, he was also very low-key.
He clearly knows who his wealth and status come from, and spares no effort to maintain this rare relationship.
This clarity is extremely rare.
After reading the accounts, Liu Chan folded the bamboo slips and asked, "Is the promotion of Shu brocade and wine still going well?"
When he mentioned this, Manager Zhao's eyes immediately lit up: "Shu Brocade has been operating deliberately for many years and has already been deeply loved by the powerful people in the North. We just need to give it a try.
"Although the wine has a good reputation, it lacked the opportunity to become popular in the north. However, my subordinates have already trafficked it to Luoyang City through other merchants in the north. I heard that Cao Pi loves grapes. If he likes this wine, it will be the best publicity."
Zhao's business activities in the north have either changed their appearance, or simply "wholesale" to local merchants at lower prices.
Although relying on local merchants will result in a loss of immediate profits, it can increase the visibility and influence of the product more quickly, and it is also less likely to attract the attention of Cao Wei's senior officials.
Today, it is no longer so important how much money Zhao's business can make, and business is just one of the many "weapons" used to defeat Cao Wei.
Rather than earning less gold and silver, it is more important to make Zhibai money become the "hard currency" among the people in Cao Wei as soon as possible.
"Well done." Liu Chan nodded with satisfaction, and then asked, "Is there any difficulty in sending some people over?"
Manager Zhao thought about it carefully and said, "If there are less than a hundred people, it shouldn't be a problem."
"Okay." Liu Chan then looked at Wang Meng, who was standing quietly and solemnly on the other side, "Then you can take the brothers for a trip."
The success of the project depends a lot on luck, and the cost is not small, but in the end the cost is much lower than fighting a tough battle.
Once successful, it often plays a key role in influencing the situation of the battle, and Liu Chan will naturally not ignore it.
When the two countries are at war, they can't spare any effort outside the battlefield, whether it's economics or espionage.
Wang Meng clasped his fists: "It is the duty of subordinates to share the crown prince's worries. Even if he is in a dragon's pond or a tiger's den, he has nothing to fear."
Liu Chan nodded and explained again before letting Guan Zhao leave in advance.
"I separated you husband and wife not long after your wedding... You won't blame me, right?" Liu Chan smiled and lightly punched Wang Meng's chest.
Seeing that the future emperor, who was about to be canonized as the crown prince, was still getting along with him as before in private, Wang Meng felt an inexplicable emotion surge in his heart.
After taking command of the shadow guards, he felt that he was becoming more and more cautious and calm, and sometimes even became a little cold, but at this time, his nose felt a little sore.
"How could it be? It's just a little personal relationship between children..."
"Humans are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless? There is nothing to be ashamed of." Liu Chan said seriously, "If a person is as cold as a knife to everyone, it may not be a good thing."
Wang Meng's expression gradually softened a lot: "Yes."
Liu Chan then began to explain the tasks of his trip.
Not long after Wang Meng left, a guard's announcement came from outside the door: "Prince, General Yi and the Chief Medical Officer are here to see you."
Liu Chan's expression froze, and he quickly undressed and took off his belt.
Then he took off his shoes and got on the bed, pulled up the quilt, covered his forehead with a silk scarf, and said feebly: "Quickly... let Master Yi come in..."
(End of chapter)
